I really can't stand not having an internet connection. It's driving me wild. I get things I want to blog and can't cause I'm not online and then when I get someplace where I can be online then I can't remember what all I was going to blog about. It really pisses me off.

I do know that yes, it's very sad, but I find it really quite funny that they keep going on in the news about this dude who shot all those people at Virginia Tech. Like it's some sort of revelation of profound proportions that he was crazy. Um, hello, dude went and massacred a bunch of people before shooting himself. That right there points to some sort of profound malfunction. Even a 10 yr old ought to be able to figure out that the guy was nuts in a bad way.

Well, nobody is buying my comic books on eBay. I put up some vintage Playboy magazines from the 70s, so I'm hoping I get a few bites there. So, still no internet at home. And I'll be 39 on Thursday. It sucks.