And now I've got a blog.

Peer pressure has won out, and after a few pints of Cooper's and whatever it was I actually ate for lunch, Cody Marcelli has convinced me that blogging is the wave of the future. Prior to this live-changing revelation, we were mid-conversation as I rolled out to his car, a heated discussion of Porn of the Dead vs. The Sexorcist, when the paps arrived and started snapping. Expect photos later on, and rumors to start flying, that I'm fucking him as well. He wishes. Maybe if he shaved, and grew a pair (I say this with love, Cody, I swear) I'd think about it.

Anyway, here I am. Maybe I'll write more about myself later, for now I will leave you with my deep thought of the morning; what exactly is in those Cadbury Creme Eggs? The ideas running through my mind.... scary.

Oh, and the final verdict? The Sexorcist, for sure. Sorry, Marcelli.