Yeah, the webcomic lineup is excellent. My personal goals for this weekend are to high-five Erica Moen and David Malki, and stand in a state of deep, soul-rending discomfort in the vicinity of John Campbell.

WHOO!
I am DEFINITELY not afraid of the fucking POLICE right now!

Demme Monde.

Make that the first four Outkast albums. Gasoline Dreams is the shit.

Yeah, Weirdo is amazing. And the crack-up in the first verse of Every Little Counts always makes me smile. Woo, Brotherhood!

Mozambique is one of the funniest songs Dylan's written. Right behind Clothes Line Saga and maybe Leopard Skin Pill Box Hat.

One of my favorite things about that song is the list of presumably desirable facial features. You know it's a David Byrne song when the new appearance a character is longing for involves a big forehead and beady eyes.

The sweet potato pie at Soul Veg in Chicago is both beautiful and cruel. Beautiful because it is the best fucking thing you will ever eat; cruel because once you've eaten a full meal at Soul Veg there will be no more space in your body for food, and each bite of pie will be the tastiest agony.