Stuff.

Gorgeous, cool day here in Chicago (perfect football weather a few months too early) following a brutally hot and ugly yesterday.  Took some pictures which I'll share as soon as the new comp is assembled.

Guts for my desktop computer are on order, so hopefully I'll be back to actually working on the site in a week or so.

Kristi and I went to go see Tim Howard of Soltero at a coffee shop up by Wrigley Field.  The act after him was his complete antithesis.  In a world where the events of movies like Drumline, Bring It On and You Got Served are real, Tim and Jeff (whatever his last name was) would have to have had (!!!) a guitar fight.  (Tim would have to be given bad choreography just to make the fight look fair. )  Howard is a scrawny, pale, straight-haired, smartass cynicist from Boston.  His nemesis was a fit, tan, curly-locked, sincere romantic from California.  Strum skirmish!  Chord combat!  A borrowed guitar pick unfortunately kept things civil.

Eightball 23 is a nice comic from Daniel Clowes, but honestly, the best thing I picked up from the comics shop last week was Infinite Kung Fu.  omg.  If Kill Bill gave you any joy, run to your local comics shop and buy some IKF immediately.  Review is upcoming.