My facebook status was "(Me) really hopes that was a wedding ring..." because a very attractive little nerd girl came into my store, and I did not talk to her, in spite of the fact that I probably should have, because I saw a ring on her finger. And, if I pretend that the ring actually was a wedding ring, I don't have to beat myself up over not saying anything. As long as I believe it, it is real.

I should start a religion.

Sometime soon I may also do a post enumerating the many things wrong with me which result in my not being able to approach women. Or not.

I watched the finale of Deadwood last night. I think it's pretty much the only western i have loved so much I am required to tell others about it.

Unfortunately, the last episode was extremely disappointing... it's lots of really good build-up, and then it just sort of stops with no real resolution. Al Swearingen would insert a fellatio reference here.

Sometimes politicians say things.

It's clear from this little bit that John McCain a) didn't understand the movie, and b) didn't read the book. Silly.

the second time you watch it, watch the crawl at the bottom

I don't often celebrate the death of people.

Burn in hell, Jerry Falwell. And start shopping for a welcoming gift for Pat Robertson. He'll be there with you soon.