FInally!

Could it be? Could it really be? Has Archie Andrews finally mustered his testicles to some form of attention and finally picked one of them? Oh Lordy! Oh my! This is news!

I really don't like Archie.

The blithering whatsit. He really rubs me the wrong way. For over 60 years he has let Betty cling on to him desperately so that he had someone to snog when Veronica was too busy. 

Come on. It's so obvious that he was much more into old Ronniekins. He only really gave Betty the time of day because she knows a little something about fixing cars. Exploitation ho!

Betty. With all her hundreds of useful skills displayed through the years that Archie has been in publication, you'd think she'd have a bit more self-esteem than she does. But she doesn't. And I don't know why. 

Anyway I'm busy so I'll wrap up here.

The Brothers Bile: Part 0, in which nothing much is said at all.

SO as I said I am trying to update this site a bit more... occasionally. And what subject could jump-start the creative juices in someone like me quicker than a self assigned rant on things that I loathe. More specifically, pop-culture icons that really get my goat, as well as all other miscellaneous ungulates I have lying about. The idea is one noted figure every week, starting next weekend. Some of the more astute facebookers out there (and also those of you whom I practically waved it at) might have noticed a little taste of that to come. Next weekend with all my best hopes and intentions you shall have the first part of the deluded rant, as well as the subject (or rather, target) of my browbeating for the week after.

Until then, for those of you who haven't seen it, here is the mystery figure that I shall be covering next week.

Just who is this bespectacled prat face?