Fish Stick Sammich...

Amazing what you can McGuyver at 12:30 am when it's getting near time to do some serious shopping, meaning the fridge was near bare. I also threw some hash browns in the oven next to it, with a dollop of oil on it to crispify it further. Sadly, fish stick sammich is no longer with us.
"He was so young when we met..."

Yet he knew too much, he'd seen things he shouldn't have seen. I'd spied him hanging out at the back of the freezer with the tater tots. And we damn well know they can't be trusted!!!

Wow, I almost spelled tater wrong. I have actually been in front of this computer since about 9 am this morning, with only breaks to grab stuff to eat and bring it back here for consumption.

Mastication.

I've been back here watching videos all day, chatting with my sister, stick fighting with Petey, and chain smoking like a madman. This can mean only one thing:

It's BINGE WEEKEND!!!

I will be hitting the gym extra hard starting next week. I'm sure the next Toughman competetion is just right around the corner, and I wanna be ready...

If I could just get enough people to sponsor my entry fee, I'd be set. Surely there is someone out there in the world that would like to see me get knocked out.

But I'll get a few licks in before I'm through.

I always do, just ask the sammich...

MONKEEing Around, Indeed...

A surprise Friday night blog!!!
"How unheard of!!!"
Indeed...
So the before pic is me back in 2002, and the now pic is of last Friday, my how we change sometimes...
I shaved immediately after taking that picture by the way. I just thought it'd be funny. But you can see the differences healthier living can make in your life.

I also bought South Park season 10 box set for my birthday. I am now all caught up once again, until season 11 comes out. I am getting ready to turn in a little early tonight so I can lay in bed and watch it. Nothing much else is going on. No movie seen tonight, no big gala events to showcase, nothing but me, my good friend Herb, and the soft hum of my pc.
"He is but a simple man..."
Indeed.
I'm ready for football season. This is like the calm before the storm for me.
Heyyyyy, I can upload videos?
Hmmmm.......
Weird shit coming soon, I promise!!!
I'm still working out the kinks in my brain right now. I'm almost impervious to any and all mental intrusions again...

Birthday Cake/ Batter Up!!!

Well, here we go again...
"Another birthday started off with a bang eh?"
Does it ever not?
My wife wants to throw me a party, yeah right. The only problem is I don't like any of the motherfuckers she wants to invite, her cousins and family that do nothing but drink and act like fucking fools. This is a party for her and her asshole friends and family, not me.
The thing is, I was kinda hoping to not spend the rest of my weekend in jail for beating the shit out of someone, anyone, who gets on my nerves, or in my way.
Or fucking tries to hug me, tell me they love me, and expect me to relate to their drunken shenanigans...
She's not here right now, and we just got done arguing earlier over the whole thing. So she ain't answering the phone either, and was trying to threaten me with leaving me.
Big fucking deal.
I'm a little bit tired of the whole "trying to relive the past/ fighting off the aging process" thing anyway. I told her to feel free to get the fuck out whenever she feels like it. She wants to sit around with her extended family and get all stoopid and weepy over anything and everything. And I'm sure some of them will be inebriated enough to get into a scuffle or two. They always do...
I'm just not interested in seeing people from my unhappy drinking days, or reliving them, or watching her relive them.
I work out and eat right for a reason: I'm trying to have a healthy inside and outside. She doesn't wanna do this. She wants to continue to spiral downwards into obesity, insanity, and idiocy. I know I sound harsh in my critique, but geez people, I'm tired of this, and I do so believe my kids are too. Besides, this marriage has been dead for years. I shoulda buried that shit a long time ago.
"When is enough enough?"
Now, possibly...

It's time I finally had my cake and be able to eat it too. I haven't been happy in too long, and have neglected myself forever. It's high time I gave myself the ultimate birthday present.

FREEEEEEEDOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!

Now imagine me yelling that to the world, Braveheart style. This is how I feel constantly. So my birthday is just swell right now, but I did just get done cooking breakfast for the kids, sans wife. I guess this shouldn't/wouldn't be much of a jump in situation to be alone, I would just like to make sure I get custody of my daughter, since she would probably be spending all her time drunk on the weekends and at the casino during the week like she does now. I would also take the two stepchildren whenever they wanted to come, as I raised one since he was 3 and is now 15. It isn't fair for them, but I do believe change is in order.

Now do you understand why I haven't been posting up much? I feel nothing but hate, and am bitter at life for constantly taking my cake and grinding it into my face. There are things that I am happy about, so don't despair for me folk, and things will eventually be looking up soon methinks. I will just have to get my finances in order, and hope she doesn't try to take me to the cleaners later. I want my daughter for all the right reasons, she will want her for monetary gains. I don't want her to not see her or anything, but I'm not letting her have custody later so she can leave my kid with someone else while she runs off to the casino and shit like that, like her sister does.

Why don't people come with a psychic evaluation before they can enter the dating environment? I feel like I've wasted 12 years tomorrow, when I coulda been doing something so much more worthwhile. I wouldn't trade my kid for anything in the world though, and would gladly endure it all again, as I love her with everything I've got. I just wish I didn't have to possibly have to change her life drastically just as school is starting. I will get through this, and will come out on top in the end, I promise you this.

"Who the hell says you're worth your weight in gold, when gold is..."

Good enough for me!!!

I'll be having my cake Monday and Tuesday, if all goes right. I will go into greater detail when I get back, but will divulge this much to ye now. The Bodies Exhibit is in Branson, and I wanna see it. I will also probably take my father out for breakfast, and possibly surprise my mom by going to her work and taking her out to lunch. I've neglected the things that are important to me long enough. It's time I started showing the people that I care about that I love them too. Now is when it starts. From now on I plan on knocking 'em outta the park!!!

BATTER UP!!!

Delusions, Delusions...

So yeah....
"We ain't been around in awhile..."
Did anyone even notice?
I've been off in my own little world, making videos here and there for apparently no one's viewing pleasure, but I do what I must. I wanna go see Rescue Dawn later hopefully. I love Christian Bale's movies and know it's gonna be good...
The other night for a video I ate 4 Big Macs, although I had planned on 5. I barely got through 4, then gave up. I started sneezing uncontrollably and got some kind of pinched nerve in my neck that turned into a pounding headache afterwards. Strange...
I plan on doing some kind of thing on Journey frontman Steve Perry soon, so look out for that. I just love people who refer to themselves in third person, even after fame has long since refused to darken their doorsteps any longer...
I bet I'd be delusional were I famous. But at least I wouldn't suck as bad...
"Yeah, we'd be too bizarre to be forgotten..."
Troo dat.

Chuck and Larry: The Poop on this Scoop!!!

Went to see,
Chuck and Larry.
Twas the sheez,
Lacked of cheese,
Yesterday,
I give it an A.
Loved it, everbody was fab-tac-ulous. Nick Swardson is the bomb as the raving gay butterfly, and overall I just had a good time watching it. Can't really remember all the details but damn, Jessica Biel is fine. Sandler looked like he was in pretty good shape too, must be working out something fierce. He actually looked in better shape than Dante. So anyway...
I think I have a bad case of something because my stomach is doing somersaults in my gut area, and I'm either shitting or letting out huge farts that seem to never end. I'm sure you care to hear this, but I'm starting to wonder if it isn't something a little more serious than your average, run of the mill stomach virus. I hope its not some kind of eColi problem, because it ain't seeming to go away, and it's been three days. And my tummy really fucking hurts!!!
Sorry to use such strong language but now you see how desperate the situation is becoming. I'm also kinda dizzy at times, and anytime I eat, I'm subjected to the pains it causes until it finishes it's journey from my mouth to the bowl...
I'm also an idiot: I just got done eating some pickled jalapeno that was humongous and extremely spicy...
What else is new with me? Ummm, I was making videos, but am now stumped, and often critical in thinking back to earlier ones. Like I'm just wasting my time here.
I'm also working like a dog. I was supposed to work today but they cancelled due to some internal problem they were having. Too bad, because I need the money, and am trying to put some back on the side, so I can do some stuff.
I passed the class I was taking, by the way, I knew I did. But a few people didn't pass that I thought would, apparently more than a few failed it. Guess that makes me a freaking genius since I didn't study at all, or tab any pages, or highlight a bunch of crap needlessly, and ate while they were teaching, and showed up late a few times...
HA!!!
Go see the movie, you won't be disappointed. I will be here laying on the floor, writhing in agony, clutching my stomach. And looking up at the gods pleadingly...
What's next, more kidney stones?!?!?!?!?!?

Flesh Graveh McJones...

Well, not much has happened, at least that I can speak of here on this blog. There is another, but good luck finding it, it is nothing like this one. But it definitely delves much deeper...
"Onward to the next subject..."

This is Jeremiah. I met him through my wife's friend at work who was a nurse there. He is her son, but he is in a coma right now and not expected to live. It is a very sad tale, and I could've played a hand in making it an alternate reality instead. But these are just private musings on something I have no power over to alter in any way...
Everytime I saw him he was either on the upswing, or down of it. Never in between. I really did like him, but he was doing too much KOOKOO juice to be around without thinking he was gonna end up having police involved somehow. He was a fragile soul and when he'd have his shit together, he was nothing like that picture.
THAT IS WHAT DRUGS DO TO YOU, PEOPLE.
For some reason or another, he was getting a prescription for methodone, possibly for a neck or back injury in the past. I used to buy my weed from him, and occasionally counseled him on things he was bothered by, and what to do to change these things. He was often very depressed and enslaved by the medication fed to him by people who did not care what they were doing.
I started AA and he was intrigued at my own personal transformation, although more physical than mental.
"But that is something entirely disputable somewhere else more appropriate..."
Yes, keep to the subject...
As I've never felt comfortable sponsoring anyone, since I'm not perfectly mentally balanced by any means, I had often given him advice, and offered to take him to some meetings. He never went, but I heard he had been thinking about hooking up with me after he got out of jail this time. And that makes me sad that he didn't. It is a shame, and he has two small children who will probably grow up without a father, barring a miracle as he is on some kind of assisted breathing device now.
I had thought about him too, recently, and wondered if he'd straightened his shit out. Someone said they had gotten a divorce, he and Amanda, his wife.
So in summation, I will say he was an oddball to be sure, but if you knew how to handle him, he was actually an alright guy. Soon, although I hope and pray not, he will be returning to the earth. Another man's mental anguish will subside, to replaced by another.
"And another. And another..."
Et cetera...
With the exception of marijuana (as it is not a "drug"), I believe true drugs, including carelessly prescribed ones, have nothing in store for you but alot of bad times and eventually an early grave. I have no answers to any of life's questions and no cure all soul fixers, I am just a wayward onlooker, held captive by the travesties surrounding me.
Those fucking earthly clamors. They drown out my peaceful harmonious existence. Bad enough that I am a slave to the flesh...

Just a quick hi, since it is very early in the morning and I haven't went to bed yet. I stayed up doing some work on ye olde blog site here...
"We likeses it, don't we?"
A reflection of its creator.
I am a simple man, and ask for very little, except possibly your undying loyalty, and whatever bits of chocolate you may have upon your person. I am also easy to please, this meaning I'd really love to hear some feedback from y'all heeyah...
"We likeses it, don't we?"
Even from the haters.
Most of the blogs I find here on blogger are either gay political wannabe's who worship Michael Moore work like it's the Bible, or they are just plain too gosh darn boring to bother with. I will admit that I came here after reading the complete blog of Kevin Underwood, the Oklahoma Blogging Kid Cannibal, which ended up being kinda pathetically lame in itself.
If I still had all my Masters of the Universe action figures today, I would dedicate a blog and many score of video to their mighty escapades. I saw the Transformers Movie this weekend so that's what brought this crazy, half moon babbling about. I never was a big fan of cars, or ones that turned into anything else. The movie was ok, but a little dizzifying in its effects and fast paced, wild angled shots.
Muthafucka gave me Taco Neck before all was said and done. I give it a C+, would've been more if they wouldn't have spent so much time trying to get the Even Stevens kid laid, and got down to some asskicknicityness!!!
John Turturro was pretty sweet as a weirdo FBI agent eerily reminiscent of Jeffrey Combs character from The Frighteners.
So back to Masters of the Universe. I hear they are actually planning a new movie, and I sure hope to hell it is an adult version, because I wanna see some serious shit go down. When they did the original, Dolph Lundgren did all he could, but special effects were just completely unable to capture what I like to call WTF, for the sake of movie magic. And adding some balls to make it rule. Also, their best bet to direct and possibly write this is someone who played with those badass toys well up into their early adult life...
"ahem..."
Cough, cough.
Yeah, me. Well at least someone my age, because I was their target consumer when they started, and bought every little thing they put out with my hard earned lawn mowing money. He Man was the coolest, and he didn't even have THE STACHE.
He didn't need it. But he had one deep inside though...
We all got a little in us when the need calls.
"Well..."
Andy Dick?
Ok, well maybe not Andy Dick.
Damn, it's near 7am...

Fuzzless Bacon and the Sacrificial Lamb...

Wow hey, look at the Stingmeister go!!! That's alot of air for someone to jam to, ya know? I will treasure this night for the rest of my life...
"A dream dance, a shared romance..."
SYNCHRONICITY!!!
(They opened with it!!!)
I can't believe I found pics and video of it the next freakin' day!!!

I started out from home, going to pick up my rental car. It was supposed to be a Stratus again, but dammit, I ended up with an Avenger or something like that. So I drive to my friend's in Springfield to get a toke up or two, then head out to I-44. I got a call from Jay saying he was just a little farther down the road than me. I never caught him, as he was speeding, and I didn't wanna get pulled over, and possibly detained...
When I get there, the exit before mine claims that it's the exit I'm searching for. But I pass it on by. Already the sick feeling in my tummy is beginning, with good reason as I can see my exit is thoroughly backed up. It is closed when I get there, and I'm detoured into a part of town where I am painfully aware that I am now a minority...
"A hated one at that!!!"
Damn you, Mapquest!!!

I found my way in, and marveled at the awe that is Scottrade Center. It is huge, and there's a bar or two in there, among other things. Apparently the St. Louis Blues play there...
I also stopped at a few tee shirt stands, and got this one:

So I enjoyed the show, shared a few email addys with a few new friends, and headed back home, where I got terribly lost, and somehow found my way farther down the road on I-44 luckily. I hauled ass when I could, as the other Police were out in full force, snagging speeders and swervers left and right.

"My bunghole was puckered a time or two."

I hung out with my Buddeh Keithy until it was well into daylight hours, then took my dad to breakfast. Then I headed on home to finish out the rest of my week's vacation.

And toketh some more...

It has been a tough week of vacation. I hit a kid last week on a bicycle with my car and finished off a difficult class for work, among many other stressful things. I will go into these a little more in detail later, I just wanted to get this out there, before it fades from my memory.

Especially the accident with the kid. It was quite nerve wracking, and I am still unable to find out his condition, Hell I just hope he wasn't hurt too bad, if at all...

What a Police Themed vacation!!! Both kinds. The ones that make you squeal with glee, and the ones that just make you squeal.

And I don't ever wanna hit another kid, I almost didn't even go to the concert because of it. I felt really bad for awhile, the whole damned weekend, because some kid decided to dart across the street right in front of me. He's lucky I didn't kill him.

"Hell, you're lucky it wasn't your fault!!!"

That I am, that I am...

Still, if that little turd wouldn't have done what he did, I wouldn't nearly have had a coronary while I was surrounded by the fuzz.

Now when I even see a kid, I get all nervous-like and paranoid another will come flying out of nowhere. I'm pretty sure you are only allowed one hit kid in your lifetime. After that, they start with the whole pattern thing. What if you're like me though?

"Really fucking unlucky at times..."

Check out my videos I added to the right side of the blog, they are kickass, and you get to see just what the Graveh does in his spare time...

Besides toke, and pummel kids with his car!

Don't Thand Tho Clothed to Me!!!

I had planned an in depth look into the life and times of the Idol one, but since I'm pressed for time, I will just say my goodbyes, and head my way on out the door, merrily humming the melody to De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da. I will be seeing them later tonight in St Louis, and I can't wait. They didn't have the right car at the rental place, so I will be driving an Avenger instead of a Stratus. They claim they aren't made anymore. Too bad, I loved the shit outta them!!!

Tho, here we go then, I'm off to thee the withard!!!

Thankth guyth, I'll thee ya later...

More to come on this, when I return, hopefully with some kickass pictures to share. No horror stories tho...

Please!!!

CuSACKery in Room 1408...

I saw 1408 Friday night, and it was pretty good, I give it a B+. Lots of scary stuff flying at you most of the way through it. Could have been better if they hadn't flubbed the ending. Were they both stuck in the room at the end? The room apparently had the power to warp time as well as space, so if so, something like that would be entirely possible. My daughter doesn't seem to agree with me on this one...
Samuel L. Jackson was the Hotel manager, trying to talk the overcurious writer from staying in the room, even for but one hour...
I kept waiting for him to lose his temper and say, "Who put these muthfuckin' evil spirits in this muthafuckin' hotel room?!?!?!"
They also could have expounded more upon the denizens past of the room, since they went into more detail on people who we never saw in spirit form, and others that were never explained. It could've been better planned, and would've made it an instant classic...

I woke up without internet today, and called SBC to see what up. They connected me to some douchebag in India, who eventually passed me on to someone stateside who couldn't help me either. I made a video, which will be to your right in links, and is called Lay Lady Lay. I think I did a pretty good job on it. I just wish I'd had more time, before the net came back on. Hope the guy from SBC who comes on Monday isn't guilty of netsackery!!!
I'll show him all about that sort of thing, using his nutsack. And two bricks. And some earplugs...
Go see 1408, it's worth it for the scares and chilling creepiness. I will sit here and pray my net stays on...
Also, watch my video, and comment. Rate it too, I hate when people don't rate videos. If it sucks, it sucks. Honesty can be brutal. But it's better than delusion!!!

Fantastic Four vs. Starsky and Hutch...

"In a Starsky and Hutch world, the Silver Surfer wouldn't have stood a chance..."
But alas!
Tis not to be, so I will say that I thoroughly enjoyed this one more than the first, which was apparently unmemorable. I saw it was PG rated and realized it would be swarming with kids, but they were pretty well behaved and engrossed in the flick.
Normally a B+ type movie, but the fact that I actually really enjoyed it bumps it up to an A-.
So eat it!!!
I loved the space sequences and fast pace of it all, and them trying to find time to get married on top of it all...
"Am I the only one that sees the irony in the gay cast member marrying the hottest chick on the planet?!?!?"
Go see it people, it was good, except the shameless cameo by Stan Lee being thrown out of the wedding after throwing his name around more than a few times. OK, we get it, you made comics and shit...
Starsky and Hutch would've saved the day in their own special way.
Brute force.
And the planet still might have been destroyed in the process!!! Between the dark fro and the golden mane, that shiny little freak on a boogie board woulda been filled full of hot lead, and a heaping helping of cutting edge police brutality:physically and emotionally...
I am alone tonight people, and feeling kinda low. I haven't been blogging much lately, but have been making a few videos on my youtube page, which you will be able to find to your right.
"He is a complete retard too..."
Hey-y-y-y, I even play the drums on one!!!
Exactly.

Wow, it's almost as if they know you want to have a threesome with them, regardless of your sex, or even your inability to embrace the more sensual side of life. But don't worry...
"They will embrace that side, and several others, including deep on ze inside..."
Ouch!!!
Like a stool pigeon on a rotisserie...

Hostelities in My Nether Regions...

I saw Hostel last night, but was busy doing nothing, so I didn't post it last night. Sue me.
It was ok, I give it a B. The brunette who cuts the guys weener off in the end is pretty sweet too, and kinda petite. Thankfully it wasn't as much tits and ass as the other movie was. Good special effects, I just wish they would have spent more time in the rooms, doing what they do best.
Oh well.
"It was better than Pirates 3..."
So yeah, I've been busy, and I've got two weeks of schooling I have to go to soon. It's gonna be tough to hang around on the net maybe, my brain might swell, and I will need to rest that said weary head...

I read the local sheriff's department's jail roster, with accompanying mug shots, on a daily basis. I was wondering just what the heck is wrong with this lady's face! Has she been arab drifting with it? Is this road rash, roseatia, or the worst frickin' acne I ever did seen?!?!?!
A word to the wise:
"Don't blow homeless guys."
Dood!!!
Forgive them Father...

Spectaculate and Manisculate...

Sorry, my moods have been too dark of late to share with the likes of all ye...
"And he ain't just whistlin' Dixie either!!!"

But I will be back soon, to tell you of movies seen, and Fall Out Boy concerts, and whatever else I've been doing in the meantime...
So you can spectaculate and manisculate all you want on the particulars of my doom and gloom.

You will be none the better for it...

B-Day Shoutout to Mah Pizzle Drippin's!!!

Someone is turning eleven tomorrow. This is almost like advertisement to the ladies. I'm ugly as hell, but I make cute little rugrats. But I digress...
She already had a skate party today, with cake, presents, and friends. Now two of them are here for the night...

I wish I had an outfit like this, and an industrial size jar of Vaseline, so I can be all slimy and slick as I come all jerkily out of the hallway. It's either this or...

"He comes out looking like Ricky Skaggs?!?"

Run for your lives!!!

I'd rather face the Pale Man myself. At least he won't bore you with his bluegrass nasal wheezings. Kidding!!! I know some of you may be a big fan of his. Ok, one of you...

So I don't know what tomorrow brings birthday-wise, but I'm sure it involves me working hard to make it come to fruition.

"While I'm here..."

Yes...

I saw Pirates 3. It was extremely long, and there tweren't any decent swordplay, if any, until the end. The end of a 2 hour and 48 minute snoozefest I tell you!!!

It wasn't bad, but it was far from the first installment, I give it a C+ only due to good special effects. Johnny Depp wasn't even likeable in this, he did nothing throughout to redeem himself. And Orlando pouted and preened like the dandy he is.

"Chick's still pretty hawt..."

Even has a hearbeat!!!

Nothing could save this lump of poo. You wanna talk about near death experiences?!?!?!?!?

I'm counting this as one of my more recent ones...

So happy birthday to my personal favorite person in the whole wide world!!!

I love you sweety, and I know, I know...

I gotta go to the mall and get those Healies before school is out so you can show them off. I'm such a square...

"You're such a good daddy..."

Hey, my parents never bought me those parachute pants I wanted so desperately!!!

Such is life.

Blog B-Day Graveh Love!!!

Woops, I forgot that the 13th was this blog's very first birthday...
"How could you, I mean really!"
Yes, indeed.
Well, I apologize for that folks, but I plan on making this a regular tradition, never announcing the anniversary until I've actually remembered it, which isn't hard for me to do by the way... ramble ramble...
So wherever you are, take a moment out to get down on your knees and thank the lord for TIG OL BITTIES!!!
"Wheee, this is fun!!!"
Would someone please get this goofy bastard off my back...?
It's your monkey...
Damn it, I hate when he's right...

Red Hawt Graveh Love!!!

Yes, Graveh with his trusty guitar. He's all prettied up too...
"He doesn't look so much like a hairy beast anymore."

The OGRE is dead!!!

Alot of hair went down the sink, and I went through two razors getting all the fuzz on the underside of my neck. Then came the hair dye...

So, if you look to the links on the right, there is some Red Hawt Video Graveh Love with your name written all over it. My way of giving back to the world as we know it. Try not to get any on your lapel, if you're careful...

Chizz-Nizzed!!!

I resaw 28 Weeks Later last night, but kept falling asleep, even with the bag of Reese's Pieces and a humongous Cherry Coke. I just couldn't get into it, my mind has been elsewhere of lates. And ever since I saw Pan's Labyrinth, everything else pales in comparison!!! Who won best movie of the year again...?
That is probably one of the best movies I have seen in a dog's age, seriously. A rare A+ in my book: everything you'd want in a movie and a few things you'd never have even imagined. I will own this soon.

Here's my Ms. Garrison tee I got for $5 at Spencer's, what a steal!!! I am also going to dye my hair black again today, the name of the color was blue/black on the box and had an Oriental lady on the box. So I'm guessing it will go good with my Chinese eyes...

I also started a more private, unfindable blog. It is unfindable by the likes of any of you...

Trust me, you wouldn't wanna read it anyway...

...Click... BAM!

I looked up names of a few of my friends, dead or alive, on the net. Every little link that came up took me nowhere near what I wanted. Just alot of things to try to take my mind off of the task at hand, but none working at all, it seemed. It just saddens me that it is so easy to forget all the things in the world that pain us so much just by the click of a mousebutton. I'm afraid it doesn't work that easy for me...

I went to sleep as soon as I got home from work today and woke up around 8:30. Now I am getting ready to go back to sleep, and it's a little after ten now.

I think I zigged when I shoulda zagged...

Or french fryed when I shoulda pizza-ed...

Anybody else out there feeling me?

Russell, this Watermelon in Easterhay is for you buddeh...

P.S. I just got a sweet webcam.

Weiner vs. Winner: It's All the RAGE...

So I guess I better throw out a quick review before someone gets their panties in a bunch.
Har-dee-har-har!!!
"Does anyone even read it anymore...?"
Well, I lost my counter in the blogger move, it seems, but have now installed a new one. I like the new look of this, I even have kickass links to kickass places!!!
So 28 Weeks Later was pretty sweet too, I give it an A-. It did alot better in my mind than Resident Evil 2 did, it built upon without nearly as much cheese involved, including the opening sequence where this guy fucks over his wife to get away from the raging throng of the infected...
OUCH!!!
"Yeah ladies, it makes you wanna rethink how often you're giving up the goods to your old man."
I don't wanna give alot up but you gotta know how it ends by now...
Mainland baby!!!


An acquaintance on a forum did up this likeness of me: Quite fetching indeed!!! I am flattered to the fullest, and I mean that literally...

Here's my reply picture of him getting it on with a homeless man with the false promise that a free meal will follow. The poor bum thinks that hotdog will be all his when it is all said and done...

But NO!!!

"Twas not to be this fortnight..."

You know it's gonna get crushed and torn before the fun even starts. And the only thing he's gonna be swallowin' is a bittersweet load of Uncle Paulie's Miracle Salve.

Patent pending...

To Suck or Not To Suck...?

This better not suck. The trailers have all looked good, even the local critic hated it, so it must be kickass!!! Of course this one will be more polished than the indie runaway hit it sequels that I just happen to own on DVD. The original was great, and the main character, whatshisface, has a budding career now, possibly as a Batman foe.

28 Days Later was fresh, and crisp. It semi helped breathe new life and interest into a dead franchise: The living dead, or flesh eating ghouls. Whichever you prefer. I'm gonna go take a shower now...

This better not suck...

(Back later with a review.)