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Since being taken into the warm embrace of the GeekGasms family I have dipped my toe into many new waters. Blogging for instance, so far so good. Cock fighting, human trafficking, bear dancing. My life has become exceedingly colourful since joining this band of merry misfits. Another new aspect of my life has become journalism. Well sort of. We don’t break any stories at GeekGasms except the ones surrounding my personal failures, once again Danni, very sorry about the text messages then bumping into you the next day and hiding behind a bus stop. I am a shallow, shallow man.

However, we do report news, and as this practice demands I take some degree of pride in reading these stories and then intelligently analysing them for funny jokes. On this week's pubcast I was made to feel like a fool, a damn fool thanks to the piss poor reporting of one film magazine’s website, if you want to read the afore mentioned article by all means go ahead and follow the wee link I lay before you. Click me you pussy!

Hello once again loyal readers. Apologies for my silence, a busy boy I have been. In my absence a whole load of cool stuff has happened, most of it I probably shouldn’t commit to the internet for fear of incriminating those involved.

Last week I missed the pubcast on account of the motherfucker of a hangover I was surviving thanks to a Halloween party which was pretty awesome. Well apart from my iPod airing its guilty pleasures, I won’t apologise for Bonnie Tyler but I am slightly ashamed of the Pocahontas soundtrack. I downloaded it to get chicks. No need for feedback, it’s already deleted. Despite this, I still rocked the shit with my Marty McFly.

Hello loyal Geekgasbies (still trying to think what I can call you). I have to once again offer you my apologies. It seems my busy and sexy life as a freelance marketer has seeped into my angry typing time again. But I can’t disappoint you, you obviously need to know what I’m thinking so here’s a list of my thoughts, ponder these, discuss these, complain about these I don’t really give a shit. I’m just typing so I keep my hands busy which stops me masturbating furiously.

I have been thinking these things this week.

In months gone by I’ve found myself reading more than usual. I’ve been gunning through a script writing book these last few weeks (well my bio-pic isn’t going to write itself), I read a couple of Christopher Brookmyre paper backs and even re-read Watchmen. But for the life of me I cant bring myself to blow the dust off of the Civil War comic that’s been sitting in my room for months now.

Someone lent me a copy of Civil War: Front Line, which follows two journalist’s story as they report the shit storm that has blown up around the super-hero registration act. Some heroes led by Captain America want the freedom to destroy cars, bridges, buildings, basically whatever they need to stop some dick robbing a bank while others, led by Tony Stark, want benefits. They need their dental plans, their holiday hours and a Christmas bonus.