Ice Cold

Now you may ask me why I think Libby is so much cooler than I am, and that's a good question, since we're really the same person, so I have a good answer to that good question right here and ready. I would say that by definition any young, smart, attractive young lady with a quick wit and an acerbic, sarcastic personality, who happens to like comic books and pro wrestling, has awesome taste in movies, used to play D&D with her other cool friends, doesn't take any shit, is as tough as nails, is a recovering alcoholic, is in a committed longterm relationship with another very hot girl, has tremendous (and barely embellished) war stories from the old days in Massachusetts, and is writing a novel ... is pretty damn cool. Taking all that into account, I can't for the life of me figure out why I never made her a smoker, because that would just complete the whole package, at least in my mind.

Speaking of the Nature Girl, I've mentally committed to one last Joyride post, which will close out that whole enterprise once and for all. I have almost everything out of there that I need to keep, like my short tales featuring the super-villains I created, and I will continue wiping out the archives. Aside from that, this blog here will remain my primary online focus (other than my growing Myspace page), since I think Stray Bullets has turned out pretty nice.

I've also resurrected my old Netflix account, with the old queue intact, and restructured all the details to make it my account instead of hers. I opted for the three-at-a-time unlimited monthly rentals package just because I felt like indulging myself a little. They shipped out today and should arrive soon. Meanwhile, I'm still building up my queue, which right now has 431 items in it. The goal now is the same as it was then: see every movie I've ever wanted to see or meant to see, but just never found the time to watch. The time is now. Bring them on.

If you'll now excuse me, I have an alternate reality to destroy.