I should be a profiler for the FBI. Yesterday I was thinking to myself that this sniper was probably killing people in such a fashion because he has a god complex (not that I normaly spend a lot of time thinking about serial killers, mind you...) and today it comes out that they found a death Tarot card at the crime-scene with "Dear policeman- I am God" written on it. Which, at this point, almost seems a little too much. I mean, yesterday I said that I thought this would make a fascinating movie. Now it seems like this guy's thinking the same thing.

On an utterly unrelated note, happy birthday to my mom. She turns 35 today. At least, that's what she keeps telling me. Also, the new ToyFare is out in comic shops today. Buy it. I don't get any more money if you do than if you don't, but it certainly can't hurt.

I almost found myself signing up for some sort of "humorous thing" mailing list today, specifically so I would have more interesting content for this site. Then I thought that cheaters never win. Then I questioned the relevance of that statement in regards to the train of thought I was having.

In just a few minutes, I'll be making my lunchtime comic book shop/Toys "R" Us run. Bow down before me, king of the dorks! Actually, there's several ToyFare employees going, so it's more like an oligarchy of dorks.