I don’t have much to report, unfortunately. Things are moving along in the comic world. I guess I need to drop a hint for the secret project so I’ll say that it’s looking to be 144 pages.

However the business plan, so far, is about forty pages.

Single spaced.

And I consider it halfway done.

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I don’t really have a story I feel like telling today and that’s perfectly fucking cool, I don’t need to tell a story anymore. Instead, I’m going to talk about TV.

I was watching the winter Olympics last night while enjoying some buffalo wings and Sierra Nevadas with a friend. They really need to spice up the winters a bit. Snowboarding was a decent start but even that gets pretty boring after ten minutes. There are still several key winter sports that need to be added to the winter Olympic line-up in order for it to become a prime-time contender.

For instance, I would watch a guy sledding down a hill with another guy on his shoulders. That shit can be an Olympic sport and I’d Tivo it. Throw some tree branches in there and you have the best sport of all time. Why isn’t that an Olympic event?

Hey, here’s an obvious one – Olympic snow ball fights. Both sides start with nothing, they need to build forts, make some snowballs and go to work on each other. It would even be cool if you give them those little snow-brick molds so they can make an igloo themed command center, lay out maps and sip hot chocolate from their plaid thermoses. Epic snowball battles – 200 on 200 – with snow mortars, snow mines and 122mm snow rockets, each carrying six liters of CS gas.

Fuck, man, they can go out to a snow drift in the parking lot and have dudes flip into it for style-points. Jump off a car and do a forward flip – that was the winter Olympics in Brooklyn, right there.

I need to get a petition started. And while I’m at it, I want Manhunt and Suicide in the summer Olympics, too.

I forgot to complain about 24 on Tuesday, I think I want to make it a weekly feature where I point to a huge inaccuracy in 24 every week based entirely on the fact that my day job is a non-Hollywood, non-real time version of what CTU does on screen. For instance, they established this “sentox” gas as being a persistent nerve gas. Well, persistent nerve gases (like VX) cause more damage when absorbed through your skin than when breathed in. So, when Jack runs up to that canister of “sentox” with a gas mask on and a short sleeve shirt – yeah – he’d be dead within two minutes.

Even if “sentox” wasn’t persistent – even if was more like sarin with the low vapor pressure and all – your skin still absorbs that shit and a high concentration of it will kill you wicked fucking fast, gas mask or not.

Goddamn you, 24. Goddamn you for fucking with my moneymaker.

Whatever, I shouldn’t complain about the realism of 24. In a world were our Vice President is shooting people in the face my perception of “plausible” needs to seriously be reconsidered.