
Loved Scott Pilgrim, so I thought I'd check out Bryan Lee O'Malley's other book. Unfortunately, I'm not sure if he'll see any royalties from this sale (I'm not sure how bankruptcy and the rest works in relation to blah blah blah), so maybe I'll send him some brownies on his birthday.

I was always hoping I'd find this one on the shelf so I'd have an excuse to buy it, and this was a perfect occasion. I'm really looking forward to reading this one, and holding it under my arm the next time some pushy evangelists come knocking at my door.


I actually got the newly released version of
Game of Thrones with Boromir on the front, and I figured I'd see what all the fuss is about, heh. I'm really glad the font is rather big - I hate those huge novels that have letters about three electrons high.

That's a lot of face. This one was already on the clearance rack for five bucks and discounted 10% past that, so now I can afford a stick of gum. It's a lot different that I thought it would be - inside, there are a lot of graphs and images and stupid quotes about whatever Colbert's staff of writers was thinking about at the time. Looks like dumb fun.

I already loved the hell out of a paperback edition of this, but thought a hardcover would look good sitting on my shelf because I doubt I will ever read it again. I'd recommend this book over every other one on this list.

Because I needed to be reminded how utterly stupid I am. It's David Foster Wallace's final and unfinished novel before he lost his battle with depression. If you've never read David Foster Wallace, I'll tell you one thing: it's not light reading. In fact, everything he's ever written reads like the manual to an MRI machine. He was a brilliant man who thought completely in jargon and it shows. When I can sit still for longer than five minutes, I'll be giving it an intensive read.

I didn't actually have a copy of this, go figure. Atticus Finch is one of my favorite characters in literature, and felt I should pick up a copy.
And of course, they just don't have DVDs there. I also got:

Amazing/awesome/astounding/austere film about Kurt Russell and the people Kurt Russell wants to kill. Last copy on the shelf, too; though I bet they have boxes of them in the back.

A melodramatic pile of excrement about white guilt and the boredom that comes with being an overprivileged brat. I love every damn second of this movie


Do I have to explain myself for this one? No, no I don't.

Have the Rifftrax, but never had the DVD. After watching this, I was sorely reminded that I need to start doing sit-ups again.
And one CD!

Been meaning to check out the Ramones for a while. Figured, hey, couldn't hurt. I guess they're okay? They're okay, I guess.