Sack Boon...

Hey guys and gals...
Wow, over two months away from hurr. I didn't really forget, I just felt nothing needed to be added to this tawdry tale at the mo-mo. Anyhoo, I feel great. I have the day off, and the tokeness is on the upswing. I am currently partaking whilst perusing my faves list on the blu ray Youtube thangie.
I have been doing alot of pondering, and alot of...
Mental jumping jacks. I welcome all comers, as well as the goers. Bring that schnizzle.
For rizzle...
I'm hoping the weather is on the upswing as well. It has been cold and gloomy as fuck here since I don't know when. No?
I'm hoping to get that gym membership deal going, and getting my run on again, too. I've even made a promise to give up the cigarettes AND chewing tobacco. I have some tweaks to my all around program this time, and I think they'll be a doozy. I'm tired of my back always hurting, and pretty much my whole arms. I'm not really fat anymore again, I just need to trim off the goo and bulk up the beefy parts.
I do have a very nice frame, I'm thankful for that. I see alot of people out thurr, and I wonder what kind of troll spat them out of its vagina. Even fit, they'd still be creepy as fuck. I know, I'm a douchebag, lol...
I feel nothing but anger.
HULK SMASH!!!
Kidding, I rarely feel anything but the fuzzies of late. Not all the time, I have my moments...
But they are rare. I finally feel like it all has been lifted off of my chest for the most part. I just want to put myself into position for the sweetness of life again.
I immediately pictured a world with man sized ferrets that you can dance with, and skip, and love on each other. Get all snuggly...
Ugh. I've been drinking coffee all day so far, and playing Candy Crush. I need to get up and around, do some thangs. I am dressed, though. I'm not a complete neanderthal.
Back soon...
P.S. Go see Knights of Badassdom. It lives up to its name.

Here We Is...

Hey, world. Check me out!!!
Currently fighting back the creeping cruds, I'm debating whether to watch The Place Beyond The Pines or go with a Conan marathon. Also...
My nose feels thoroughly reamed out due to the Dristan spray/battery acid squirtied up my nostrils.
Yeah, I said squirtied...
We went to Johnny Carino's last night for my son's 22nd birthday, though I was too nauseous to really enjoy my pepperoni burger. I actually threw up about half of it when I got home. I will say I'm proud of him for turning out as good as he has. I don't have to worry about him drinking, or drugging, or needing us to bail him out. He also works dilligently, and all that. We had our stepdad/stepson issues back in the day, but that all seems to be in the past now.
Anyhoo, one more day off from work. I need to see about getting around to getting my prescriptions today. I got a much stronger antibiotic this time around, plus a refill. I never seemed to really get better from the last one in November.
I'd like to change alot of things in my life: patterns, weaknesses, all that. It has been much harder this time around to straighten up. But here we is...
I really wish I had more to say, but that's about it. My head is still filled with goo. I just wish, and feel like, there was more to this existence than just toil, toil, toil.
I would love to have shit tons of money. True, I would hermit up and hide out from the masses, but I'd find a way to do good in the world, without an agenda I might add. But here we is...
Blah blah, that's all it feels like.
Giving my promotion to a couple of chicks with no knowledge of the job?
Still butthurt a bit over that. Must toke. Must kush out...

Crop Dusted by the Football GAWDS...

Now, I'm going to start by saying that if the K.C. Chiefs had won this weekend, they'd be gracing this post with their presence...
Yet, alas...
So sad about that game. I wanted... nay, expected MORE. I watched the game with some douchebags that claimed to be rooting for my beloveds, yet they high fived alot for Indy. WTF, brah?!?
We did lose the game, though. Sad, but true. About every damned play they'd carry another one of our guys off the field, starting with Jamaal Charles on the very first series. I won't blame him leaving screwing us out of the game, because we scored most of our points after he left. Once we lost running back #2, we were fucked. All we had left was McCluster. I like him, but he is just too teeny tiny to be carrying any kind of load. In the end, I will lick my wounds until next season. REmember, this is practically a carbon copy of Indy last year. Maybe NEXT year will hold the ultimate prize for us. Who knows?
Anyhoos...
Watching the Green Bay game now, or I'm blogging whilst I can hear my wife cussing the screen in the other room. Must not be good...
Please, GAWD, do not let Denver or San Diego, or Indy win the fucking Superbowl. Mainly Denver, though.
Fuck those guys, and Manning gets double.
About to finish up BBQing some wingies in the oven after this is done, and watching As I Lay Dying, with James Franco and my main man Danny Motherfucking McBride. Looks serious...
Seriously DA BOMB, yo.
I will say I'm kind of tired of Franco pushing for an Oscar for pretty much playing Riff Raff in that stupid Spring Break movie. I heard, from Riff on FB, he was paid some dough to shut up about it all, and that he'd been asked first to be in it. Guess they just decided to mimic him instead...
OK, guy. My job is done here. Blah blah and yada yada.
End scene.
Closing credits...

Happy New Year, Snapperheads...

Hey there, people. It's a brand new year and all that.
I'm kind of tired, I've had long days at work all week. They've also been a mental challenge, so I'm drained.
I went to some crappity crap earlier, and was miserable there. I just wanted to sleep, not hug smelly strangers...
For some reason I don't really feel very swell right now. I keep trying to get a spark going, but it is futile, I'm just to pooped to stay up and watch movies and stuff all night.
I also have to work Thursday and Friday, so it's not much of a real stay up all night kinda night.
Not really much is going on. I called my dad earlier, all is good there.
Blah blah blah.
Anyway, Happy New-New!!!
May the year give you genital warts, or that HPV virus thangie women get...

Baby Jesus and the Captivated Audience...

Twas the day after Xmas,
And all through the casa,
Not a creature was stirring,
'cept dis lord and massah,
Stockings still hung,
And all of that schizzle,
Smoking some bud,
So what's the big dizzle?!?

Went to Missouri yesterday to hang with my parents. We had fun, ate some pizza, shot some shit. It's so weird when I visit because, although I'm extremely happy to see them, I pretty much either hide or clam up.
Go figure...
Anyhoo, what did I get?
The blu-ray that has all the XMEN movies on it, including the new Wolverine. I also got some nice Walking Dead drinking glasses. I do like it, but I'm really not ever going to do anything with them. If I break them out of the packaging, someone will actually break them. I wonder how much he paid for them, I could've gotten something a bit more play aroundable. Yeah, I know that's not a word, but what are you gonna do?
So, I'm amazingly close to one year without drinking, six days to be exact. Who cares, right?
My week of vacation is almost over, as well. Next week I'll be appearing at George's all said week. Not sure what the plan is for New Year's, but she said she'd like to not drink, which is fine by me. I really don't feel like taking care of anyone, or taxiing motherfuckers from shantytown to shantytown...
Did some online stalking earlier, to no avail. Guess you really don't want to hear from moi. Guess life is great, life is grand. I'm happy for you. Here's to you slipping on a patch of ice and smacking the back of your head, a la Liam Neeson's wife. Kidding, but not, though I feel nothing for you personally anymore. It is more of a hole that itches in my chect cavity from time to time.
Wah wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Followed by a hearty LOL!!!
Why do my hands smell weird?
Oh yeah, I scooped out a few handfuls of dogfood earlier. It wafts faintly reminiscent of breakfast cereal and pee...
Anyway, merry fucking XMAS, world. Keep wasting away, and keep showing me how classy you are by worshipping all the worst thangs possible. And thanks for trying to tie a nigga down. I will win the day. I will win the battle, and the whole damned war.
Someday...
I will beat this game.
I wonder how much sense this whole blog would even mean to anyone who reads it from start to finish. Does it even? Almost eight years...
Wish I still had the other one. It was quite witty, and sad, and pathetically ooey gooey. Every post title was a song, and always relevant to the topic, and my heart. It is dead now, though. My muse escaped her self made prison, though I didn't even know I was charged with holding her captive...

Merry Clitmas...

Lookie durr.
Tis the day befurr XMAS, and I've only tres posts for the month o' Deciembre.
I, of course, am off this week. We saw Anchorman 2 last night. I will only say that I really wanted to like it more than I did. It was very reminiscent of This is 40 in this manner. Knocked up was soooooo much better, and to take away the gang and focus on other schnizz kind of helped my expectations completely ruin any chance of me digging on it.
Anyhoo, it was still about Ron, but they really made Brick annoying, and totally fagged out Champ this go round. The cameos were top notch, but I missed Ben Stiller. Got Jim Carrey, though...
I just think they let Will Ferrell go on too long with his "improv", and sometimes it's just not that good. Maybe they're too afraid to tell him when his schtick blows.
Maybe they're blowing his schtick...
It's a crapshoot, really, on the answer. Guess you better consult your lucky eight ball; shake it up, then shoot it up.
Then suck it up, if'n ya can-can...
I'm sooooo tired, but I have to finish strong hurr. Next week I'm offline at Whore-Gays. I better not have to work New Year's Day, dammit.
Anyways, gotta split. My brain just emptied out, nothing but air again.
Sounded like a socka bawl...

You Can Eat Crackers in My Bed Anytime...

Hey, gang. What's the dilly? How ya been? Dubya tee to the eff? I've been slacking this month, aint I? Yeah...
Anyhoo, waiting on that promotion, hoping I do not get passed by. Probably will, but please don't let me get beat out by anyone else from my plant. I mean, come on. Really...
Such stress, to be followed by loads more if I even get the jerb. Fuckity fuck, and back for seconds, eh?
Either way, it's just another nail in the old proverbial coffin. Blerbity blerb...
Worked in Cassville, Missouri today at a George's plant. A few cuties, one really teeny tiny. But, then again, tiny is as tiny does. So weird to be somewhere new and what not, getting the glances of people I will most likely never cross paths with in the again-gain. Wonder if anyone gave me a second thought, and if it was even worthy of note...
Bleak skies today, affecting my mood along with it. It all crumbles...
It all crumbles.
Now to enjoy Full Metal Jacket with my only beloved of the brood, my blood. Mein...
Wunderkind.
Take it away, Barb!!!

Butt, Butt, in the What...?!?

Aww, hells naw!!!
Looks as though November was a bit on the barren side. Guess I should atone for this travesty.
Today it snowed like the dickens. It actually started yesterday as sleet, cleared up in the late afternoon, then flaked out later in the evening until early this evening. Doused...
Yesterday we were let out of work early, but I was to report to another plant so that one of their own lazy bastards could take off in anticipation of the looming storm. I was resigned to this fuck over, then the rest of the neighboring plants all decided to close, leaving mine as the lone straggler. These people were also told that they wouldn't have to burn any leave. However, if any of us already loaned out couldn't make it in, we'd have to use it in addition to probably getting hassled for having the audacity to not want to die on the way there. Then more of the plant's original inspectors started to call in, making more of my group have to fill in. Then the phone calls come in, and my team is pissed. Rightly so, but what can I do to stop the shit avalanche about bury us? Luckily, they finally caved in and closed down. Not much a guy can do, but it wouldn't happen in the future. Sure, they'll just find a new way to fuck us.
Le sigh...
Anyhoo, my wife is sloshed and wants me to brave the blizznizz. She wants cigarettes, and I wouldn't mind one, so she's lucky this time. I don't wanna get dressed though. Lazy. Cold.
Watching commentary for a movie.
As far as ME is concerned: I guess I feel better about everything again. I still somewhat lack real motivation. but I feel New Year resolution all over this bitch. I just really want to force feed myself a shit ton of protein. I do so hate to eat, not sure why. Just do whatever it takes to regain where I used to be before the fall. Too bad I'm not early 30's anymore. I also realize that there is no point in lamenting, whilst the evil wrongdoers continue to climb to the top. Fuck those chuckleheads, it is time to take my shit back from those who do not deserve the self accolades they poo upon theyselves...
I think a dash of bitterness can definitely serve as a spark to flame the fuck out of the dry tinder of flabby unfabbiness. In the end, I'm sure no one cares in the end, but in the end...
The desired point of it all is not care about such paltry thangs anymore, no?
The name no longer crosses my lips on a daily basis, but there is a soreness. A pang...
For the 'tang?
Not even for that...
What, then?!?
A horizon to gaze upon...
That even though some cool shit might be wayyyyy the fuck off to get to, that at least it was there and attainable. Why does the world want to fence me in? I've laid a few miles of barbed wire and pole in my lifetime, is this my karmic penance for the offending puncture?
I now watch want wither away to be replaced by basic need. Dreams gone, only fitful near wakefulness...
I need that weird chamber Luke was in at the Hoth Base in Empire. Leave me in there, and let me get some serious prune hands...
The name no longer crosses my mind's lips...
The visage is blurred...
More so now just an empty space waiting to be filled, but too tender and raw to take in a new tenant.
Time to go drive in the snow now.
Wish me luck!!!

Gotta Crawl Before You Walk, Al...

Guess who's sick at home, languishing/anguishing on the couch?
Oui, moi!!!
Ha, took two years of French, and not a damn thang took. So now I'm just chilling here, watching all the daily crapcrud on TV.
Dr. Phil, wow. Some douchebag was on there, the one who won Survivor: China. Wah wahhhhhhhhh, I won a bunch of money and now my life is overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
I hate people so much. The guy sure did dive headfirst into drinking. Three liters a day? I find that hard to believe from a pipsqueak like him. I didn't watch the whole show, but I'm guessing it's all because he's gay.
Big fucking deal, dood. Get over it, it's no longer shunned in our society.
Try putting your big pants on, perhaps.
Can you imagine what someone who isn't a tool could do with the money?
Anyhoo, enough of that. I tire if it all.
Also, did some online stalking today, or tried to.
You win for today, though...
It is funny how far someone will go to hide themselves. I guess I should feel honored, or special, or...
Firmly rebuked?
Nahhhhhhh, I'm good.
The question in the final round of Family Feud was: How many times have you had your heart broken?
Lol, for shits and giggles I would've said, "Every time, Al. Every... damned... motherlovin'... time."
Then I'd wait for the "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww"s to rain down on a brutha...
Ugh, at some point I need to go pay the gas bill. It is sooooo cold outside.
Also, my Chiefs were completely robbed by that other asshole team that shall not be named. Those referees...
No longer unbeaten, but far from over. I knew we'd lose it, but beat them again in a few at home. How about those Detroit Lions, though? The Packers better get their guy back before it's too late.
K.C. / Seattle Superbowl, I'm calling it...

Swoopity Doop...

Ahhhh, to be a superhero: flying, swooping, making those killer landings...
Ugh, I'm feeling a bit sick today. My sinuses are gushing, and my throat is all super scratchy. I'm sitting at home whist the others are all at some crap birthday party. Blerrrggggghhhh.
16 days into No Shave November, and I'm already done with this stupid face hair. It may not last the night, but we'll see. I will take a nice picture if I make it until then. Who knows, it may get better and I may keep it.
Anyhoo, sleep.
Well, after I pick a kid up from work.
Peace out, niggs.

Don't Let Your Son Go Down On Me...

Cheeky bugger, I is.
Busy week. I'm currently halfway through the month without but a lone post under my belt for the month of November. It's been hard to find time to mentally jizz all over blogger, let alone sans the watchful eyes of the prying, ravenous masses...
Hungering for my attention at the celebrations. Or, maybe, they just need a ride to and fro.
Gotta move on...
So, lets.
I worked at another plant today, on the floor. Easy day, perfect companion to a Thursday I spent watching others do all the work whilst I entertained other notions, and petted a few fuzzy, furry bunnies.
I'm really getting the hang of shmoozing the boss types to enjoy many of the creature comforts they partake of on a more regular basis than I...
Now, I do not mean I'm shamelessly pandering to their bullshit. I have not, nor will not, ever grovel(ed)...
Somehow that didn't come out right. Anyhoo, I just open my mouth and let the fun times pour out. People seem to like it, so WTF brah?!?
It seems to be setting me up for some semi near future plannings in the bigger scheme workwise, which is fine with me. My plans/hopes/dreams are that I will end up somewhere I rarely have to see another living soul.
There's a big brouhaha at work over a post some idiot coworker posted about my boss, which in turn was relayed to her. She apparently does not like this sort of thang.
So blah blah they end up screaming at each other in the breakroom. I'm hanging out with the two other doods that were working with me this week. It's those darned womenfolk everytizznizz...
I'm just ready to get on with it all, get away, make more money doing wayyyyyy less.
Don't we all...?
I often wonder what the outside person thinks when they read my ramblings. I feel like here, as out there in the big bad wide world, I have too many inside jokes going with myself. Or...
I have too much inner monologue going on that often I think the rest of you are in on it. Not sure if that makes any sense, but there you go. What are you going to do? Don't tell me how to live...
Up next, the new Percy Jackson movie in about 45 minutes. Funjinx.

Pap Slappy...

Howdy, folks. Check out this beautiful specimen, won't you now, hey?
I made this. She's such a cutie pie. She went to take some Senior pictures with her friend's mammy, who took the pictures, a graduation present for my awesome kid. Yay!!!
I can't wait to see the rest of the pictures, but I will await the finished product. I don't want to get all up in the lady's business. I can wait, since I have the real kid to smack around at mein own leisure...
Kidding on the slapdoodle.
So anyway, party up in here apparently. I hope it's winding down because I kind of have a headache anyhoo. Some guy had his kid here, and that little fucker was crazy. He needed to beat that kid's ass good actually. You can love your kid, sure...
But you have to teach him not to act like a freaking crazed monkey on crack cocaine.
That's a whole deal that I don't have the will to type out. Hope the kid chills out.
Tomorrow the Chiefs will hopefully woop some more ass, this time in Buffalo.
I will also watch the new Walking Dead episode. Carol needs to hurry up and hug a zombie.
WTF?!?
Also, Tyreese went ballistic on a horde of zombies around him with only a hammer, and doesn't even get bit?
Hmmmmmmmmmmm...
Ok, lay in the dark time. My head is throbbing.

Vroom Vroooooooom...

 So...
I'm on vacation this week. Yay for me!!!
However, I do seem to be waxing wistfully this morning. I feel like a guy hitching his way into the next heart, so I can ravage, pillage, and then toss it all to the side of the road as I speed off in your sweeet new ride.
That's right, I'm a baller of the worst kind...

 What's that, you say? Having trouble staying awake on your long venture out into the big bad world?
I will keep you on more than just your toes, young ladyfriend. Hell, you may even come out of this with shell shock...
Let alone the heebie jeebies from the kind of shit I shall put you through. Blah blah suck it.

In the end I will flash my Jim Morrison-esque smizzle dizzle, and all will be well once again. Well, once you scrape yourself off the pavement.
Actually, none of this is true. I will graciously receive said ride, muster up enough small talk to not make it all completely awks, and then will slink out when I reach as far as you will let me get.
NO FURTHER TOWARDS MY DESTINATION THAN WHEN WE STARTED.
All that stuff we see in the movies, so fucking silly. Yeah, June Carter nursed old Johnny back to health, and staved off Lucifer's advances...
What a load of malarkey. Everyone in this world is out for themselves. Starter project, my ass. Fixer uppers...
Got something?
Well, you better believe someone wants it, and not just to use/share it with you. They want to take it away, and probably give it to some other douchebag. Fuck you, world.
Ok, so in other news: my beloved CHIEFS are 8-0. They beat the Cleveland Browns, barely, yesterday. I do so hope they can go to, and win, the Superbowl. I need this. I deserve this.
The Missouri Tigers found a way to lose in double overtime this weekend, ending their undefeated run. I saw they slid from #5 to #9. Could've been worse, but at least they're doing wayyyyyyy better than last year.
The St. Louis Cardinals are also tied up in the World Series. Hope they win, they're always the tits in my book.
What else? The Walking Dead is almost halfway through their opening run of 8. Lots of thangs going on, hoping it'll all get clearer soon. Too much drama, not enough smashing. Please tell me it's not going to be like that if it ever comes?
I want to bash and smash my way through, not have to get all feely with a chick that'll probably get wasted before I even get to hit it and make her hate my guts...
Ugh, not in a good mood today, but do I ever post when it's not all gloom and doom?
I just don't care to get to know any of you anymore. You interrupt my shit, and cause me to have to recalibrate my shit.
I want a coma, or maybe even just a blow to the back of the head to put a nigga down once and for all.
I want to be loved and left alone.
I want you to touch me, but only my private naughty jungle of love, then get the fuck out.
I want you to make me a sandwich, but I don't want you to make it the way you make it. I want you to make it with your feet whilst on fire and juggling machetes.
I want you to succeed at failing and fail at succeeding.
I want to know what I want, though I have no fucking clue as to what it might even be...
Is it bigger than a breadbox?
In the end nothing I feel was mentioned in this post. Everything I have attempted to convey, however feebly, has gone awry. It is now officially a bust. Maybe someday I'll be somewhat witty again, occasionally even downright almost funny. But that day is not today. I doubt tomorrow will be much different.
Someone give me money, loads of it.
And a really fast car for the big getaway...

Harrummmphhffff...

Hey diddle diddle, folkie folks.
Just thought I'd touch base with y'alls about some stuff that's been done going on round these here parts.
Actually, I just thought it'd be nice to post happy for once. I've had a nice day today, and thus begins a week away from work, one that will be spent getting the toke on, and maybe hooking the Gamecube up to the bigscreen TV. And not changing clothes for a whole week...
Kidding as I love to shower too much for that kind of shenanigans. Anyhoo...
I need to sse how/where I can score a butt ton of blu-rays to devour all by my lonesome. Commentaries, yay!!!
Wish I had some high quality tranquilizers for the week, though. Maybe some Darvocets like they gave me when I had strep way back when.
Ugh, I should be spending all this free time working out, but hey, at least I'm getting pretty thin. I just need to beef it up again in places and finish burning up the last of the fat. I look damn fine at the mo-mo.
Well dang. I gotst to go fetch mein childling from his work.
Could've been a longer post, but are you gonna do?
Fire me?

Puppets...

 As I begin this posting, I laugh at the fact that So Alive is playing on my youtube faves. Didn't actually plan that is all I'm saying folks...
So we saw You're Next tonight. Wow, I was extremely pleasantly surprised. It wasn't without minor quibbles, but I really liked it. I will only quickly run through them: The blender scene was very out of place. If you're going to get all experimental with the kills, then don't just do the one. The other kills were more brutal, less pizzazz. Also, turn around sometimes, people. Everytime nearly, is all I'm saying...
I'm giving this one a high B+.
Anyhoo, onto different topics. Look at Han, for instance. WTF, brah?!?

Strange day at work, people doing weird shit, blah blah blah. Traffic making me want to exit my car and enter someone in a not very chill way. Even Facebook is getting all awks with me.
Call the exterminator, I've got ants in the pants...
Vacation next week. I want to get superbaked and skeet skeet skeet all over this bliggity blog whilst alone, not wasting all my brain farts in the elsewheres. Maybe I'm just ready to get away from all you people. I'm tired of hearing your breaths, and breathing in your noxious aromas. Do people not smell themselves?
I do so hate literally crossing paths with people. I hold my breath, and you have to do it for a few seconds or so because it always lingers. Salami, like a bad sammich.
I do not smell like this. I use several thangs, not to cover up, but to enhance, yeahhhh.........
Seriously, though. My scent is not to overpower you, to cause the eyes to water, but to bring you in deeper. I want you to chase it, as if to almost salivate.
Unless you're a dood, then my flavor is strictly FUCK OFF...
Change the channel now, please. What's this?
Dr. Phil says, "You need to get control of your life!!!"
Boredom. No Judge Judy?
Wonder what will happen when we die?
Will we be free to wonder in the past, or doomed to see the rotted fruits of our labours strewn about, worm laden and hole ridden? Yuckeh...
A coma?
Fitting that the song that comes on now is a Depeche Mode song.
Nothing.
Fantabulous mix, by the way.
Wish I had more entertaining things to type at you, but this is about as good as it gets. I try to just let it flow, but I think the pipes are clogged up. Cobwebs?
Dementia?
I wonder.

Kai-JU, Mother Brother...

I watched a Russell Simmons thang that was on Netflix last night. The subtitles were on, and I was too lazed/glazed to fix it. It ended up being pretty funny. They let you know when it was time to laugh, along with letting you know just how darn funny twas...
I liked it, but mostly for the impressions. His Chinese is hilarious. Speaking of not which, I'm watching some special features stuff from Pacific Rim. It amazes me that the hot Asian chick speaks so well in the movie, but on these documentaries she is a constant FAIL. Like it matters, I'd be all over that. Who cares if she sounds like Ms. Swan?
Damn, now I wish I'd put a picture of her so it won't seem so cryptic. Anyhoo, boredom, but at least I'm off work on another Friday. Like I said earlier, I'm watching all the crap from Pacific Rimjerb, and getting superbaked doing thusly. So, in about two hours I will get myself to a meeting, and blah blah bippity blah. More coffee, basically...
Kaiju? Are there other movies and thangies out there? I liked the movie immensely, I found myself chuckling evilly from time to time, but mostly rooting for the monsters. I guess I'll have to get read up later on the whole subject. Urrrgghhhhhh, I no longer feel into this post. WTF?!?
I'm all antsy in the pantsy right now. I do realize I could be at work instead, so I'm thankful for that. I just wish I was privy to something, anythang...
All from the comfort of mein own chillastic couch.
Trying to get a motherfucking scholarship up in this bitch.
Coming muy pronto:
Me melting slowly into the sofa as Del Toro commentates his latest masterpiece...
And thinking of some Long John Silver's.

Spark and Wildfires...

On the way home from somewhere, I was pondering...
As I often do.
Some deep relationship with everyone in the universe kind of stuff, as well as on the more personal level.
Deep, twas. but I'm too lazy to hammer that all out now.
Sparks turning into wildfires, and how the cold dampness of harsh reality comes in to snuff the flame before it can...
You know how it all turns out, or is meant to, right?
Anyhoo, boredom and gloom and doom.
Not working today, and a half day yesterday, due to government shutdown. Planning on watching something on blu-ray after I get back from something in a bit, not sure what. I'm currently listening to Bob Saget blurt out some cray cray.
Walking Dead this weekend. Can't wait. This, and the Chiefs making K.C. proud...
Loving my Sundays for awhile. Hell, with the Missouri Tigers doing well, and the St. Louis Cardinals kicking ass, my whole damned weekend is blissful.
See? I'm easily pleased. Get with the picture, folks.
WTF?!?

October-Fist.

Can anyone here in the void guess what music video this is from? The only hint is that it starts with bells.
Wonder if, as I scroll down through my life hopefully many years in the thither, I will even remember what it was exactly myself. I will probably be all like, "Who the fuck are those people, and where is my pudding?!?"
So I will never tell...
Anyhoo, not doing anything tonight. I was planning to go see a movie, but ehhhh.............
Mmmmm, some frozen Reese's Pieces do sound good, though. Me wantses. Must eatses.
We needses...
Kind of hungry now. I had Subway earlier when I got home. Admittedly, it was a foot long, but that was like at 5. It is now 10:30pm, so suck it.
Say cheese, baby.
So I'm waiting to get paid, hopefully the government will get their shit together. WTF?!?
Not sure, but we may be getting a settlement from them anyhoo, so if it is true, then it'd take a bit of the sting out of it. A few thousand or three would be nice, but no need to hold back.
Let it rain, bitches.
Ha, I forgot I was blogging for a bit. Went outside with the dog, smoked a cigarette, all that.
Now I'm all out of steam. I hear music, and stupidity abounding. I would like to snack out on something special, and then conk out. Doesn't look like that's going to happen...

Tub and Rug...

 Wheee, look at all those dark and gloomy skyscrapers. Somebody call David Lee Roth. Anyhoo, I have to work at 6:30 am. Luckily, it'll not be on the line. I just hope they're not expecting anything above and beyond. I likez to read the paper at my leisure, usually 45 minutes to an hour, in the private, secluded bathroom in our office. Maybe let one of those foot long burritos cool after I nuke the hell out of it. Yeah...
Not sure what is on tap this weekend after that's done. I was thinking we might all go see This Is the End one last time before it comes out on blu-ray, which I shall immediately own. Oops, I forgot that Kansas City will not be shown on TV, so I will have to watch mein beloved Chiefs probably at Buffalo Wild Wings.
Phooey!!!

But I'm sure K.C. will be 4-0 after this weekend. The Giants suck donkey balls against the run, among other defects. I just hope it doesn't make us too cocky. I also need Jamaal Charles to have a big day. He's only number ten on the top running backs list, and he should be number one. Love my Chiefs...
So, other than that, not much going on. Living erryday, dying a little erryday. The only constant being:
Erryday I'm hustlin'...
Wish I had more cool shit to say, but the well is dry. Not really feeling it either.
Now you're just making it awks...
Stop looking at me, jerko. I don't wanna puke on mah new rub and tug...

Rainbows in Hell...

 Who-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o...
Could imagine?
That they would freak out...
In Philadelphia-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a!!!
Yes, my beloved Chiefs won Thursday night in Philly, ex home of our current coach, Andy Reid. Before him, it was like 4 out of 5 ex head coaches had lost in their openers to their ex team. I think it was Bill Parcells that had escaped the numbers. Now there is another, and he is turning heads in K.C. right now. Boy howdy!!!
So there will be no football for me this weekend. Too baked to remember who we have next, dammit. We're looking pretty good, but we still have some improvements to make. Sometimes we let people stay i the game a bit. I want total domination, and I'd like to see Jamaal Charles get a bunch more yards. I gots money riding on this...
Last night we saw Insidious 2. I thought it was pretty nifty, but a bit different than the first installment. This had some slapstick moments, and really only focused on two ghosts. I also knew right from the start that the ghostie that was after the guy in the first was a dood. It was pretty simple to figure out he was some sort of serial killer. Like I said, it was good enough as a sequel, but a bit cornier than the last one.
So anyway, my daughter had her little boyfriend over today. She is 17 now, but it still kind of weirds me out. For one thing, I want no affection in front of me. I find that disrespectful. Also, anything other than holding hands would only cause me to throttle someone. Hard to explain, so I won't. Anyways, she just came in and we were talking about him. I guess I'm ok with him as long as they understand what is on my not to do list...
Should we move on?

Sure, why not? That was a bit awks.
Blah blah blah. Now I'm stumped for what to say. Wish I was superwasted, or maybe lightly on acid. I dunno. Just a deeper head change or something. Or maybe just some good tranquilizers, and sleepytime.
Sometimes I need to see a rainbow in Hell.
Something that'll give me the courage to face the whip yet again, so that when the whip cracks on my back, I will be able to still crack that smile...
I should try posting when I'm super high up there in happyland. Today I am all touchy not feely, sans the touchy part. It's like I have a time machine, but wherever I may go, I will only do more harm than good. I feel selfish, but pre-vindicated to do whatever the fuck I want, regardless of  the fact that everyone else seems happy in the paths they've chosen. Am I just to be a briefly crossing line invading upon the territories of the oblivious, meandering my way in and out of their lives as if with no rhyme or reason?
Do I even cross their minds?
The real question is why I should even care. To be sought out, to be won over, to be...
The prize.
I shouldn't even want that, but vanity wins the day once again. My hunger for THE GLORY disturbs me from time to time, but I shudder to think of what I'm capable of were I to lose that so called handicap.
I hate that I want love, and your ears, and your minds to bend towards me eagerly for words that I would refuse to speak. This is not out of cruelty, of course, but cruel enough nonetheless...
"Let's pull the wounded dog from under the wheel, and nurse it back to full constitution, and make it a full fledged member of our little community thangie."
Do he bite?
Who out there in this wide, wide world of sports is daring enough to give it a try? I'm not even sure I'd like a female version of me, let alone a clone to hone my bone...
I probably need a handler instead. I don't bite, but I do have a wicked sting. Maybe I need a keeper then.
Fuck the honey, though...
Peace out, my niggs.