Tuscabama.

Professor Truth and I survived our trip to the Deep South. I'm capitalizing that because, in all honesty, it is another country entirely. It's a scary place where every native speaker sounds dumb as a post, the cool kids where short pants and deck shoes, and there is absolutely no wind.

Honest to God, short pants. Like, above the knee.

The week was a success. By the time it was over, Truth had made a college-aged woman cry at a dance club, Max Power had gone international, and the Tripod invented Cemetery Golf. Yes, it is exactly what it sounds like it is.

So there you have it. A solid week of making my liver say "uncle!". Four days of yelling at 14 year old athletes who wanted to be anywhere else but in the gym. One unforgettable hour hitting experienced golf balls to their (and Dorothy Pearson's) final resting place.

Thanks Suede and Schmang for being such excellent hosts.

It's good to feel your weight on me again.

Green, Red, Yellow, Yellow, Blue.

I've been exposed to Guitar Hero and it has borne in me a desire to shred. I want my computer avatar to rock all night long and party ev-er-y day. I've long wanted to rock out on the guitar, and now I can, by proxy.

My lack of ownership of a gaming console (aside from my beloved Nintendo 64) means I can only throw down when invited by others. But when Guitar Hero III comes out for the Wii, I might just take that step.

With a pocket full of shells.

She has much back.

This is what the internet is meant for. Talk about remarkable. The editing is solid, the song very well done. This is the kind of entertaining stuff that my industry needs to be spending time creating. I love it.



When it comes to the fairer sex...

Online comics.

Comeeko is perhaps the greatest thing since sliced bread. It allows you to upload pictures and create a comic out of them. For example:



If you think I'm not going to mess around with this, you are sorely mistaken!

I think I might have to make a series of Office Ninja comics.