Perhaps selfishly, I'm kind of wishing for a labor-free Labor Day. I don't know if it will happen. I spent about four hours actually freezing at an otherwise fun Italian feast out in Eastern Long Island on Saturday night, got up early to go to church with my dad on Sunday, then went with my folks to my dad's lot to trim hedges, mow the lawn, pull down vines, and fill lots and lots of bags. I'm not complaining so much as venting, and I don't need a day off so much as a chance to catch my breath before an even busier week and weekend. Is it the middle of October yet? At any rate, let me at least take a mental break to peruse some PHANTASMIC LINKS:
Click Myclofigia once a day to get our city to #1!
MCF is a mild-mannered
artist from the suburbs.
His knowledge of obscure
comic book characters
is more powerful than Gladiator
of the Shi'ar Imperial Guard on
an ego-trip. Able to leap topics
in a single sentence faster than
a speeder-bike on the moon of
Endor, MCF has never written
about himself in the third person
and now dreads the day he
utters aloud the fateful phrase,
"MCF is gettin' upset!"