-Bill Maher on Condoleeza Rice

I must start this entry by making it fact on how this house is being overtaken by spiders.........slowly. The corners all around the wooden deck have had the additions of large webs appearing every now and then. Now, they're everywhere and I'm the only one that finds this slightly beautiful and creepy at the same time.

Yeah, I know it's not much to go on about how I crouched down while on the wooden deck to get a look at the largest spider amazingly looking like it's beaten gravity. Without the shine of a light, you cannot make out a web of any type so that's what makes all of this so interesting. The others, on the other hand, are the messy type of spiders. You'll find funnel webs (not THAT dangerous spider, luckily) that aren't as beautiful. One spider has put on some major weight thanks to bugs just literally flying into her (most large spiders are female) web only to give scraps to the one in the lower web.

Ever seen Eight Legged Freaks? Nice little movie where spiders fed crickets found in a toxic waste dump suddenly grow to gigantic sizes. The whole thing was done with a 50's vibe with mild humor thrown around. I liked it since the movie actually gave off a certain respect towards spiders while giving some scares. Yes, those damn *insert forgotten name for the spider with yellow markings* are scary to look at but I can handle tarantulas in the palm of my hands.

Anyway, just something to marvel on about before I am ordered to get the hose and destroy all these new "condos" built out on my wooden deck.

Remember that spiders are our friends since they eat those damn flies. I FUCKING HATE FLIES AND MOSQUITOES.

Sammy asked about my Ebaying and I must say that, although it's slow for now, it is happening. Selling your comics also means marketing them towards your potential buyers. It's kind of hard to put into words as to why certain things mean a lot to you or why this comic might bring back memories of sitting on the library's soft carpeting lost in a battle between Spiderman and Hobgoblin. I can get pretty animated when I remember times like that.

So, the storage room is a mess thanks to large comic storing boxes being all over the place. 6 in all, to be precise, containing around $10,000 to $15,000 worth. Not all of them are going to go, just the Spidermans and X-Men with a dash of some others. We'll see how tomorrow's releasing of things goes.

Yes, Sammy, I will tell you my codename. I would never keep you from knowing the tears I shed when various momentoes leave me.

There has been a slight disturbance in the force that contains this fool. Sara wants to dress me. Seriously. She wants to dress me in clothes that according to her "bring out my eyes, etc." It's a little of the Artist Eye For the Muscular Blue-Eyed Boy Guy.

While at the baseball games, I quizzed Sara as to what colors I should wear. Red, so far, is out since it tends to make me look "sick" or something in those words. She knows how much I love my red AC/DC "Highway To Hell" Tour t-shirt while she hates it.

FYI: Yes I wore it while visiting Indiana and I still love that damn shirt.

I've been told that I look good in blue and green. Red, like I said, is out. I'm not sure on black just yet but I'm thinking that white is not a problem. There is no way in hell I would ever give up 2 things:

1). I will always wear Air Jordan sneakers til the day I die. There is comfort and style, to me, while not everyone wears them. Makes me feel better in the fact that they are a bit too expensive for some people so I don't see a lot of other people wearing them. I wasn't nicknamed "Jordan" in high school for my basketball playing (Awful! A kangaroo or tortoise could play better than me).

2). Cargo shorts are my absolute fave when it comes to summer time wear. There's so many pockets for various gadgets seeing as there are moments where I must hold Sara's keys or money. Plus, I love the baggy feel and looseness. You'll get just a hint of my Calvins but not too much. The fun part is when Sara tries to get them off but has trouble with the buttons.

Yeah, changing my style has been on the agenda for a long time. I've started slowly towards the stopping of wearing t-shirts with the Air Jordan logo or the color red. My black/red Air Jordan coat, if you remember, was retired for something much more stylish one by Ralph Lauren. Yes, I love that thing so much with black leather gloves and even a scarf.

The plan is that one day I will visit Indiana with close to $1,000 and shown what fine clothes (Goodbye, Footlocker!) bring out a look only slowly being allowed. That's not saying that I dress like a slob since the Fall finds me in button downs here and there. You try finding clothes that allow room for massive shoulders, thick arms, and large chest.

This reminds me how relationships tend to evolve. There comes a point where the couple wants things from each other at some point. Some men see it as being made into "projects" but I'm fine with the idea of a girl wanting to dress me better. Laugh all you want but no one's ever taken a moment to do so.

So, what do I want from Sara in this evolution? I want her to work out more, seeing as it would improve her frustrations. An hour in the gym mellows me out so much so why not Sara? She'll be sick less and feel more energy than she'd know what to do with. Man, there are so many reasons why a trip to the gym can cure just about anything.

FYI: I am rarely sick, extremely laid back, very strong, and fall asleep better. The people I know in my gym are better than those that sit around and drink all night.

Seen the new 'Rolling Stone?' Oh, this one's a keeper! There's an interview with 2 of my favorite people, Bill Maher and Christina Aguilera. Nothing like reading about a guy that can dish it out with Howard Dean and then find himself in the arms of a porn star.

Of course, the Christina interview just keeps reinforcing why I love her. You don't read about her causing a commotion in bars or demanding publicity. When Christina talked of a love of miniature golf, my heart moved. I love it, too, since there is nothing like cursing out a small hole when your ball doesn't make it in.

Doesn't that almost sound sexual for a moment there?

I'm gonna cut you off here since I'm still in the planning stages as to what I want to do for my 2,000th entry here on Diaryland. I don't know of anyone that's done as many entries as moi. Just about every night, it's me down here in the corner cranking them out around 11pm in Illinois. Just what brought me here to this need to let things out? How did I amass such a small cult following? It's funny how I feel like I know a certain set of you guys after all these years. Happy twats all around.

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