Craig's List is the awesomest. Front and flatmates are enjoying hi-dose radiation therapy thanks to their brand new previously owned 26" television (13K). It cost ten dollars. That's 38.5 cents per diagonal inch.

Considerably more expensive (on a per-inch basis) is the solid platinum pocket protector, recently custom-crafted and delivered to Frontalot HQ by armed guards. Guess where we bought that (106K).

How to afford such extravagance? The Front has sold out, obviously. Evidence is rife at the Palo Alto Gamescape, where the MC's likeness can be seen shilling party games (73K).

And since it seems to be Photo Week here at frontalot.com, we offer this charming snap: MC Frontalot and Kompressor loitering in front of a donut shop (214K). The trippy colors are so that you can't tell if you're hallucinating or not.

Front and compadres will be in attendance at this evening's performance by 70's supergroup The Kids In The Hall. Did we say 70's supergroup? We meant aging canadians. The Warfield is the place to be. Downstairs, where the nachos is hot.

In other news, Frontalot hasn't seen Episode II yet, so if you run into him don't give away the ending where yoda kicks all the ass or whatever. We're planning to download Episode III from Kazaa this week, then watch all six movies backwards. Not in reverse order, either. Backwards. Like with the rewind button pressed the whole time.

Fan alert: the guy who draws battle pope thinks Front is cool. Also, we've been getting mad hits from the fresh new MC Hawking site. Dig it.

A happy day to you, Mexican liberation enthusiast!

When the Front was a wee schoolboy, oftentimes he danced the Mexican hat dance in the official festivities. This was the curse and blessing bestowed on each member of the bilingual education program come May 5th. How those silver-threaded black suits shined! How those rhythmic boot-slaps reverberated! And how pathetic Front seems today, as he gyrates in feeble time to the music, alone before the hall mirror, lost in reminiscence of those days.

Let's all give him a dollar fifty and make him feel better.

In other news, you're all clawing each other's throats out to be next in line for Spider-Man. Frontalot condones this behavior.