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The Middleman is a new TV series based on a comic book by Javier Grillo-Marxuach. It’s about a secret agency that deals with “exotic problems” like talking gorillas, evil terracotta warriors, and vengeful luchadores. It sounds silly, but it’s a smart amalgamation of comedy and science fiction. I totally loved the first two episodes, and after I saw the third one, it dawned on me: This is quite possibly the most awesome TV show in the history of all that you know. I suggest you all watch the show and be ROCKED. If you need to be convinced, let me spoil the aforementioned third episode for you:

The Middleman (Matt Keeslar) is one swell guy, but he does need a helping hand once in a while. That’s where his trusty hot sidekick, Wendy (Natalie Morales), comes in.

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Yes, I’m bringing the noise back into this blog. And when I say “noise”, I mean “comic books and other geeky stuff”. I bought a lot of comics last week so I thought now’s the best time to force some comics goodness down your unsuspecting throats. Also, I just closed Face Rockery, so, yeah. There’s that. And here we go:

Thor: Reign of Blood - The second Thor one-shot from my current man-crush, Matt Fraction, has everything I loved about the first one. Violence! Trickery! Cruel gods! Sexy goddesses! All-around awesomeness! Seriously, Thor piloting the Blood Colossus to smite the vast army of the undead while it’s raining blood? That’s so bad ass it should be illegal.

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I know. It’s already Tuesday and the title clearly says Motivational Monday with Baddie. But I’m willing to break the rules of Time and Consistency to pay tribute to one of the greatest stand-up comedians of all time, George Carlin. Let his Seven Dirty Words motivate you:

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I am a weak, weak person. At around 7 PM this evening, I succumbed to the call of the cancer stick. It was bed weather. Traffic along the South Luzon Expressway was moving slowly. I was listening to Concrete Blonde’s version of Ghost Riders in the Sky. I couldn’t help it. One week after I vowed to fight the good fight against Nicotine, I lost the battle. BUT NOT THE WAR!

I’m thinking maybe I did it wrong. I went cold turkey after 5 years of being a chain smoker. I never stopped smoking for more than a couple of days during the last 5 years, and now I suddenly expelled nicotine from my life. It was hard. Harder than saying “no” to free beer. Harder than not looking at a hot woman’s cleavage. Harder than closing a browser tab that contains your Plurk window. Going cold turkey wasn’t fun. It was torture. Happy torture. What?

I couldn’t ignore all the moments I felt the urge to light a stick and smoke my lungs out. I felt anti-social passing up on invitations to smoke from my co-workers. Every time I reached for a stick and found nothing there, I whispered expletives to myself. “Fuck you, self! The fuck’s your problem?!” But every time I resisted those seductive moments, I celebrated with a stupid smile. Happy torture. Weird, but there you go.

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