Assassin's Creed: The Comic Book

I'd rather be reading Southern Bastards.

Assassin's Creed: The Comic Book

No one can save us

I need a date to the prom

I was thinking that I only ever saw the Femmes once, but it was actually twice. I saw them in Illinois when they were promoting their gospel album, but I also saw them at the first Lollapalooza.

The boy was a model pupil, forgettable and easily forgotten, and he spent much of his time in the back of the English class where there were shelves of old paperbacks, and in the school library, a large room filled with books and old armchairs, where he read stories as enthusiastically as some children ate.

Chicken bones and British import pop

Saw these guys at a little club in Boulder years ago. The lead singer was wearing some kind of skinny pants, skinny jeans, something dreadful of that sort. He played and sang with one supremely narrow leg up on the monitor in front of him.

I was up near the front and felt (and kind of had the urge to do so) that I could just reach up and snap his leg like a chicken bone. Dude needed to eat a box of Twinkies, something, anything with a rich, creamy center.

Dichotomies, dichotomies, dichotomies

Shakespeare's Sister: charmingly melodramatic, delightfully hyperbolic.

The Value of Exploitation: Of Puppies and Pornography, Violence and Vixens

Puppies, pornography, violence, cannibalism, incest, and Pam Grier. It doesn't get better than this.

The Value of Exploitation: Of Puppies and Pornography, Violence and Vixens