Love Before the Ruins, Part II
The story continues.
(echoes from my so-blogged life)
The story continues.
Posted by thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy at 9:01 AM 1 comments Labels: shameless self-promotion
If you'd like to see me be momentarily optimistic -- and believe me, this is a rare occasion indeed -- then be sure to check this out.
(And then check back in a day or two for the continuation.)
Posted by thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy at 8:16 AM 1 comments
It's true I couldn't draw to save my life, and my comics are about as useless as man-teats. But for whatever reason I'm particularly proud of the one I posted today. Check it out.
Posted by thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy at 5:06 PM 1 comments
As I watched the Super Bowl tonight, at best half-interested in the game and mostly just sticking around for the commercials, I couldn't help but wonder:
Have Omar Epps and Pittsburgh Steelers coach Mike Tomlin ever been seen in the same room at the same time?
Because I'm pretty sure they're the same person.
Posted by thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy at 8:17 PM 6 comments Labels: pop culture