Peabo Ruins it For Everyone.
You know, Peabo, when I ask for people to indulge their dreams of avarice, saying you would spend your $20 million taking a "trip to one of the poorest orphanages in Mexico or Central America, spend a week there to see what its like for those kids" sort of makes me regret my "Skybox for UT football games" reponse.
Screw you and your forcing me to have a moment of introspection.
Confessions of a Shop-a-Holic
Here's a movie that already seems like a relic from a by-gone era of about six months ago.
Ha ha ha... remember when people had money?
600,000 people lost their jobs last month. Suddenly some bobble-head taking up a job so she can bankroll her shoe fetish instead of someone feeding their three kids doesn't seem so adorable.
Also... stop it. We don't need third generation photocopies of "The Devil Wears Prada" meets "Sex in the City" for tweens. Just... stop it.
Anyone using the phrase "holic" always reminds me of this Onion article.
Jamie recently took a look at our expenses versus my take-home. We're doing okay, but it does do quite a bit to slow you down in your tracks.
I guess the part that's tough is figuring out how much I can actually spend on comics per month. I mean, what's food and shelter, right...? But I am going to have to curtail some expenditures, and comics are the obvious luxury item.
I need to figure out how I can get comp copies that reviewers receive. So, I guess look forward to The League's transformation into an all-comic reviews site heavy with advertising. Not really.
But that trip to Hawaii seems incredibly far off at this point.
We may have to sell Jeff the Cat.
I found this strip well suited to my tastes.
is no longer at our house as she's gone home to Jason after a few days at the cousin-dog house.
I shall miss her enthusiasm at my appearance each time I descend the stairs.