Well, I must admit to having very little in the way of upper body strength, but I can go on in greater detail if you follow me back on Twitter.

This is actually the first year in my work history that I'm taking Black Friday off. The only consolation I ever had for working on that day was that since I don't work retail, the office is dead and I can goof off on the internet and leave early.

Almost finished with Murakami's Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki. Although it is par for the course for Murakami, I just love it. You know how sometimes you can't read a book until it's just the right time, and then when you do you find it's just what you needed? Yeah.

I'm starting school in January, and I have orientation and class registration on Monday.

Fuck the Ferguson decision, but be thankful we do live in a country where multiple peaceful demonstrations were carried out in Michael Brown's honor. Black lives matter, and Democracy matters.

The luxury of being able to live below my means, a strong healthy body, and a loving supportive family.

If it's wrong to be an incorrigible internet snoop, I am guilty as charged. I am terribly good at it, too.

Yes, he turned 87 years old.

Sincerely, I wish you all the luck in the world.

I hear that! I'm not familiar with Channel 4, but what is the appeal in it for you?

Went to see Rosewater with friends last night. I thought the acting was superb. Despite the fact that I feel a little bit icky about Gael Garcia Bernal as a Mexican actor playing an Iranian man, I think he's a professional who has the uncanny ability to disappear in to his roles. As for Stewart at the helm…well, his…

Sorry about the job. If it makes you feel any better, working for PBS (or, in any public broadcasting job) is my dream career. It's one that will most likely never be realized, so I think it's really cool the you were in the running.

I hate to be this person, but I really don't care what's played at my funeral because I'll be dead by then (hopefully).

They'll make sure to stick a knife in behind your ear before the wake. Juuuuust in case…

I had a roommate who used to fall asleep on the couch watching Blade Runner at least 3 nights a week. He said it was his favorite movie, but I'm not entirely convinced he ever watched it all the way through.

I'm thinking of easing back in to it by reading issues 2-39 of American Splendor, which Joyce Brabner sent me a few months back. The graphic narrative has a way of shaking me out of book ruts.

It is no joke. I've been drinking too much and not going out enough, and my sex life has taken a slide. I also haven't been reading all that much, which is how I know I'm really miserable. I haven't picked up a book since October.

Only if it's long enough for me to braid it, creeper. I like my hairy men to be FANCY.

You'd get stabbed before you even made it to CBGB's.

Armcurtains. I don't mind hairy dudes.