There's a warm breeze in the city tonight, soft light makes every sad sight seem alright...

So...hello. It's been a while. I mean, unless you count my examiner links. And given that you is really mostly the part of me which feels guilty about not updating this blog enough, and even guiltier about the fact that when I think about that the reason I keep coming to is that I don't remember how to write this way, I think it's safe to say that examiner links count for motherfuckall in this instance. So...what's up portion of subconscious which I use this space to converse with? How ya been?

...I mean, that was clearly a dead end, right? This is what I mean when I say I don't remember how to write this way...every thought which I consider posting here immediately finds its way to a dead end. Of course, I'm probably kidding myself if I try to think that my lack of attention to blogging isn't inherently connected with my inability to do so. And on that note, something I've been thinking about posting here a lot lately, and fuck the world if it isn't particularly interesting.

Things I've been wishing for lately which aren't at all appropriate for Wishful Wednesday:

The end of Ali Larter's joke of a fucking career already. Seriously. It's time.

For Watchmen to exceed my impossibly high expectations, just like the book did.

A decent reason not to sell my Wii next year. Seriously, Nintendo, watch how many casual gamers stick around as the economy collapses. You need real gamers right now.

A return to glory for 24 this season. I'll never quit on that show and I'm not sure I can enjoy another shitty season.

Stroke 9 to play the motherfucking city for once in my goddamn life. It's fucking ridiculous how long I've loved that band and never even been aware of an opportunity to see them anywhere near home.

A badass mother G.I. Joe.

Michael Phelps, Tony Hawk, A-Rod, and ESPECIALLY that AnalRapist Kobe (for those who don't know, Kobe's both an Analyst AND a Therapist in his spare time. He's quite the renaissance man.) to fall on their fucking faces in that ridiculously annoying and not to mention blatantly misrepresentative guitar hero commercial. Like, seriously, you could've just recreated the fucking scene with a song that's ACTUALLY IN THE MOTHERFUCKING GAME YOU DISHONEST PRICKS!

A Jonathon Blow game on Wii. Anyone who has played Braid surely knows exactly why I would say this. Anyone who hasn't missed out on my favorite game of 2008.

A way to go back in time and pick up Fallout 3 at launch so my expectations hadn't gotten so impossibly high for a game which I'm sure won't end up living up to them when I finally play it.

The rumored Weezer/Oasis spring tour to be a reality.

Anyone got any wishes to share? For that matter, is anyone reading this thing?