I may be the last person on Earth to discover this, but I've been spending the latter part of my evening reading Samuel L. Jackson's blog (yes I know it's fake). In a word: HILARIOUS. The man gives commentary as though he's squarely in the middle of a "Pulp Fiction" scene, peppering his posts with more than one "motherfucker."

So far though, my favorite post is "If I had me a Hammer," and any of you who know me will immediately understand why it's my favorite (hint: the self-inflicted injury commentary).

Speaking of banging nails into one's head...I was at my mother's house tonight, helping my brother rescue my mother's car. I won't get into details except to say that my brothers and I have become the parent--to a cranky, grey-haired child who won't listen.

...so now I sit, reading the rants of a man who writes as though his barely-contained righteous fury can only be expressed by the word "motherfucker," laughing my ass off, and wondering what I could find by googling the phrase "self-inflicted nail injury".

It's got to be better than arguing with my mother for the thousandth time about the benefits of physical therapy.