Kill All Teenagers.

No lie: while I was riding to work on the R train this morning, I watched three teenage girls begin singing "100 Bottles of Beer on the Wall" pretty loudly for a couple of stops. The other stunned patrons of the MTA, too beaten down by life and dreading their eventual arrival at their shitty jobs, looked on in dismay, horror and mute anger. I contented myself with a cool little fantasy about severing these kids' vocal cords. You really had to be there. I totally apologize to any bus driver I ever had from first grade to, say, 'round about ninth. I'm terribly, terribly ashamed of myself and my past renditions of this dreadful song which I 'm sure I and my co-singers thought was fucking hilarious at the time.

In other news: got a bottle of Maker's Mark for Christmas last night. Learning to like bourbon is going to be fun.

Batman Adventures #9 - You'll Either Like it... or Not Like It!

Get yer booty on down to your local comic book store, boogie chillun -- I wrote the main story in the latest issue of Batman Adventures, which was released a scant two days ago. The art was supplied by my good friend Dean Haspiel, and the mighty fine back-up story was written by Vito Del Sante. Opinion seems to be split on it: the serious Batman heads over on the DC Animated Universe message boards are hating it, but folks with senses of humor and/or an appreciation of the absurd are digging the book, but they could be lying.

But look at it this way: EVERYBODY could be wrong.

Uptight Radio

This post is simply here to remind to, at some point, try to listen to This American Life and figure out what the fuss is all about.

Coming next week: my spotty list of the best records of 2003, like anybody but me gives a shit! Ha!

Quasi-Hipster Eros?

I don't hate to admit it: I love American Apparel's print ads. I fully support their products, and their advertising scheme craftily toes the line between salaciousness and elegance, if you give a shit about that sort of thing. Fuck it: I'm moving back to L.A.

Or not.