Don't Go Chasin' Me To The Curb

This looks a lot like a picture of me and my best friend in high school.

I was the tiniest bit cuter than Fred Armisen but definitely not as cute as Carrie Brownstein.

You have to go watch. You won't be sorry.

You can also find Carrie at Monitor Mix.

Found

It's true that in some ways I'm kind of a 14-year-old boy trapped in the body of a 29-year-old woman.
I freak out when serial comic books aren't released on time, I make comparisons between real life and Buffy, and I own all three special editions of Lord of the Rings, which I keep between Argonath bookends.

But I'm beginning to realize that my obsession with Lost is, by far, the most grown-up of my guilty pleasures. Beyond the fact that it's so complicated, well-written and snarky, Lost is forcing me to study philosophy (along similar threads), physics, and history.
The problem is that I don't think I can keep this up for another 3 years.


To be found in the real world:
--More pandering, ya hey?
--The last gnawed bits of freedom of speech.
--Some hope.