Shake. Some. Action.

Saturday night/Sunday morning, Rainy Spring night. Perfect weather to powerpop. 

What is the connection these deceptively cheery sounds have to melancholy? This stuff, The Raspberries, The Records... all these upbeat songs have a kind of yearning jangling feeling somehow... 

Alan Moore, forgive me.

Alan Moore, forgive me. I am starting to get a little excited about the Watchmen movie.

The ads suck. Why can't they use some Dave Gibbons instead of photoshopped-to-death lame looking actors?

But this interview got me

" To me, there is no Walter. I mean, there really isn’t. Even looking at him from the third party, even popping across the iIMDB page where they put everybody’s name, and next to it when I see “ 'Walter Kovacs/Rorschach,' it drives me nuts, it should just say 'Rorschach.' "

--Jackie Earle Haley

I know it will suck, it won't hold up in the light of day. I also know I will be in the first row sometime in the first week, sliently trading lines of dialogue with Dr. Manhattan and Rorschach.

Alan. Moore. I know he's right. Black is black and white is white, Mr. A!