I'm content having my own dusty little corner of cyberspace here, but I had no idea that Matt Jankowski's blog was so popular that it actually inspired offshoot blogs. Someone care about what I say!

Speaking of Matt's blog, Josh came to visit this weekend. You might know him as Karl. But not the Karl who occasionally posts on my comments and says, "Jooooooosh." Confused yet? Anyway, it was nice to see him and he and Brooke and I had a pleasant evening, regardless of the line dancers and the fact that they wouldn't let Josh and I barn dance together.

There. Is that entry Jankowski-esque enough for you vultures? It doesn't make a llick of sense but it's totally true.

I had a very happy realization this week. This is my life: I work for a magazine about toys where I write fart jokes all day. I also write comic books. I live in my childhood home with my beautiful wife who works in a candy store and can get me all the free chocolate I want.

I can't conclusively prove that what I consider to be my life is not merely the fantasy of myself at age 6. I guess that's one of those philosophical questions. Can anyone help me out?

Oh, also, a new sushi restaurant just opened in my town, and it's really good. I'm in trouble.

It's the return of "The best of comment Spam!"

Honestly, if someone's looking for someone to write comment spam, I'm available. Some of this is downright artistic.

Here's one that showed up on an old entry recently from an author named "Porn".

Usual working day:

Wake up,

Nokia, Colgate, Nescafe, Hochland, Orbit.

Ford, Dell, Hewlett packard, Nokia, Nokia, Nokia.

McDonalds, Coca-Cola, Orbit.

Dell, Hewlett packard, Nokia, Nokia, Nokia. Ford.

Amstel.

Amstel.

Amstel-Amstel-Amstel-Amstel.

Nokia... Nokia.

Durex. (Adult Porn, Coitus)

Colgate.

We were both pretty bummed about the election yesterday, so we did the only thing we could think of to cheer ourselves up - we drove three hours into the Pennsylvania boonies and got a dog. She's a tiny little Scotty pup and she's adorable, if a little nippy right now. Her name is Calliope (Cally for short), and I'll get some pics up as soon as I can.

Like a lot of you today, I'm sure (if anyone still reads this) I've gone through a lot of mood swings. Sadness. Anger. Disappointment. Anger. Confusion. Anger. More anger. But I keep coming back to anger. I hear the same sentiments voiced over and over - we don't want to be a part of this nation anymore.

I understand it. Hell, I feel it. I can't imagine four more years like the last four, but worse. I can't imagine my fellow Americans who desired it. And I wish that there was a way for like-minded people to bond together and form our own nation where we can govern like we wish.

It's a nice thought but, if only for geography, it's not going to happen. We are a part of this nation, and now we've shown the rest of the world that we want a maniac to lead us, that we want a theocracy that caters to the craziest and most extreme religious zealots. That we're so afraid of giving women rights, and of allowing people of the same sex to express love for each other. That we will hand the keys to the greatest democracy in the world over to a madman. All the keys.

They control the Executive. They control the Legislative, now more than before. Soon they'll control the Judicial. Checks and balances are out the window.

It's up to us now.

We'll be the checks and balances. We'll be the accountable media. We'll take back our country somehow, because we have to. Let's take the emotion we're all feeling and do something with it. I don't know what, yet, but we have to think of something. It's up to the people now.

Hang in there, folks.

We moved into the house this weekend, thanks to the help of the Wizard staff. Man, those comic dorks can lift things like you wouldn't believe. :) It's still a little weird being in the new homestead, but the more we unpack and set things up in our own way the better it gets. But man, there's still a lot to do. But at least we're officially out of the old place.

The comic creative team continues to be assembled, bearing striking resemblance to the first half hour of Ocean's 11, as I put together my crack team. Luckily, it looks like funding is going to be less of a problem now, and I've nearly officially lined up a comics superstar to do an alternate cover on issue 1. I'm still unbelievably nervous and overwhelmed by all this. If anyone knows an entertainment lawyer who'll look contracts over in exchange for free toys, please send them my way.

Speaking of nervous, if Bush wins tomorrow I'm no longer in a position to threaten to move to Canada, but I may secede my house from the nation. My only worry is the ghost of Abraham Lincoln. That bastard's tenacious.