An Unrequited Life

I like to trudge through the snow. I engage in pioneer, Siberian, and nuclear freeze apocalyptic fantasies as I tromp and crush the newly fallen snow underfoot. As a kid I pretended I was a superhero called Snowrunner. I could run as fast as the Flash, but only over snow and ice. Myep. I was 10, leave me alone, you bastards.

Why I didn't pretend I was marvel Comic's Iceman, I don't know. Of course, I always wondered why those ice bridges he constructed to transport himself didn't collapse and kill anyone. That I am 42 and still think about things like this gives me little to no hope for the future. I look forward to my senility.

The difference between horror and torture porn is this. Horror is walking through a weed-choked, windswept, and abandoned graveyard by midnight under the full moon, all the while feeling the creepy, sweat-inducing suspicion that something is watching you and licking its lips.

Torture porn is the equivalent of sitting on 20 thumbtacks for two hours and refusing to stand up.

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A print run of 30K? Wow.

( Very belated comments on Dexter's season finale. Keep out, Mike. )

While technology in futuristic Japan has reached impressive levels regarding transportation (VTOL aircraft, mini-subs, rocket ships) and weaponry (electro/laser guns), the Japanese are embarrassingly behind the times in regards to telecommunications (still using telephones and radio) and archiving technology (a desk opens up to reveal, on a smoothly ascending riser... a reel-to-reel tape recorder--the kind I think Mr. Spock used.)

And I think I saw Ultraman stick a space-dinosaur with a toothbrush shiv too.

Shuwatch!

I think I need to begin a policy of only posting to the Internet and never reading anything on it.

Hey, Chicago hipster old-timers (and young-timers): Steven Svymbersky, founder of Quimby's, is visiting from Amsterdam and hanging out at the store (1854 W. North Ave.) today from 1 to 5 p.m. He'd love to see all his old friends, so stop by!

And played a game of Stratego, which the wife gave me for Christmas.

This I vow.

Many will be very short. Like this one.