So the writer’s strike is officially over, boys and gals. 92.5% of the WGA writers voted to take the new offer that was put on the table, which means that 7.5% of the writer’s guild is going to ruin television out of spite. I hope they don’t write for the shows that I like.

What’s hilarious about this comic is that when Jeff first showed me his rough idea, I never wore sweatpants. Since then, however, I’ve inadvertently acquired a pair that I do wear quite a bit. I don’t know if it’s a direct result of that comic or just a product of me being a slob. What I do know, however, is that I sure love these sweatpants.

So I picked up an acoustic guitar on the cheap from a friend and said friend is also teaching me how to play.  I’m excited, as I’ve enjoyed what little I’ve practiced so far, but I also have ridiculous irrational fears about playing guitar. My main fear is that I’ll slide my hand down the neck too fast and the strings will slice all of my fingers open. Another fear, which is more horrific but I feel less likely to happen, is a string snapping and slicing me across the face, possibly taking my eye out. Some shit like that happened in the remake of The Haunting and it could easily happen to me!

ON WITH THE TELEVISION!!!