I don’t play this game well. The game where everyone you know at work wants to tell you about all the cool things they did over the weekend first thing Monday morning. I can catch up with people any time. If there really was something worth talking about, then you won’t have forgotten it by Wednesday, and if there wasn’t, then I don’t need the commentary.

Monday morning is a somber occasion, a small, recurring death of spirit as you return to the false life you must lead to sustain yourself when you actually are allowed to live. Let me mourn in peace.

Check it! I made this comic. I know my blog entries are just links lately, but I have other things taking up my creative JUICE, as Rik Mayall might say.

stripcreator : make a comic, link stolen from Headless Hollow.

Vinnie Jones as Juggernaut, huh? Interesting.

BBC NEWS | UK | London rocked by terror attacks

Obviously, my heart goes out to those people. I wish our country would stand up the way other countries did during 9/11, but likely all we’ll get from our government is confirmation that we’re “gonna git ’em.”

Londoners, stay strong in the struggle. 49-some-percent of America cares.

This, just after France made a big stink about the UK possibly using underhanded ways of securing the Olympic Committee’s favor. Al-Qaeda is claiming responsibility through an Islamist website. A bizarre couple of days in that side of the world.

If a normal, red-blooded American male had a dream about superstar Hollywood sex symbol Angelina Jolie, what would you expect the outcome to be? I’m sure your imagination is far more lascivious than my dream last night.

No, I toiled over some image retouching with the exotic movie star. As many men have, I have entertained the odd dream or two about the former Mrs. Thornton. As a committed man, these things are limited to my id’s dirty little sub-mind, Ms. Jolie’s attraction to knives during foreplay notwithstanding. It’s harmless subconscious fantasy, but instead of portraying a horny stewardess or something, she is instead performing banal duties in a menial work environment.

Me: Angelina Jolie, would you make out with me?

Angelina Jolie: In your dreams, pal.

Me: No! In my dreams, you’re a photo intern at a crummy small town newspaper. What say we balance the equation, baby?