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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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...