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I’ve been Freedying on “You Can’t Hurry Love” and “This Old Heart of Mine” — probably heard them 45 times each in the past 24 hours. Long live Holland-Dozier-Holland.

Speaking of great songwriters, every now and then I am blown away remembering that Buddy Holly was 22 when he died. “Crying, Waiting, Hoping” is one of my favorite songs, and he probably wrote it while riding the bus to the Lubbock, Texas Genius Showers or something.

Then again, Jerry Siegel came up with the story for Superman when he was 19, too.

These kids!

I work in an office with three dogs. A Jack Russell terrier, a black lab and a golden retriever/chow-chow mix.
There’s also 10 humans.
It’s one big room with nice brick walls and a lot of light.

It is often very loud in here.

A new Hellboy collection came out last week — a rare and beautiful treat. Kevin had warned me, so I made sure to swing by St. Mark’s Comics and grab my copy. I had heard of Hellboy for years but never bothered to check it out because it seemed like it would be dumb action comics aimed at would-be tough guys who are scared of girls. Cigar-smoking devil-man in a trenchcoat? No thanks. Too much like Wolverine and I haven’t been 12 years old in years. But when I heard there was a movie coming out, I asked Kevin, and he said it was pretty good, lent me all [...]

I’ve been on a CD-buying spree. Yes, I still buy them. I don’t trust LimeWire since my iMac’s hard drive crashed, and my cheapo .mp3 player can’t accept songs from the iTunes store. So I’m kicking it 1998 style. Anyway, I strutted into Earwax on Bedford Avenue Sunday morning — partly because I was hungry for still more music, and partly because it’s one of the only stores that opens in Hipster Williamsburg before noon. It’s a decently hip record store, I guess. I can’t totally tell. There’s no Billy Joel in the store window and there are posters for things like “Vampyros lesbos” so it FELT cool. And I like the name Earwax.

I get a bit self-conscious about what [...]

I can’t find my second volume of Love and Rockets comics. I had TWO copies at one point and I can’t find either. Does anyone out there have them?

Not that I mind re-buying it. I tend to buy 2 or 3 copies of most of the Hernandez Bros. stuff since it’s released first as single issues and then again as trades.

Two days ago, I fried an egg for breakfast, put it on two pieces of wheat bread, and ate it. I haven’t thought too hard, but I’m pretty sure this is the first non-cereal breakfast I have ever prepared myself. I am 35 years old.

I resent cooking the way all of our parents resent computers. It’s not that I dispute its value as a skill, but I don’t like doing it because I am bad at it. And because I’m bad at it, I never want to learn enough to become un-bad at it. Normally, I don’t like admitting when I fall into classic “man-woman” behavior (“Women be shopping!”) but this is a relevant anecdote: Eliza was over last week [...]

I setup another page of links. I need a better title for it. Right now it’s “Elegant Solutions”:

http://www.willhines.net/mfn

If “My Fellow Jerks” = “people i know” then “Elegant Solutions” = “things i like.” Right now it’s just techy stuff and comic book stuff. I would add anything else if it were a blog/page that I would check a lot. Like a good baseball blog, maybe? A good comedy one (doubt there is one). Or anything you guys suggest?

[EDITED: I am taking Mitch Magee's suggestion of making this page "My Fellow Nerds"]

Apple Computer announced today that they will soon have, or maybe already have, software that will let people run Windows software on their Macintosh (the new Macs which have Intel processors).

Why is this such a big deal? And more particularly, why are the Apple Fanatics so happy about this? Why are they PROUD of it? It doesn’t mean that Apple BEATS Windows by being able to run their software. If anything, it means that Mac is trying harder and harder to BE LIKE WINDOWS. You can’t love Macs, decry Windows for years, and then turn around and BE HAPPY that you can suddenly run Windows.

It’s like saying Latrell Spreewell is the worst thing to happen to NBA basketball, but [...]

More pictures like this in the “pix” section, for those interested.

I jammed my fingers during improv practice on Sunday, while pretending to be an upside down plane. I told my boss and he remarked “You should probably just tell people it happened during basketball.”

I don’t play basketball, folks! It happened during playtime.

Also, my second knuckle has swollen dramatically. It looks like a closed eye, stuck in the middle of my hand.

Added after Foster complained in the comments. Hey, this isn’t even half as bad as it was!