Comic Book Resources transcript of a chat with Alex Robinson, creator of Box Office Poison and Tricked

Not the most exciting read, being a chat transcript, but there are some gems buried within. Tricked has been sitting on my coffee table for months. This is motivating me to finally open it up.

Metal Council Convenes To Discuss 'Metal Hand Sign' Abuse

VATNAJÖKULL GLACIER, ICELAND—In an emergency session Tuesday, members of the Supreme Metal Council strongly condemned the increasing use of the metal hand sign in lay society, claiming that its meaning has become perverted by overuse.

i just found this in my Pictures directory:

after stumbling out of a bar at 4am, it's imperative to stop for deep fried hot dogs wrapped in bacon and topped with cheese and jalapenos. the attractive folks with me are Pete and Pinky. the location is Crif Dogs on St. Marks in the EV, NYC. the date is some time in the first half of 2004.

even better than potterpotterpotter

so Tivo gave me an RMA number for my DVR, but they didn't bother to tell me that since my unit was bought almost two years ago it would cost $150 for a replacement. yeah right - i could pay $50 for a brand new 40 hr unit and a year's worth of service. but you know what? i'm over Tivo. i chucked that box and got Comcast to switch out my digital cable box for their dual-tuner DVR. i'm still figuring out the UI and slowly rebuilding my "series recording lists", but i can already tell that it will be worth the $9.95/month. now i just need a nice flat panel HD TV to go with it. and a comfy chair. and a new couch. and repairs to the subwoofer.

ugh i am so polluted. this weekend was a long blur of self abuse. LA does that to me. i stayed at the Standard downtown on Jim and Oliver's recommendation but wasn't so into the scene. maybe if i had brought along a huge crowd of drunken friends i might have overlooked the cooler-than-thou attitude infecting everyone else in the building. ugh. it was a pretty place though. i guess i'm just too conscious of my own unhipness.

last night i got home and was all excited to settle in on the couch to catch up on the weekend's TV (tired and grumpy from sitting in bridge traffic for almost an hour after the drive back up from down south, plus i hate Halloween anyway), only to find that the fucking Tivo ate shit at some point during the weekend. even after a dozen power cycles none of the lights come on, and the screen only shows scattered dancing blue lines. made me want to eat a gun. WoW and sleep helped a lot.

Metric are playing at Slims Thursday if anybody wants to join me. my previous Metric show pals Elly and Oliver will be missing this one since Elly is getting some sort of alien lifeform cut out of her womb.

moronism of the week: Zach showed me this on Sunday afternoon, and from then on not five minutes would go by without someday hollering "ualuealuuealeuale" and both of us erupting in laughter.

ok now i have to go to the gym and sweat some of the poison out.