So I got Punch-Out! for the Wii and was all set to do a blog about how incredibly racist it is (the Lisa Lampanelli “it’s okay because I’m racist towards all races” racism) but after a bit of googling I found that it was pretty well worn territory.

Seriously after I TKO'd Piston Hondo I'm surprised he didn't pull out a fucking katana and commit seppuku.

Well, since that horse has been beaten to death here’s some pictures from my phone!

Master hypnotist and Boris Karloff impersonator Brad Garrett!

It’s like the photographer asked him to do a big line of coke right before the picture was taken.

Actual size.

I walked up to it and a british guy with a bowtie stepped out and asked if I wanted to travel with him.

MISMATCHED STEAK KNIFE WOLVERINE!

Fucking creepy.

At a friend’s house. Creepy as hell but wait! There’s more! Let’s zoom in on this.

Oh shit.

He’s reaching for the knife!

Sex-Murder is the worst kind of murder. Murder by sex.

I saw this on the magazine rack at Savers. It’s like if episodes of Law and Order: SVU were written by the people who worked on The Weekly World News. I kind of regret not buying them but I doubt anybody’s snatched up those literary treasures.

The Cover for my new detective novel, "The Mystery of the Murderous Mariachi Mannequin".

At least he’s not a sex-murderer. I hope.

If you’d like to see what I was taking phone pics of in 2006, check out this old myspace blog!