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.)

Still Illin'...

I've been burnin' up lately, ill since last Friday pretty much. I am now on some kind of hydrocodone syrup that's kicking my ass now, but I have to go back to work tomorrow...
And on top of that, I've decided to see how long I can go without shaving or cutting my hair.
The Messiah...?

"Hardly..."
But I did get this sweet baby picture sent to me today. Of course I did have to alter it a little to suit the mood. I've scanned quite a few pictures these days I've been off. Lots of stuff to play with...
Yet now sleep overtakes me.
Woozy...

A Match Made in Heaven...

Gene pulled no punches, Gene held the rousing rabble at bay, Gene got answers to difficult queries...
After conquering radio and television, he set his sights on The Tonight show, then leap frogged his way into the job that would set him apart from the rest...
"And would mold TV gameshows for decades to come!!!"
Witty and decadent, randy and hip, that's what Mr. Rayburn was all about!
Rolling with the punches. And giving a few back...

As you can see, there were many an infamous episode, whether it be a "nipple slip" of the tongue, or coming up with fake contestant names like Harry and Balls, to be pitted against one another. The liquor would flow, panties would fly, and the good times would never end...
Or so they thought.

We all know Gene got alot of tail backstage, but he could knit a mean sock as well. Rumored to be the original all purpose spy/gameshow host prototype before guys like Chuck Barris and Jim Perry, of Card Sharks, were ever brought into the fold. His feats of bravery and loyalty to the flag will never be fully known, but it has been said that he could decapitate a man at a hundred yards with the flick of his question card...

And that his long skinny microphone was actually a high tech anal truth probing doohickey of the most devious sort. This of course is classified information...

"You're on a need to know basis here people!!!"

If you knew, you'd be dead already.

Rest in peace, Gene, I know it's not your birthday, or the anniversary of your death, but you're still missed buddy. I grew up on that show, it is part of what made me all that I am. The boozing... the womanizing... that kickass guitar laden theme running through my brain...

"The incessant urge to..."

BLANK.

Shades of Graveh...

Whether sporting a tux or that "fresh outta the grave" look, he is always on the go!
"Look at him g-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!!!"
Dopplegangbangin' it...
However it turns out, there's always a little more Graveh left in the tank. It's almost a given, and something many have come to depend on.
"Dare I say leading a charmed life...?"
Pshh! Hardly.
But the Graveh do lead an interestingly bizarre life; a feast or famine to the finest and fullest extent. Arm and arm, yet neck and neck, and toe to toe, I'm racing destiny to the finish line.
"I refuse to be a plaything of the gods any longer!!!"
He shouts...
He fumes and festers...
Unabated and never sated, he has firmly yet so eloquently stated: I am dedicated to be medicated, and once mated, to be inundated with the thing for which I've so long waited. To be rated as one of the fated, and to be highly elevated...

Parallels in the Black...

I saw Spiderman 3 last night. It was very good, but my heart wasn't into it for some reason. It wasn't the kids blabbing away all around me with no regards to the movie whatsoever, nor the fact that I'm getting a little flu-ish. But I still give it an A, the story left you hungering for the battle, and he doesnt don the black suit until the last hour or so and Venom doesn't appear until there is only about a half hour left.
But they apparently have signed to do three more pictures so we can expect more dazzling effects and brilliant storylines to come...
MAXIMUM CARNAGE!!!

And such is my existence as well. I'm guessing I won't be sated in life until it is over it seems. Things are going downhill at an alarmingly fast and brutal rate for me now. Like ol' Pete, I've been strutting around like a peacock, with my head in the clouds...
"Or did you mean up your butt?"
That's enough out of you for today!
He's right, you know...
Where were you guys when I needed you?!?!? I wonder sometimes if it is not me who is sabotaging my well being. I am a severely complicated person, to all but myself.
In spite of this, I persevere and trudge on, dragging my feet where I may.
"Usually at an electronics department somewhere..."
I always seem to come away empty handed. Yet another parallel...
All she...
I want but it only stops the numbness for a little while, then you get into a pattern...
All she wants is...
What do I have to do, where do I have to go, and how the fuck do I even find it?
"Is everybody else faking it too?!?!?"
More!!!
But does it really help at all? Misery has a strange flavor, and the sting of all that can wrong is intoxicating. I must've always had a thing for that feeling in the pit of your stomach.
I can't explain how I feel: the paradox of me that wants you to love me and leave me the fuck alone!!!
My arms are open, inviting... outstretched...
Impending DOOM!!!
"Come take us..."
Away. Get on your bikes and ride!!!