Smurf It Up, Fuzzball...

Ugh. Got time for a bitch fit?
Just kidding. I'm not going to waste anyone's time with that noise. Besides, it could go on for days.
WTF is wrong with everybody? It seems the world gets crueler and meaner every time I step foot all up in it.
Right now it is as if I'm surrounded by extreme dick wheels on a 24/7 basis. I just wanna chill. I just wanna...
I am sooooooooooooooooooo dragging my heels on actually working out.
I'm actually keeping a pretty lean looking body, it just needs to get the dormant muscles in there pumped back up. I just have no energy, and you all keep sucking my very soul out of me.
Please stop.
I guess it is all just a thing that gets better over time, gradually. I'm just an impatient son of a bitch. I likes it all now.
All or none.
Saw Iron Man 3 the other day. It was wayyyyy better than the others. I can't wait for Thor 2 and Captain America 2. So many awesome movies to come out semi soon. Kick Ass 2, le sigh...
I have had such a hard time lately enjoying anything, or feeling that excitement for something not yet obtainable, but soon will be. I will say I did laugh my balls off a few times watching some Howard Stern interviews from Youtube on my bigscreen. It's good to know I can still laugh, I wasn't sure if I could there for awhile unless it involved someone else's misfortune.
I wish I had interesting stuff to talk about. I feel bad for anyone who actually might...
Ehhhh, who am I kidding?
LOLZ!!!
Wahh blah blahhhh with a woopsy diddle doodly-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Sometimes, of late, I will actually feel somewhat like my old self and zing it up on the internet google box machine. I'm like, "Damn, I'm superwitty and fly tonight. What up with me?"
Then some asshole will swoop in and try to cut my legs out from underneath me. They never do, of course, but it still waylays momentum.
The meetings are also getting superweird. People are so hateful, yet the most devoted sheeple when called upon to speak. Alot of people I have no idea who the fuck they even are, and a few of them are trying to grapple with the wrong hombre.
Do not try to get crazy with esai.
Don't you know I'm loco?!?

Derpa Durr...

I had to give someone the old heave ho on Facebook yesterday. She was actually my second cousin or something like that. No biggie, as her posts consisted of her with a mohawk, or other white trashy whatever.
I mentioned something about Halloween H2O sucking, and she freaked out on me.
I gave her some whatfer, then blocked her.
End of story. Weird, though...
Anyhoo, just sitting around watching stuff online. Just finished a big, healthy bowl of black eyed peas, peppered up with a few splashes of Tapatio. I'm really losing the flabby patches, now hoping the skin cinches up as quickly as possible.
Guess my Dad went into the hospital today for his blood pressure. He's not being admitted, so that must mean good. I hope he's ok, I'm thinking about shooting on up there for the day tomorrow, not sure yet.
That would suck more than anything. I always hate thinking about losing anyone/everyone I love. I'd so much rather go before. Loss. Couldn't deal with it. I am the worst at it/with it.
Anyway...
The weather is shitty, we actually had snow. It didn't stick, of course, but geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez.
The end is nigh, the end is nigh!!!
Is it? Who knows?
Sometimes, I would openly welcome it, selfishly.
I'm probably not really even near that brave.
For all any of us know, I might be be grovelling on the floor, all snot bubbles and shit.
I sooooooo wish I were rich as fuck. I don't want to burn through it, or anything. I just want to be that weird, reclusive guy that likes shit he ordered online delivered discreetly, and promptly.
Fuck Seth McFarlane, with his lame ass IMAX BS.
I would love to have some state of the art recording studio with any and all instruments you could ever want to learn and play. I can already bang around on some drums, strum a little geetar, and fiddle around on some keyboards. I would love making music even if no one in the world ever wanted to hear it. I bet it would be pretty dang sweeet, though. Back up, chief...
I guess I may be seeing Iron Man 3 this weekend, maybe, depending on how my Dad is. Wondering if it'll be as boring as the other two...
Hurry up, Captain America and Thor. I need those sequels, preferably sans Downey Jr.
Nor Sammy J.
Later taters...

Gibb It Alls You Gots...

Hey peeps...
Getting in one last post before the month ends. I'm also about to get a serious wake and bake going on up in heeyah. I just cleaned my heavily clogged pipe, and wow.
Great balls of goo-ness!!!
Ok, now that I've cleared my own pipes out, so to speak, I will get right down... to it.
So I'm sitting here off from work for the day. Feeling kind of melancholy, I go to my old Facebook page. I saw that Vampire Wars is no longer around. How sad...
And to see that those in the world who once you interacted with are gone, or moved on to bigger and better things...
I saw an old girlfriend who I'd dated back in '93-'94 has either gotten engaged or married. I'm not all sad and wishing anything, trust me. She had gotten ahold of me back in '10, hoping to bring me back to the fold(s)...
She would send me naughty pics, and then started sending me videos of herself playing with her cooter.
She also talked about how she'd never forgotten about me, and that she'd searched for me for years, even waited at my old work at finishing time to try to catch me. Whether that's true or not really doesn't matter. I felt nothing for her at the time. Then I met someone else shortly after online...
A tragically mistimed catastrophe, twas.
I have seemed to have alot of those through time. Why? Is it due to pussyfooting around?
I...
Have this sort of mistrust of people, I guess. Like: What would/could you possibly be doing with me, if not to make me love you and give my all to you so you can shred me into tiny confetti pieces and blow them off of your open palm into the nothing, the void, the...
Someone has pissed on my kindling, and it refuses to spark.
Sometimes I just want it all to be rainbows and shit, just like the rest of you, and skipping, and feeling the pull of wanting to know what's around the next corner...
Sometimes I just want death.
Sometimes I just want riches, and baubles, and could care less if there were anyone there to share it with...
Sometimes, though, I rap meekly on the glass, hoping to catch someone's, or anyone's, eye, or interest...
Maybe I give up too soon, or do not rap loudly enough. Maybe I'm thinking it would be nice if someone said, "Hey, Ronnie's outside, and it's rainy and stormy as fuck out there!!!"
But such is my paranoia. Even if I saw you clearly mouth these wordly words, I'd swear up and down you never did. Who knows, maybe you verbalized your hopes that I'd be carried away by a swift current and dashed against some hard, and preferably pointy, surface.
Does a scar really help the healing, or does it just numb that area to further and future prodding?
At the mo-mo I can no longer feel the loving embrace, nor want of this.
There is no thrill for the hunt, nor salivations for the tender sweetness of the kill, nor the bloated gloat of the blissfully ignorant...
Only the gut wrench of the ever tightening noose I've so willingly slipped into.
Hey, where you going? Crosshairs back over on me, please...
Anyhoo, enough of that.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=flF5aU1iZFo
I wonder what is worse: the fall, or the splat, or the eventual crawl out of the mud?
Or to have never bothered to take the leap?

Do animals know heartache and loss?
Anger and ire?
Burning desire?

Guess what, folks. That's right, the cleft in my chin is back. I was noticing it today whilst taking my kid to school. I just need to get my lazy bootay back in the gym. I have a seven day pass to World Gym, so ehhhh, we'll see. I do like being skinny again, it is just really hard to be all energetic and shit. I will continue the running, once I start it of course, but I'd like to take up a little boxing, especially the training. Not sure if that is something that'd conflict with trying to bulk up or not. We'll see.
Shampooed my carpets all day yesterday. Looks super awesome, I just love laying on it and sniffing deeply. You could eat off it, but I'd be like, "WTF are you doing eating off of my floor, I just spent all day cleaning that shit, you fucking moron?!?"
I mean, wouldn't you?
Ok, well that was enough wah wahhhhhhing for now.
Hoping to have a new desktop semi soon so's I can start doing way cooler shit up in the internet google box machine. I'm so out of touch online nowadays.
Gotta go. Nothing witty to end with.
Later, turd burglers...

Hi Y'all...

 Bet you can't guess what I've been watching with the commentaries on?
The original, the one, the only...
Well, actually the digitally remastered ones with added stuff. I've already pretty well finished that up, but I'm debating on whether or not I want to watch the three Star Wars movies untouched or not, sans commentary this time. I do love Star Wars so much. I can't imagine any guy anywhere near my age not loving it.
There is one guy married to a chick I work with that tried to pretend he knew his shit.
Truth is, he didn't even actually know when Empire came out in the theater. I, however, remember the day we stood in line to get our tickets for the next weekend. It shaped my future self, along with a few other good ones we won't get into right now. But the day my mom took us to see Star Wars in '77 was a game changer. We also saw the re release, heck I've seen it every time it has come out on the big screen.
Of course Empire Strikes Back will forever be the greatest of them all. I do believe from the end of the '70's through the 80's were the best time to grow up so far, bar none.
Things weren't yet overcluttered with CG thingstuffs and digital video, things being shot with 3D not only in mind, but clouding every otherwise sound decision...
I also heard they are delaying further 3D versions of whats they gotses so far. Boo to that. It is because they are seriously focusing all they got on Episode 7.
I can live with that, but I need to see 4-6 superbaked and coming at me at some point.
And the new ones must be not so geared to the kiddies, please. Empire was the perfect blend of it all. I was watching Return of the Jedi last night, and the scene in Jabba's court with the dancing and singing was cringe worthy. Empire. though, does it right. Enough on that, though we all know I'll return soon enough to the scene of the so called...

Crizznizz.
So her Cindi and I are. I know, my eyes look sooooooooooo baggy. I also seem to scream out "chemo patient stoned out of his gourd", but I assure you: no chemo here.
Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, good sir.
Also, Dr. Evil be poking his peepers out from the betwixts of my hoodie's zipper, and my kid duck facing it for the camera...
Not much else going on, other than getting ready to veg out in front of the big screen. Things are much better today in the today of today. I feel very good, on the cusp of complete recovery of my mojo, my stamina, my get-up-and-go-go-juiciness.
I'm good. Looking way better than this picture, by the way. Anyhoo, I is donesies for the night.
I'm going to continue my inane chatter here on a more frequent basis, for no in particular I'm guessing...

For Those About to Toke, We Salute You...

Hey now...
Just got back from watching Identity Theft again. Still funny. You just can't help but love Jason Bateman.
I know I can't. I wanted to see Oblivion, but probably tomorrow now.
It's all good. I'm a bit semi under the weather, with a touch of Labyrinth Ear, so I'll probably be seeing a doctor soon. It feels like a tornado behind my eyes whenever I turn my head in any direction too quickly.
You'd think it'd be trippy, but it taint...
Anyhoo, not much going on. I worked at a few places, had a few verbal scrapes. Well, none of the blood shed was meins...
I also still go hang out at meetings, but I'm just not seeming to fit into the IT CROWD. Like I wanna...
A bunch of people white knuckling it all the time crying out for GAWD, faking it. I also don't see how someone can screw up their life, let alone stay drunkish, on beer.
Beer tastes like pee. Guess it makes sense since most of them are dickheads. I think deep down most of them aren't mentally capable of really getting it. They think it's some kind of social event where you kiss the ass of the elders for their approving nods. Mostly weak minded truth stretchers, the stories they tell aren't even worth the lie. I think if I'd ever whacked anyone on the streets, I wouldn't divulge that information to a bunch of people who couldn't keep their mouths shut to save their lives. I rarely talk in there. No one needs to know my shit, and I really don't have much to say other than that I'm pretty much ok. So back off...
I guess they got the last of the Boston idiots. I'm glad he's alive so they can torture every last bit of info out of him. Hopefully it will involve stuff going in his wizened pee hole...
I was bothered by the chanting of U.S.A. by the throngs of onlookers, and many waving flags. It felt like they were trying to recreate the whole 9/11 thangie, something new to focus on and run into the ground.
I did love how liberal halfwits were eager to blame right wing conservative Christians, then had to eat their words...
Which none of the ones I know personally haven't done yet, and I doubt they ever will.
Fuck them anyway. Conspiracy theories and all...
Wow, I forgot it is now 4/20. Time to hit that bizzong. Peace out...

My Preciousssss..... (So Far.)(A Draft)

A draft from the past...



I posted a shorter version of this in an earlier post, not sure if I will delete it or not so here is a full minute's work so far...

"We likeses itssssss...."

Yesssssssss...

I put in a toilet this weekend all by my lonesome, and today some dood put in a new sink and all the underbelly stuff. It was being held together by rust, and calcium deposits. The important thing is...

"It's done!!!"

You guys said a mouthful, now shut up and check out the video I've been working on so far. It's a little on the trippy side...

Shakin' All Over...

Haven't we all nearly done a Vince Taylor?
I have; sans fame, fortune, and poontang...
In the midst of a four day weekend, I am. I seem to have tweaked my back again a little, however. I would very much like to fix this regular problem. It's been sore for awhile now, but this morning I reached down to pick something up off the floor and felt it nearly give out.
Yeeeeeooowwwwccccchhhhhhhhhh!!!
Went to visit some chick we knew way back in the way back. She is dying from cancer, most likely within a few days. I was never a fan due to her loudness and general sluttiness. She also liked to see others' lives around her as miserable as hers was. She eventually cleaned up, and found Jesus Christ Monkeyballs...
I guess I can let it all slide, I felt somewhat bad when I saw how she had deteriorated. She couldn't even move her body other than her head, she was also already deaf in one ear. Sad, I know. I'd rather die at home, not at some depressing place that's like a transit station for those who are ready to give up the goat.
Or do that skydiving thang, and possibly forget to open the chute...
Ehhhhhh, just weirdness. Not sure how to feel about it all, so I mask my uneasiness with vaudeville.
I have been superlucky to never really ever lose anyone I actually care about and love. I also don't really dole out said love to just every Tom, Dick, and Hairy Pair of Testicles.
It makes you wonder the point of it all. In the end, isn't it all just sadness and parting? Seeing it all rot away to nothing? Loss?

LEATHER AND CHAINS...
GOD DAMNED VAIN!!!
NEVER SEE HIS LIKES AGAIN...

It's enough to give a fella the shimmies, and possibly even the shakes.
All over even...

Look, Ma, It's a TARNADA...!!!

Welcome to my lair...
I find this all very tiring, yet I will give the grand tour anyway. I will start by pointing out the shadows where I lurk, and the cobwebs I just recently blew off of mein tormented psyche.
And here is where I brood...

 I'm listening to Jenny McCarthy talk dirty with Howard Stern. Pretty rank, I know. Sadly, she seems into it. I find that to be extremely disturbing. Anyone who would willingly fuck that skin bag of coat hangers needs to have more than their head checked. Don't even get me started on that D.J. Qualls guy...

Do not cause me to storm and rage. You'd think with these supercool pictures I'd have something supercool in print to go with it.
You thought wrizzong. Don't fret, Bunny, I must cry, "SAME!!!"
I guess we shall just look upon these and know that this is the mood of the hour.
Necromancy. Wouldn't that be a hoot?
Could you not be a good lich, or at least one only of vengeance?
Necessary evils? Warped goals in the end? Could one not tow that line?
An occasional teeter, but never a full blown topple?
Were it to swirl in ever maddening circlets round mein vision, would I reach out and...
Crush the vitality of all within grasp and sacrifice fairness for faux fealty in a fifedom of fantastical frenzy.
An undead paladin, a cat who is a vigilante...
I do believe that were I to be handed the reins of this crazy Caddy we alls be taking that ride in, well...
I'm pretty sure I'd never please all, but after all is said and done eons past, they would see me as a kind and truly just lord who just wanted to...
Nahhhhhhhhhhhh. I would reward handsomely, but punish without hesitation.
I would love to have the power to sweep my arm and cause all I feel deserve my judgement to crumble...
Crumble. Mumble.
End up in a jumble.
Who's a goofy bunny then?

Chad Moon Rising...

 New laptop...
Woohoo for me. I'm also listening to James Franco chat with Howard Stern. Earlier it was David Spade, and before that Chelsea Handler. Gotta love the net...
I would be perfect with her, by the way, except she'd prefer an already made from scratch mayon. I'd prefer her to Demi Moore me and teach me how to thrive, push me, push...
I wouldn't be down with her lack of showering. Even when I'm scroungy I still don't reek. I also like my chicks super picky on cleanliness, although it is hard to find. Most only keep up the charade until a ring is slipped on the finger...

Cue sound of steel trap snapping shut.
Ehhhhhhhh, we are most often captive without any physical bindings present. How sad...
I like the feel of this hydrocodone quicksand compounded by the ants in the pants itchiness of two pots of stout java brewness. It makes the nicotine go down that much more smoothly...
I'm staying pretty semi spritely, in spite of eating well at times, and it's all good. Whatevs...
I wish I could copy and paste my plan of attack here. All this coffee, and I'm a bit loopy now. Someday we will be able to switch on and off at will, and those slumberful hibernations will not take a moment off the ticker for us. As long as we can curb the reproduction of the unwashed masses, then this would be truly a sweet deal. Childbirth would once again become a special thing, not just a woops moment. Hey let's unload this kid wherever we can until he's old enough to fuck up his own shit.
You suck, world. I will, however, beat you at your own game. I will tie you up, beat the living fuck out of you, and slap you right square on the taint. I despise you.
Would I be like this if I were loaded and famous?
I have grand notions. I wish that I were magically given the chance to shine.
I'm a lazy bastard, and need to be pushed. Where's my Andrew Ridgely?

No Picture Post Toasties...

Sup, dawgs?
I'm just sitting here listening to the extended version of Promises, Promises by Naked Eyes. Very nice. I always liked the few songs I remember hearing as a kid, but now I'm liking them very muchly...
Strange that I'm actually listening to this, as I finally got my copy of the new Adam Ant album: Adam Ant is the Blue Black Hussar in Marrying the Gunner's Daughter. It is so fucking good.
In love, I is.
It's a half and half type of deal. Some of it seems very polished, and some is very demo style. Not sure why, and I saw credit given to Marco for playing on four songs. On the Ant forum it is said Marco ain't having anything much to do with Adam these days so...................
But there isn't a bad song on the album. I highly recommend it. Emphasis on the high...
In a few, I gots to bail. Kids want Burger King, and that sounds pretty good. At least a chicken sammich and a few fries.
I went to see ferrets today. I didn't have time to play with any, but I wanted to so bad. I need more, and a bigger cage. I will make one, a huge one. A grand palace. They will love this. I want to put rollers on the bottom so I can take it outside and just hose it off when it's cleaning time. I plan on getting two of them.
I need ferret love. They do not judge me. Only love. And lots of licking of the feetsies...
I got a new laptop, so I'm pictureless right now. I just wanted to say hey and howdy, world. Nice to make your re-acquaintance.
Sups, dawgs?

Not a Peep Outta You's Guys...

 One of those millenia...
One of those days where you feel like everyone hates you, like the world itself is crushing your spirit. I dunno, I guess right now that nothing could fix what ails me. But just what is it that ails me exactly?
Is it the season ending episode of The Walking Dead heralding in around seven months of complete boredom? Probably not, but it ain't helping. Not sure what it is, but it leaves me squirming in my seat, clutching at the corporeal...

Was I always doomed to feel impending doom? Do I bother to struggle or even make a peep?
Will anyone hear the muffled cries of the self damned, or will it even turn a head or two?
Or will the daydreams of the unfettered mind continue to waft and drift on their own, oblivious to the throb of mein own pulsating...
Flatulence. The stink of indifference and unbridled malice towards the romantic notion that it'll all just be hunky dory. When, in truth, it is not...
It all ends with someone's last breath wheezing out of them, people scurrying to get a better ganders, and a bunch of worthless fucks looking at their watches at the wake. They are all as dead as the man in the casket, their material forms just haven't been hipped to the jive yet.
Why bother to tell them? That's almost not even actually a question, more a statement of...
Utter defeat, for now.
Lady Ice's heart will melt, won't it?
And just how many winters can she hold?

Anyway. What's up, you fucking nerds? I just finished watching Game of Thrones, season one. It is a really good show, I just wish the softcore porn aspect of it would dry up and blow away. Episode five featured some guy's ding dong, and around ten seconds of hearing a dood blow another dood.
Now look, I'm not against gay people. Not at all.
But do I need it in The Lord of the Rings?
Hells naw.
Also, disregard my earlier meanderings of malignant poo-ness. It helps to get it all out, in some form or another. I prefer off the wall ramblings and hidden meanings in mein.
One last thing: The Harlem Shake.
I love it and it never fails to release the mirth.
Oops, just got a ringy dingy on my phone.
What now, peeps?

Check Out Mein Goateee...

As is always...
I will say firstly, and foremostly as well, that I was rudely awakened at 4:00 am this morning. It is now 8:44 am, still up and at 'em. I seem to be working my way through a full pot of coffee, with possibilities beginning to become reality with another pot on the way...
Amazed as I am that I am actually awake at a time that I could finally enjoy bacon at its finest: quantity and quality wrapped up in one fell swoop...
Alas, I've drinkied enough coffee to quell any hunger daring to rear its ugly mug inside this dwindling torso. A mug for a mug, almost as if to smash in its face with my giant ceramic flagon of a java holder, laying it asunder among the shattered shards of mein stein...
Oh yeahhhhhhhhh, I can lay that shit on pretty thick, eh...?
And somehow, in the end, I shall tie it all off with a nice pretty bow by way of clever title, and you shall applaud its idiocy, or glare in icy silence at its unmitigated audacity.
Or not.
Saw Hansel und Gretel Friday night. Very nice. A+ all the way, it should've done way better at the box office. Marvel's Hawkeye, Jeremy Renner, seems to hit his mark once again as a superiorly skilled bowman. Go figure...
He's coming a long way from his Road Trip days. Skip that Bourne crap and the other crud that is Hurt locker fare, he needs to do way out there shit.
IMHO, he's kind of the big screens Daryl from The Walking Dead...
Yes, The Walking Dead tonight, folks.
After today, the season finale will be all we have until mid October. I saw somewhere that they said in Rolling Stone that twenty four characters will die. Does this mean they will have to kill some of them twice?
Or thrice?!?
If this is the big one, then Herschel's gotta go. I think Lil Kickass also finally has to go out with a...
BANG .
Can't be toting around some wailing sack of poopies all over a sinister realm such as this. I mean, they already killed Mama, so since they didn't kill her and Judith the way it was in the comics, they need to tie up that loose end.
Rick'll probably start getting the ringy dingies again, but it has to be done with.
Anything elsies?
Hmmm...
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Niccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccce hat.

Powdered Glovies...

Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...........................................................
Saw The Incredible Burt Wonderstone this weekend, it was ok. Nothing special...
The movie should've been about Jim Carrey's character, he was way cooler.
Way...
So another post in March, six days from the last so back off. I'm trying here.
Losing weight still, eating soooooo healthy. Last time I weighed in was at an even 180 pounds. I know since then I've hit the 170's finally, I just need to check it at work. Also getting geared up for full time workouts, now mostly just light cardio, lifting, and some lifting.
I feel alot better, it's probably due to a near vegetarian diet. Once I feel the last beads of fat disappear I will start heaping on more fish and chicken, even occasionally some beef, to the heavy load of greens and fibery stuffs.
I'm ready.
I even have my mp3 player powered up and ready, and the sweeet little fingerless glovies...
I've got some glovies.
Glovies...
I'm bored, and it's 11 pm. What the fuck are you doing then?
I should be in bed, but I do not sleep.
I do not sleep.
Do not sleep.
Do not.
Donuts.
Mmmmmm...

Squirrel Nut Slippers...

Wow, so gifs work here now?
So anyhoo, finished my latest evaluation from work which I passed with flying colors.
Yippity doo dah!!!
Now the other two have to do theirs. I, however, am done with that shit until next year. I do think I won't be worried anymore after this last one. I finally feel like I've thoroughly got it down.
Moving on...
Saw Wreck It Ralph and The Hobbit again. I meant to see that Oz movie with James Franco, but I would seriously prefer to avoid the masses as it were. Not a fan...
We did watch [REC]3 last night. Very nicely done, and the gore was pretty dang sweeet in itself. Thankfully, they dropped the whole found footage angle, and did this one like it should be.
Crystal clear, without all the shakiness...
Other than that, not much going on. Just chillin', tokin', and being a general loungeabout.
Thinking alot, having revelations, all that jazz. Also workiing out and eating extremely healthy. Everyone notices finally that I've lost alot of weight, or redistributed it. I feel decently physically. Mentally, I'm ok. Nothing super duper, but I'm not all wah wahhhhhhhhhh or mad.
Soon, I will be ready for pictures again. I had a temporary ban going, but it's about to be lifted.
Yay for me!!!
Yeah, I guess I'm on an upswing. Everything seems to be going ok, nothing great, but nothing catastrophic looming in the semi near future to spook me back into my rabbit hole.
Run, Ronnie, Run!!!
About the only thing that's really bugging me right now still is the fact that I feel always like I'm rushing, rushing, rushing...
Where?!?
To my death?!?
That's what it feels like. I chase time. I'm never on time. I'm always on the brink of it, hanging by a fingernail on the edge of it. I want to settle down, relax. Block out all the wayward noises...
I just want peace. I'm trying to have it. The only problem is that it's one squirrelly sumbitch.
And that little fucker has some teeth on him...
One way or the other, he's still going in the pan. No buts about it, gonna roast those nutz...
And make slippers out of his stinking pelt.

Giblets...

So many brilliantly articulate wordstuffs I had to share. My mind was to be a virtual buffet of anything one would care to sample, if they so chose.
Yet here we are, agape in defiant rapscallioness. Yes, I know it's not really a word...
I dunno, I feel like a serious corner is turned only to find it winds back around the other way. I do feel alot better about things. I don't want vengeance, I don't want to be right.
Because to be right would be something, wouldn't it?
Just kidding. Not really much is going on right now around these here parts.I guess my unstudied upon evaluation is tomorrow, and probably all freaking day. I just want it over so I can move on and just take another sweet toke of freedom from the bullshit. Ugh, stress...
It would be so nice to be able to fast forward where we may, but it would be oh so tempting to use it for the day to day mundane. How many would fast forward to their own deaths?
I've been thinking about things in the past. Why do I do this? Not really to torment anymore, more to retrace the steps upon which I've occasionally trounced and utterly bullrushed through as any buffoon would...
Blah blah...
I always forget to check how long it has been since the last time I posted. Hope it hasn't been too long. I wish I could just post directly from my brain to here because I lose it by the time I find my way to this plizzace. It would probably suck, or be completely hilariously pitiful and wishy washy.
Wahhhhhhh, I loved youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...
Wahhhhhhh, why did I dive into a bottle and become a recluseeeeeeeeeeeeee...
Wahhhhhhh, how come the world doesn't just bow to me as it shouldddddddd...
All these questions answered, and more, soon enough!!!
Once I get them figured out myself.
Calm your tits and get up off of my D, por favor.
Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez...
Sweet Han picture, by the way. Can't wait to see them all up on the screen together again. I know I mention having to wear boner pants alot, but this is one time I'd need some seriously reinforced buggers. I'd be wearing these pants for one other thing: A Kansas City Chiefs Superbowl appearance and win, of course. Anyhoo...

Freckles and Shit, Yo...

 Woohoo, the new midseason of Walking Dead is doing it up right, as usual. Sadly, we're going to be three deep in an eight episode midseason wrap up after tomorrow. It'll be over before we know it, and then there is the long, excruciating wait until mid October when they start up again. Sucksssssssssss..............

Rick is really coming apart now. I saw Carl is going to ask him to abdicate the throne. Silly Billy...
So tonight we're seeing the newest Arnie flick, The Last Stand. Looks good, and cheap as hell.
Three bucks a pop, to be exact. It was in the other theater when it first came out, but they had it in some room with seating for only around 60. WTF?!?
This is why I'm seeing it tonight. The theater here is pretty nice, it's just that no one goes here since they built the two new giant complexes that have a whole bunch of tiny ass theaters for around $9. Doesn't seem fair, does it?
That's why I don't go there unless I have to. Mine is deserted and I can bring in my own food and drinkies. You can't beat that. The other theaters are so packed that they either sell out, or are full enough that the assholes are spread out and won't move so you have to sit in crappy seats up front. People suck.
Phooey on them...
Yeah, so just hanging out watching videos, trolling people, and the usual tomfoolery. I have an evaulation coming up at work that's stressing me pretty good, plus my supervisor's boss will also be following me around. I just wish it was all over. I wish I worked for myself, owned my own shit. I would never make people feel the way I see it go down every day. Why is the world so shitty like this?
Overall I'm feeling pretty good, I've dropped down to 180. Eating well, all that.
Just trying to get by... man.
You know?
So many things swirling around in my brain. Trying to think good thoughts, sometimes succeeding. Does everyone struggle? Does everyone wonder what the fucking point of it all is? Does anyone?
Just me then?
I knew it.
Anyhoo, I sooooooooooooooooooo need to get the new Adam Ant album. I've heard quite a bit of it and it is nectar of the GAWDS. I've also been listening to the last two released albums. Appreciating them more now than I did then.
Strange.
At almost two months without drinking. I'd say congratulate me, but it hasn't really been that hard. I was ready, and feeling better was something I, and my body, needed. Soon...
To the gym. After next week, if I survive, I should have a clear window for the rest of the year. I'm ready to add the workout to my daily thangie. Once I lose the remaining bits of flab, I'll be ready to start eating all the chicken and fish I can wrap my throathole around to bulk up. I want to be huge this time.
Enough dawdling for me, time to finish the tokeout and get out of here. Nothing witty to add to that.
Toodles...

Asses to Asses...

Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...
Sexy ladeh.
Howdy, folks. Thought I'd post up to say I just got back from seeing Warm Bodies, and it was the bomb, yo. Good stuff, good feels. Lots of people saying, "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww."
A+. Rob Corddry stole every scene he was in.
Also, been eating right. Down from 206 to around 180 right now. Was going to start adding working out to the mix but I'm still fighting illness. My sinuses are a bitch. Not drinking and smoking will eventually kill that all off. Until then...
Ugh. Almost time for another few spritzes of Afrin. It works great, but reams your nostrils out in the process.
Have been doing some curls and crunches. Soon...
Either way, looking good. Now I just need to sweeten it up.
I had some deep crap to share here earlier, but alas...
I have to do it at the time or I feel all sillylike.
Hate that. Wish I could just upload it straight from my brain to the masses.
Just know I was going to say how life is better, and blah blah blah, yada yada yada...
Ch-ch-ch-changes.
Bowie style.

Is It Memorex...?

Whoa, a blast from somewhere in 2009. Interesting to see how I'm not even near as bleak as I was then. This nut should've been locked away for supersilliness!!!


Or is it. I'm not sure what day it is, as if you care. Or even the month. I can see now how my own self fixeyness will come in handy now. In the end, we make the bed we lie in... apocalypse, the end, blah blah blah...

In the end we will not even make a dent so what's the point?

I will continue on, I will conquer, I will win out...

I will be...

Credited for nothing. As far as that goes, I do not care. I shirk off the bonds of all that is expected and...

Will do exactly as I've always done, play my tiny part. The cogs in the wheel, you know...

I think somewhere we went wrong. We are a disease, we are a hope for humanity. We are alot of things that involve alot of sensuality that went wrong. A bad feeling, a thought awry, a diversion from the norm, nothing at all, an accident, a fucking accident...

I want to be the messiah so bad, yet I know I will not make a dent, not a fucking dent...

The most delusional are most often the people that are right, I hope I am not. I see things that are not very nice, not very...

PC. Things in my mind are monsters for most. The worst monsters in my mind are mein own, they all a figment of my... a figment of my... they are you. They are me. They are all of us. We are eternal, we are not eternal. we are eternal, we are not eternal.

To you, we are not infallible, in fact we do wrong whenever we can. We arethe Alpha and the Omega, we are not wrong, we are not right... we just... ARE. We fight, we fight even when we lose, but we are strong, we are strong...

We falter alot, we thank you for the kick in the face, yet we move on, we fucking conquer...

It's Not Easy Being Green... Or A Bean...

Happy New Year's, all.
Just sitting here getting ready to take a shower before bed. Needs be done...
My slippers are too fuzzy and snug inside and they kind of make my feet stink. Ain't nobody got time for that.
So, Cindi and I saw Guilt Trip today, and Hotel Transylvania Friday. Both were enjoyable, enjoyed the time spent with my minion, both seemed to hinge plots on family sticking together, all that. I was pleasantly surprised that Guilt Trip was good, Babs usually makes me break out in "ewwww, WTF"'s.
Anyway, working on mental whatevers this year, and back at the gym. I just have to wait until it opens back up. It's a free gym, with holidays off. Very nice, I used to go to it before. I like to run a mile before I do weights, get the blood pumping. I just wonder how long it'll take before I can run a whole mile without barfing a lung. Oh wellz, but I'll do it.
Anyway, blah blah blah, and a healthy dose of gobblety gook. I came on here tonight thinking I had something to say, but I don't, or it's blocked from me now.
Also, not drinking. Yay for me. Too bad I can't impose it on the rest of the world so I don't have to be subjected to idiocy. Now I just need to get to bed earlier on a regular basis. I'm eating semi decently, mostly diferent beans and green leafies...
Greens.
And beans...
It's not easy.

Give Me Time To Live It Up...

 Whoa, the postmaster has rung thrice this month so far. Vacation nearly over. Not really missing work. Not ready to put the silly nose back on just yet...
Ugh. Ever seen that movie where Nicolas Cage can go through the motions of daily life, and if'n he doesn't like it...
He can go back. I think it's called Next. I know I saw it, and probably posted on it here back in the day. Interesting concept, except I'd use and abuse the fuck out of it. I guess in the end I'd make an early save point where I could pretty much live out a life, and go back and second guess every second guess of every second guess. I'm pretty sure it'd be like back when I'd read those Choose Your Own Adventure type books as a child. I'd be too scared to commit to my choice, and would hold as many pages as I had fingers to be able to go back to a safe place. I guess that describes me to a tee...

Except you might as well throw in a dash of anarchy, balanced with a healthy smidgeon of fatherly, out of date wisdom. I wonder if everyone, or if anyone, wrestles with the giant pink baby of our fucked up coexistence. Would they bother to change a diaper, or lovingly coo at its initial fumblings with flatulence for an afternoon, let alone a measely fifteen minutes whilst I runs to da corner sto'...?
I used to think I was hurtling headlong into some sort of cataclysmic what ever the fuck, but boy...
Was I wrong?
I used to not have to rethink my thoughts in print, yet now I do. Was that last one really a question?
Wow. You know, I can't believe I let it all slide. I guess when it's gradual, you don't really notice the end result as hard.
And it helps the alternate reality your pride wants to remember to remain intact.
Imagine a future world where it all doesn't matter, all that makes you want to be a part of, be a working cog in the machinary spinning douchebaggery of...
It all dissipates, and then you wake to find you're still a babe in the woods.
And the horrifying story is even yet to be... uhhhh, beheld?
I truly understand how the true genius is never truly appreciated until well after the old ipso facto. I mean dead dead deadsky. Remember all those reports we used to have to do on Mozart and the other old wig wearing fools...
In the end they will all fade to nothingness as we all do in the end in the end in the end...
I want what this has turned into to end. I want the merriment to begin. I want the flagons to be filled, I want the confetti, I want the confetti...
I want a hero's return. I want the bards to recant earlier song with epic redemption of soul. I want to be the guy. I dream of walking among the masses and dealing out the judgement that they deserve. I dream the impossible dream. There are worse things, sadly enough, than the Rape of Nanking.
It is called the crime of nonchalance, the disregard...
Of all that is right and good.
I think the brightest stars burn for the longest time and give us a shitload of luminescence. The rest of us shine for awhile and then explode in a fiery explosion of explosive poo-ness.
I can't wait to reread this to myself and then forget it...
Nahhhhhhhhh......................
I know nothing of your life. I couldn't even presume to. I wish I was part of it. I hate that "another life" bullshit.
I also hate the old I wish I was your daddy but...
It'd be different anyway.
Wouldn't it?
In the end I'd win.
And you'd love me.
Didn't Hitler feel/think the same?
I'm truly living in the wild muthafuckin' west.

Apocalypsydoodle...

Ok then, folks. Messed around on some website and made myself into a zombie. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

 Then I did my daughter up. She was already wearing the helmet, so she had kind of an AD&D thing going on. Both of ours came out pretty good. And then there's this guy...

He was already a complete freakazoid before I put him through the wringer. Actually made him look even cooler than he was before, which was terrifying to behold...
Anyhoo, enough of that. After doing fuck all like this all morning, Cindi and I went to see This Is 40.
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm going to have to admit it was a bit much. Could've been whittled down to an hour forty five minutes instead of two and a quarter. I think they chicked it out too much, and they needed more cameos besides Jason and the doctor. I wanted to see even a few seconds of Seth, anything. Where's Craig Robinson, the doorman from Knocked Up? So much more could've been done. I liked it, but they semi failed...
So, yay, this year is almost over. We didn't all die, or half of us end up craving the flesh of the other half of us. Vacation is almost over. Still Thursday, though, so back off. Jeepers...
What to do, what to do?
The internet is dead, by the way. All the fun places I used to go back when I once again got a sweeet new desktop in '05. Everything so kickass and full of endless possibilities, or at least until the next thing came along...
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Now I just... GAWD. I won't completely blame this on Facebook, but it's doing its best to finish 'er offskies.
So little to do, see, anymore. Overloaded on images of suffering and destruction, or kittens chasing lasers...
I pine for the 80's. Plus everything was supersized. Nowadays, it's just the fries and the drink. Something's fucked up with that...

Super Stupors...

Wow, not sure when the last time was that I actually posted. Been awhile, I know that. I just haven't been feeling it, or have nothing interesting to say.
Ups and downs, baby.
I've been seeing alot of movies. The Collection, The Hobbit, End of Watch, others. All kickass, especially The Hobbit.
Right now I'm still waiting/wondering on the promotion coming up. I hope I get it, but it'll be hell once I do. I'm hoping to get it, settle in nicely, and go back to life before all this stress.
Nahhhh, scratch that.
I would like for everything to be wayyyyyy better than that.
Not sure what that'd take to happen, though. I have some ideas...
Yet alas.
Alot of things swirling around in a mind that'd be better left swept clean.
Also, planning on hitting the gym hard after the New Year. I know, I say this alot. But...
I don't really stray too far from semi in shape. I eat healthy most of the time, and I don't lay around like a fat fuck. Anyhoo, enough about that.
Sad about the Newtown kids, but tired of all this bullshit about wanting to take away all the decent peoples' guns. Check out the statistics, people. Places where good, honest folks can get them have less bad shit going on. Control, control, control. Couldn't be happy with things like keeping us filthy smokers outside with the trash, or limiting how much soda we can quaff down in one serving...
We are headed down a path strewn heartily with dogshit landmines. Not Chihuahua poo either, I'm talking Great Dane piles of steaming poo-ness. I also love how everyone who voted for Obama are still patting themselves smugly on their own backsides like they saved the world from certain doomage.
Puh-lease.
It'd be nice if people would pull together for greater things than this. Then again, if we didn't have such fine, upstanding celebrities like Angelina Jolie to usher in a new age of caring and understanding...
Where would we be?
Nothing like seeing her adopt a few rugrats, look down her nose at us for not giving everything we own to feeding the world's starving children, and then showing up to Hollywood crap in duds that could feed hundreds of people... for months!
Hell, I could probably get out of the red and well into the black with just her accesories alone.
The world is a fucked up place and I'm having a hard time feeling any of the love. It all feels phony to me.
The only difference between me and them is that I'm not deluding myself.
Guess it makes most feel better about themselves.
Distractions.
Makes a guy wish he could go catatonic.
Just please let someone come by and play with my ding dong from time to time...

Dickhead: Ground Zero...

 Hey guys. On pins and needles, eh?
I have no idea when the last time I posted, I'm guessing last monthish. Voted. My guy lost. Oh wellz.
Been working mein ass off. Trying to think of movies I've seen. Hmmm...
Other than Silent Hill and Paranorman, not much.
Erm, just...

Been trying to jolt an urge for fitness into my body. Eating right, mostly lentils, salads with alot of different stuffs in them, and nothing bad as much as possible. Totally on it, ready to be all svelte in this bitch.
Also, loving the new season of Walking Dead. That show would've made me jizz myself to undeath as a kid. Amazingly enough, no one I know even watches it. And that's fucked up.
Luckily, I have a butt ton of online freakazoids to rarely rub elbows with. I mostly just lurk and devour spoilers and technical FX jargon. I'm actually watching Talking Dead as we speak/write.
I wouldn't really say Chris Hardwick's stand up that premiered last weekend is any good. Sucked, actually.
We get it, you're a nerd. I''d probably like you more if you'd give up that Harry Potter shit.
Anyhoo, gotta puff puff pass that shit back to myself now...
Toodles.

With a Rebel Yell I Endorse This Message...

 Nice tig ol' bitties. Sorry I haven't posted much in the last month no one. Anyone?
Not much going on other than the regular constant inner turmoil. Wah wah, boo frickety hoo, lol.
Nahh, I'm ok. There just isn't much going on than going to work, sleeping, and waiting for the election to be over and for Obama to please, please, please not be President again.

 You know, if he died, then idiot Biden would be in charge. That would suck. The only time the guy doesn't gaffe is when he's stolen someone else's words...
I'm just ready for it to be over and for the Koolaid drinkers to die down with their nutzoid rants on Facebook.
Ugh, I gave up arguing anything with them a long time ago. Pointless...

Here's my pick for a winning ticket: Billy Idol and Vice President Steve Stevens. Tell me that wouldn't be the shit. Well, you could, but you'd a dirty, low down lying dog.
Anyhoo, saw Silent Hill last night. The plot was a bit confusing, but the cinematography is sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.
I also love the nurses, deadly bitches they were...
I'm on vacation this week, which is almost over.
Puff puff pass nugga.
If you like Romney please vote.
If you're a masochistic moron with a Koolaid moustache from blowing the giant cartoonish "pitcher of foul lies", then please feel free to sit in your car in the garage with the engine running and the door closed.
Listen to some NPR...

The Reverse Sleepy Gonzalez...

Wow, another lost post? WTF was I on anyway?!?



Cryptic enough, isn't it all? Reverse, reverse!!! Now Charlie Brown...

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, or deadens you a little more to the pain. Experience is an anesthetic, and knowledge a crux. To be blissfully numb to it all like the rest of you. I will soon blossom, or my wings will be torn from me. As usual...

I'm starting to believe I was meant to fail, to come crashing down, again and again. I have felt like I do since I was able to feel. Or remember...

I want to evolve, or better yet, DEVOLVE. The Soft Parade has now begun. Listen to the engines hum. People out to have some fun. Cobra on my left...

Leopard on my right, yeah. Out of sight, the lights are getting brighter.

Tropic corridor, tropic pleasure, what god has this brought to this mild equator.?

We need something to get us through, yeah come on!!!

Calling on the dogs.

Unfortunately, there are still a few animals, left out in the yard, and it's getting harder...

to decide. Strangers...

Collage Fromage Homage...

Wow, something I guess I didn't post from way back in the wayyyyy back. Maybe I did. Who da fuck knows?
Another medley of pictures lurking in the void. Uncle Jimbo surfaces again to take control of the nether regions using only his nether regions. Ronbone and Bobo can only watch in eager titillation.
"And anticipation..."
Of what is to come when the transformation and the coronation are complete!!! The mark of JIMBO will be upon us all by then.
"Let the Baptism of Jism begin!!!"
Yet there is another who could stop this. Would he not come forth and claim his more rightful and benevolent place among the heavens? He is of the blood of Bobo, turtlekin, and yet to be revealed in this storyline.
But soon the gears will begin to turn, setting off the mechanism for which will bring in a new era, one of wonderful tragedy and gleeful melancholy. The sound of the bones of the unworthy crunching underfoot will be sweet music to behold. A darkness will fall as to dampen even the most abundantly fueled flame.
"The Battle of Brothers has begun!!!"

Feed, You Must...

 Hi, everyone and no one...
Checking in. Let's see: the world is a giant shit sandwich and I continue to nom nom on them on a daily basis. Uhhhhh, tired alot lately. Irritable. Moody. Whiny bitch.
Anyhoo, on episode 16 or 17 of Scrubs. Probably won't get any more done since today I'm just not feeling it. Dying to see the new episode of Walking Dead...

Mmmmmmm, flesh. I'm sick of people always saying/thinking that zombies crave brains in particular. It's all about the flesh and bone...
Admittedly, I could live with a zombie apocalypse. As long as I could get to my loved ones first, and spirit them away to somewhere safer. My luck I'd get bit right out of the gate. Or not...
As far as shooting them, no problemo. I could give a flying fuck if I knew them before. Family would suck, though. Not sure how I'd fare. Personally, I'd want to come back and wander the planet if I screw the pooch and get turned. I mean... why not?!?
I've told my kid that if I died, unless I'm going to be a danger to her, then just let me somewhat live.
It'd be cool to see how far I got. Would I just stick to the old haunts, or would I/could I end up in a totally different part of the world?
Questions and queries and yodas and shit...
You know, I used to write poetry. That's like saying, "Did you know I used to be gay?"
Ha!
Most of it was drivel. I tend to speaketh in ten dollar words, or just end up berating GAWD for my own failings. These days, I can't even finish a sentence before I go back and erase it from my memory banks forever. I wonder how much of his own poetry Jim Morrison recorded vocally. The rest of the gang should do another album of that schnizz.
The bomb diggity, it was...

You're Probably Wondering Why I'm Here...

 And so am I, so am I.
Listening to Frank Zappa interviews from over the years, mainly extremely long ones where he really lets loose. Too bad most of the interviewers had no clue who they were even dealing with. Stupid questions for a man above most of what got flung his direction. ..
Were I given the chance to interview him, I'd need some time to not only compose myself, but not foolishly squander our time together. I wonder how he'd get along with today's Johnny Rotten, or for the old one for that matter.
Either way, he'd have been an awesome President methinketh...

Gotta respect the guy, though I personally love the shit out of him myself. Rare bird, a true genius.
We haven't had anyone of his caliber for a few decades. Nowadays, people worship a goofy twat like Lady Gaga with her meat dress, or whatever the fuck it twere...
Weehaw, Obama versus Romney in a battle of epic flippity flop floop. Who cares, though I know who I'm voting for personally...
Anyhoo, gettin' the schwoop schwoop on right now.
Ok, just came back from watching a little of the debate. I wish Frank was there to mop the floor with whoever, even easily both at the same time. So now back to your regular programming of cheese and whine.
The well is now officially dry.

Scrub-A-Dub-Dub-Step...

 Deep in thought? Fashionably pensive?
Nahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Deciding between sliders and somewhere that has tacos on their all you can eat buffet?
Perhaps, but not really. More likely, I'm not thinking at all. Or trying not to...

I will preface my next insightful comments by saying this picture of Frank was taken without his permission. Can't a dirty freak take a shit in peace? So anyhoo...
What I'm trying to say is that no matter how hard I might try to look like the first picture of Mr. Thinker, I end up looking like crap taking crap.
Of course, I'm not saying Frank is crap. You know what I'm saying...
I want an island, or somewhere deep in Montana, where I can raise me a crop o' dental floss.
I will only communicate with the masses via Skype, or whatever tickles my fantasy.
Until I am no longer at odds with the rest of the world...
Then would I return to claim my throne.
The Prince of Lies...
King of Nothing...
Fool.

I often wonder if I am just that. Then delusions of grandeur kick in. That's what they feel like after awhile, but are they?
I find it hard to believe it is ME all the time.

I saw Total Recall this weekend. It was surprisingly good, just minus the awesome cheese of Arnold Schwartzenblahblah. Also surprising is that I'd recommend it, very actiony...
Also saw The Possession, which sucked balls. If you suck balls metaphorically, then this is for you.

Other than that, just hanging in there. Fighting the demons in my head; sometimes winning, sometimes not so much. All you can do is keep punching. Right now, for some reason, everything I type just isn't working for me. You ever get that feeling? Just...
Nothing. Nothing to share, nothing of worth anyway.
Writer's block!!!
Wish it was contagious, and I had a sweet DeLorean that time traveled, I'd go back in time and give Stephen King a deadly dose of it.
Sorry, I'm rereading It. I find myself skimming the silly drivel he lays on pretty thick. I bet he was a complete doof. Nobody probably liked him, and he probably talked to himself, wishing bad things on them. Maybe Carrie is a wishful autobiography, and he'd love to be the Prom Queen, or was it homecoming? I don't remember...
I'm just saying he's not even 1% of all the praise heaped on him. He just wrote alot of dirty words, threw in some wishful sex, and BOOM...
Young teens hanging on his every word. Genius, I'll admit, but in the end kind of dumbs down a few generations in the process. Clive Barker blows him away. I love Cabal.
Anyway, enough rambling. I'm watching Scrubs with my kid and we are on episode 14 of season 1, a very long way to go. I will keep up the tally as I post later. We might even eventually get all the way through them.
It's an ok show, I'm not enthralled by it, but it's decently watchable so far...

RAWR...

Howdy folks...
Saw Resident Evil movie, can't remember the complete title, just that it's the fifth piece of shit so far.
The last one actually had some redeeming qualities, but this one is more than a slap in the face. It has disemboweled RE, bled it dry, buried it, dug it back up and pissed on it, then buried it upside down...
The only way you could see it was in 3D, which is total bullshit, but a good way to get serious bucks before word gets out how shitty it actually is/was.
Please reboot with a new director/writer/no Mila Jahovah's Whatever-the-fuck-it-is. Give it to someone who truly loves this enough to be able to balance being true to the material without cheesing it out. When I saw their Leon, I was immediately repulsed. Flabbergasted. Livid. Fucking pissed.
I still play RE4 on a regular basis, and would play RE2 if I could find the disc. Leon is the king.
PLEASE REBOOT NOW.
I would be completely happy with an animated film in 3D. Do it up like RE4's creepy look.
Give it to Romero, but make him stick to the source material and not try to put some "message" in there.
I'd love to see it all done properly. But then again, I'd love someone to redo Battlefield Earth the way it should be: as a trilogy, with oodles of moolah to pour into it. Love that book. Too bad that Scientology is a bunch of hokey crap.
Not much is going on. Work, sleep. Wishing the zombie apocalypse would hurry up and pop. One more month until Walking Dead. Andale.
Anyway, nothing clever to say today. Going to watch Scrubs and make a sandwich.
That is all.

Looking a Gift Horse in the Mouth...

 A new computer...
A gift?
I wish, but no. Unfortunately, I had to get this for a short time from some crap rental place. It'll go back when I can afford a sweeet new desktop. Might be awhile, but it will be mein...
Oh yes, it will be mein.

Instead, the gift will be this post to you. The best part is no one can return it, you can only move on after seeing it. So I guess it could be a gift or a curse.
Question: Is it better to laugh whilst dying, or to live whilst crying?
I went to a meeting today and heard the first part and added the last. I haven't been drinking, but I still go from time to time for a little meditation time. It's an hour away from the everyday bullshit that's all for me.
Anyhoo...
Hey, where'd that horse go to...?
By the way, MU played hard against Georgia today in their SEC opener in foofoo ball. They played three great quarters, then gave up in the fourth. I'm crushed.

May the GAWDS Smile Upon Thee...

So I'm driving to pick my daughter up from school today and...
I'm waiting to make a left turn behind some moron who is too busy texting to see the green arrow. The guy opposite us wants to make a right but said moron finally decides to go. The right turn guy wants to butt in front of me, but I glare at him as I make my turn first. I've also got the dance mix to Out of Touch by Hall and Oates blaring, which they start doing a crazy dance to behind me, swerving all over the road as they continue to frug away...
I give them the finger. Now I make a right turn with them behind me, but when I do I make sure they can't immediately pass me and give me the finger. Now we are in a two lane thangie which merges into one down the road further down the road. I decide to continue not letting them pass me and deny their retaliatory naughty finger...
I'm doing 45 now in a 35 leading up to the merge. They are closing fast, but they aren't going to pull it off before the merge. And that's when I see the po po...
I'm figuring the jig is up, and I'm busted. But at the last second, the two inbreds behind me whip around me well after it's turned into a one lane dealie. They obviously did not see the fuzz, and instead of tagging me, he goes around me and immediately pulls them over...
I wave to them as I pass by, with windows open so's they can hear my guffaws of glee.
Thank you, kharma.

HA!!!

I was going through my old unposted drafts and found this.
WTF am I looking at?!?
Probably my overblown ego rising into the stratosphere...

WHAT A MAROON.

Sombrero and all...

bLOOER tHAN A sMURF'S tAINT...

 I guess I screwed the pooch, as far as posting bunches for August. I was also off last week for a week long recovery after my 40th birthday. Yay for me, right?
Sometimes I think I'm insane, sometimes methinks you are all guilty as charged instead. Sometimes I'm totally ready to shirk the comforting arm melancholia drapes round my neck, much like ye olde ever tightening noose, yet other times I'm readily spotted wallowing in that very same mire...
Doing the backstroke, and stroking my own seemingly chaotic selfdom...

I feel aimless, foolishly waiting on another random calamity, a... a...
Ehhhh, who do I think am fooling, anyway?
I wish I could pour everything inside me onto a canvas, so as to display myself as a portrait for you to peruse.
Artistically visceral...
To hone in on the principle...
Pistols at dawn...
'til the night sky is gone.

I give up. Go see Hit and Run, if you haven't. Dax and Kristen Bell are like some fairy tale love story that definitely translates into perfect onscreen chemistry. Too bad real life isn't like that. Instead it is full of dark fantasy that eats away at your soul, bit by decomposing bit...
Lolz.
How can you make yourself once again love the magic trick, even after you've seen how it is truly done and no longer amazing?
Is there CPR for the soul, or do I need those little heart paddle thingies George Clooney used to use?
This world is a sea of unfairness. The question is...
Am I a shark, or a guppy?
I look at people, and I wonder if they live in constant internal turmoil as I do.
I'm not like this all the time, by the way. It just seems like I only post/vent here when I am.
I need to start posting vlogs on here, so I can ramble easier.
Gotta lose about... ten more... pounds first. Trying to get svelte up in this bitch.
RECANIZE.

Who Dat?

 So, after all, there was not one kind of Strife alone, but all over the earth there are two. As for the one, a man would praise her when he came to understand her; but the other is blameworthy: and they are wholly different in nature.

For one fosters evil war and battle, being cruel: her no man loves; but perforce, through the will of the deathless gods, men pay harsh Strife her honour due.

Cold. Unforgiving. A perfect name for the dwarf planet that knocked Pluto from its full planetary status. Sometimes nearer, sometimes three times farther away than Pluto. Elliptical. Barren and fruitless in the end.
But still...
A tiny sparkle in our telescopes. A light at the end of the tunnel, or a wasteful expedition towards an unobtainable goal?
A one way ticket to the pipe dream of your choice more likely...
But then again, possibly...
An otherworldly peak to unfurl flags to, to stake claim and lay law upon...
And conquer, for no reason other than just that: to conquer.
To trample and maim, to darken the doorstep of...
To further corrupt the orbit of its chaotic nature...
And hasten its fatal collision with Pluto.
Seemingly on a whim, no less. But, alas, with purpose all the same.
Fervor gives way to gnashed teeth, perspiration lubricates the rusty gears to motion...
But for what?
Vaporization and existence revoked.
Better than never having been, but less than having fully blossomed into final blissful splendor.
Resentful, but beholden to the toehold that was almost achieved...
Yet is nothing but a scratch upon the illuminated countenance of a victorious maiden enamored with the lifeblood of the many corpses strewn upon the battlefield of our short time together.

The bereavement is fleeting, and the throb is dulled to a pulsing chill that drains into unnoticeable fade to black.
It was all a dream of things that never happened, things we repelled ourselves from, insulated.
A spark indeed...
A Morrison-esque ode to the spark that ignited the flame that consumed us in whole.
An ode to the strife of us that dare only to dare without the flint to ignite without an outside flint...
The daftest of the daft...
The kingliest of the fallen fool...
Your salvation, too.
An almost...
A should've been.
A casualty of wars that were beyond the grasp of what was intended, and what was hoped for.
A resurrection of a thing long thought to be dead, he was.
A light switch that was turned back on against its will, yet with total permission.
Go crazy...
Go insane...
Vault the hurdles of your inquisitively, but sheltered nature, yet succumb...
To the deep southern drawl of my...

My...
My...
My...
It is almost as if a woman wants to stifle the things a man stands for. A lucky man is the one that meets his match: a woman that speaks her mizzind...