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It just kinda says it all doesn't it?



"List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now, shaping your spring. Post these instructions in your blog along with your 7 songs. Then tag 7 other people to see what they’re listening to."
Thank you, William Moulton Marston , you daffy bastard.
The bottom three panels of that page just held me in place for a full few minutes, just marveling over the way they conveyed so much story in just less than a third of a page. The indecision of the first two, followed by the sheer determination showed in that last tight shot of her eye is just amazing. Here's a close-up:
In case you find your summer frolic frighteningly bereft of music, here's a new muxtape I created whilst staving off yet another Kerry Wood-induced heart attack.
Now that's just mean. Bahlactus would never stoop to such a level.During a West Coast trip, Jack McMahon, who coached the Cincinnati Royals in the 1960s, called a meeting in his hotel to restore order. The players dreaded it, but according to my former Knicks teammate, Jerry Lucas, they were greeted with two cases of beer, four quarts of whiskey and three hookers. 'Guys, you figure this out,' McMahon said before leaving the room. The Royals figured it out, all right, going on a long winning streak.Thank you Phil Jackson for writing this, and thank you Bill Simmons for bringing it to my attention. There really needs to be a movie made about that Royals team.
And with that, I'll take my leave.