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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Selfie on the Half Shelfie...

Look at this guy right hurr...
It's a picture I took parked in front of Best Buy in the middle of a sunny day. I added this little filter action from my new phone, and it completely changed the picture. Very nice...
So, anyhoo, that is me right thurr. The wetness in front of me is the squirting of mein tearducts.
I just got done watch Billy Idol on the Talk or something wretched with Sharon Osbourne.
Somebody ask a question other than how he came up with his name. It is also nice that he can dirty up the interview something randy and no one has a problem with it. I didn't realize the second daughter on Roseanne was actually the younger sister of Melissa Gilbert, who dated Billy for a short spell. Now I'm listening to a Steve Stevens interview . It's a bit long, so I won't hear it all, but may have to come back to it another day. It is after midnight now, and a few Everybody Loves Raymond will send this cowpoke off to sleepytime-funland...
I wanted to say more, but my newer phones have all had some way to pretty much type for me, I just hate typing. I'm not even that awesome at it anymore. So sad...

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Ben Assfleck Sniffdifferous...

The Benneriffic Snifferoo d'etat...
Wow, it's been almost a month since we last spoketh. Blurbitty blurb, rhubarb rhubarb, murmur murmur. Not much really has been going on to burn any buildings down. Some new extra special friends on Facebook, like Neal Whitmore/X from Sigue Sigue Spitnik, Bob Derwood Andrews, and Mark Younger Smith. Not really friends, I guess, but they at least interact and seem friendly to my posts, moreso than to others. Not that it really means anything, of course, but it's nice to get some love back from awesomely talented peoples...
My personal highlights of long messages back are one from Steve Stevens last year, and Andy Taylor from Duran not long after he left them again back on Myspace. Either way, they were more than just copy/pasted unpersonal replies to my blatherings. These thing are awesome to get, and by no way expected. I do like the notion that, at least for a brief moment, I am a thought in their noggins. Nothing weird, just that my name passes through their brain. I do believe my full name is strange, yet easily rolls off of the tongue. Adam Ant answered one of my questions on a video awhile back, I loved how they said my name. British people, the way they talk. Love it, especially when they're pissed off at someone, preferably not me...
Anyway, I always find real love/curiosity of what I'm talking about with some of these people, even if I'm not that knowledgeable on the subject, usually brings a response. The internet is pretty sweeet, before this there was pretty much no connection out there. Funny that the stars of the kids today are too snooty to interact with them. Me, however...
The people I grew up loving are now alot more within reach. Some have pulled away from the limelight, or had it pulled away from them, and some are still shining just as bright, but they still do the old tappity tap on the keyboards for us. Awesome people, and my hat is off to them. I would hope to be the same way as them, not a tool like many are. I'm so hyper I could probably answer millions of messages daily, in between whatever I was doing. I'm also an attention whore, so I love the adoration of anyone foolish to lavish it on all... lavishly.
Wow, I didn't plan on tonight's subject matter. Now I'm spent. I have to work at a shithole tomorrow, then the weekend is hurr...
Btw, my normal workplace is in turmoils of sorts since an old, now ex, friend has turned it into a war zone. Life sucks, and so do people. Why can't people mind their own business, and not suck the life out of others?!?

Sunday, September 21, 2014

My Pet Wolf Spider...

Lookie at the spider I caught awhile back and had for about a week. Isn't he a dandy?
A very nice wolf spider. I've seen alot of people posting pictures and videos of what they claim/think are wolf spiders, but are usually smaller. I think some weaker distant cousin. Anyhoo, mine was named Milton.
I liked him so, but it was a pain to feed him, and I wasn't even sure he was actually feeding. I didn't want to be the death of him, so I let him go out in some field behind the edge of town Dollar General. Hope he's humping it up. I would've liked to keep him, but it would've been a serious hassle.
Let's see, what else?
Saw Dawn of the Planet of the Apes. That was a mouthful. I liked it, but a few things were utter silliness.
Tired now. I thought I'd have more, but maybe it is better saved for tomorrow. I will attempt a return in the morrow...
But, then again, you know me.
I do when I do, how I do it no one knows...
Not even me.
Mayhaps I will await the return of Milton, possibly with a second aquarium to call his own. Meal worms will flow like wine...

Thursday, September 04, 2014

Cripple Nipple and the Problematic Protuberances...

So I'm incognito once again, the stalk begins anew.
Or doesn't...
I will only say things that used to openly cause the heart to wince no longer do so. It is now only a distant sadness, a weak signal that still comes in from time to time to time...
You do go through all the stages of grief when someone is "lost" in space. Lies tell you that nothing was real, that you are obviously not worth the palpitations necessary to keep the burn burning. At some point you want answers to those queries, to know what was behind all those other doors. Eventually, you realize that you would never believe your eyes, ears, and whatever organ decides to get involved.
I'm going to get such a great fucking workout today. I want to punish, and grunt, and send spittle high flying into the air around me. And I want to froth...
A trip down mammary lane, a short jaunt along the cracks of mein own fragmented ticker...
One should never partaketh of these things. The last piece of old pavement to smack me in the back of the head took 16 years to boomerang, once again, into the picture. Reviewing, I believed none of the hype. Yeah, yeah...
Never gave up the goat, did you?
Always pined, regardless of the funjinx "endured" for the sake of keeping up appearances.
Facade and cryptic lipshit.
I miss things sometimes. Substitution can be tricky, and I'm finicky as fuck.
I'd love to rock the IDOL lifestyle. It's probably part act, but I could keep things purely physical, and never give more than a few teaspoons full of who gives a shit.
Wonder if he throbs for his ex, Perri.
Do we all have a great white buffalo?
Were I to saddle it up again, would I dig heels in crueler than before?
In the end, there would be no reprieve. I would suck it dry until it turns to dust and blows away, as if it had never happened in the first place. Nothing makes it better. There is no medicine for some things. There is only falling...
There is only the occasionally maddening itch of a remembered limb no longer thurr...

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Painstakingly Painful Ponderences...

Hello thurr.
Solo jam out to David Bowie's Golden Years remixed and such. I'm also heavy on the toke.
Weirdness abounds, and a general ookiness cloaking the funtime receptors in an ominous way...
And setting a precarious tone to teeter upon.
I'm set to eventually pick up a severely inebriated individual, who will want to pull that one loose thread, and leave the edges thoroughly tattered...
Anyhoo, enough about me. I'm on a three and a half day weekend, so this is all good.
I do tend to go dormant at odd hours of the day and night. An extra day of ruining my sleep schedule. Yay for me!!!
Work has been sucking as usual. They gave me a letter of instruction over something that was nothing. WTF is wrong with people? Why can't you let the people that just want to be left alone... uhhh, left alone?!?
I'm not really in trouble or anything, but it stays in my file for two years. If they ever choose to lay the fuckstick to me, then this'd be where they'd start. Sad, but this is what the powers that be do in the workplace. My fucking is what accomplishment bonuses are made of.
"Look at how I ass raped this guy over nothing, guys."
Good show, old chap. Things like this make it soooo much easier to justify that $2000 payout.
The world sucks, too many douchebags like this, sucking on the good teat, and leaving us with the one that got semi severed in that sliding glass door incident...
I really do try to keep an optimistic approach to it all, but this shit gotst to go. I'm a super duper guy. Why do people want to fuck with that?!?
I guess the worst part is that I'm even forced to ponder it at all. I do not understand the mindset of everyone else. I do and I don't, more like. I can tell you exactly what horrible turds they will shit out in your general direction, but as to the WHY...?
No clue. Some people want to suck it all out, and give nothing back. They can't even convert your tears to actual joy, so they are never satiated. Are there really people out there with these cancerous tendencies?
Are there really as many of them as it seems, or is it just my paranoia?
I get none of it. I'm not saying I'm a perfect person. And there's where it ends for today...
I just got a call to make a pick up. She sounds wasted...
Lucky me.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Mork Calling Orson Wellz...

Really good interview I just perused on Youtube. Of course they have to mention the mental issues. I'd do a wayyyy better interview, though. I know what to ask. This guy was acting like he was all in on it, but he looked like Adam's grandpa...
We saw Let's Be Cops yesterday, and it was pretty good. What a surprise, the trailers didn't actually even do it justice. They were kickass, so to go above that was nice. The white guy is hilarious, the Wayans kid...
Ehhhhhhhh, he was ok. More the straight guy in the movie, twas.
I also bought The Amazing Spiderman 2 last night, and devoured it. Wish the special features were better, but they only had one disc this go round. Oh wellz...
I took off yesterday and today with bronchitis. I feel better, but still kind of coughy and husky voiced. Medicine, medicine, medicine...
Monday was my birthday, and Tuesday was my anniversary, so I really couldn't take off sick regardless of how I felt. I even went in Wednesday to help them out. I'm sure they'll not notice that part, only that they ended up short yesterday. Oh wellz again...
At least all the crap Robin Williams news is done, and now hoping the Ferguson finishes up now that we have more REAL facts, such as that the cop is innocent and dood was foul...
Now the beheading is all the rage. Fuck being anywhere over thurr. If they ever pull that shit over hurr, it is ON.
Stupid guy for even being in that area. Supposedly there is talk of it being fake. No idea, as I haven't seen it yet. It'll surface soon enough. Poor dumb guy if it's real. What a way to die...
Not sure what tonight holds, some drinking is happening in the other room. Hope it stays tame, because I'm wore out. I also would like her to pass out so I can be all alone with the bigscreen. I also like to make a killer breakfast with peppers and onions and eggs and spinach and stuff...
Some fried potatoes with yet more peppers and onions...
I'd like to maybe throw some biscuits and gravy all up in it. I make some killer homemade white gravy. I will admit the biscuits are out of a can, but who cares?!?
I tried once with Bisquick, and made hockey pucks. I also had to throw away the pan. Not a good time.
Anyhoo, I hear crap music playing in there. It is only 9 pm. Le sigh...
I napped earlier, and will probably do another.
I win.
I win.
Zulus.
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Monday, August 18, 2014

Ferguson-licious...

Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
The Ferguson cop is innocent.
Ok, so I need a little work on the ending.
Apparently, so did post-Mikey's numerous "eye witnesses." Little by little, we are seeing the kind of retarded ass frenzy the media and douchebags like Al Sharpton and Jessie Jackson whip the bleating masses into.
Smooth and creamy...
I loved how baby boy mama said they should put that cop in jail. If anyone is to blame for his death, it is only himself and his mom for not raising him right and tanning that ass as needed. Yeah, that's the little angel in the picture...
If the cop was guilty, I'd be all for him getting thoroughly jacked, but I do not believe it is so. That kid was one fucked up dood, but at least he got his vitamin C...
Anyhoo, hope it all blows over soon. Everybody thurr either wants to be part of some fucked up "movement" or they wanna get some free shit, or hurt innocent people.
Good thing he's guilty as shit, or that'd suck that his death attracted such gutter trash. Even the black reporter on CNN last night was giving the black community there a piece of his mind.
Fucked up world, fucked up people.
And fuck this guy...
Nothing racist about it. I'm just looking at the facts. Reversed, I'd feel the same way.
It's time for the Whitey Witch Hunt!!!
Hotcha!!!