Letter Nate Than Bever...

Explosions, explosions. When will it all end? Dunno, but I'm hoping things turn out alright in the long run. Time to see where fortunes wind up heeyah. I'm sorry to be so cryptic, but it's better than not posting at all. Or is it? I did a video for Nik Kershaw's Wouldn't It Be Good extended version. Tis up at the top somewhere. He is awesome, and he actually answered back an email I sent him at one time. Whee for me.
Not much else. Getting ready for my oral conference to see whether I get suspended or not for three days. Looks like it, as the guy that's going to do it was an asshole over the phone. Woops, guess I can't be late for a very long time.
Oh wellz...
More later. Fun and joy... and joyness.

Who Doth He Think He is...?

Some douchebag commented on my last two posts...
"Who does he think he is?"
How do we know it's a he?
Don't care personally. Either someone who got butthurt over what I said about their beloved Michael Jackson, or someone I know playing anonymous jackass.
I saw Moon yesterday. Wonderfully bleak and all that. The guy from Choke was in it, so I knew it'd be a good one. I enjoyed it immensely, and give it a solid A.
I went to the lake for some swimming, but the lake levels were way too high. Of course the jackass let me pay to get in, when he knew I'd be back to collect my refund. The pool was full, too, so no swimming today. I came back, made bacon wrapped cheddar and jalapeno brats with kraut, and soon will be kicked back on the couch watching tv.
I didn't drink this weekend, but my friend did, and I bet he is miserable for it. I always feel better without the drink, but after awhile you try to slip a few back in and WHAMMO!!!
My kid wants to run and get slimmed up, so we are going to hit the gym together. Mondays they are closed, so we are going to start slow. Hit a trail and just sun it up maybe. Chit chat. I need to get back into that. Fuck the rest of you.
The rest of you are the kind that post comments like, "You FAIL @blogging."
The kind that let shit fester away inside of you. I will not be one of you. Who do you think you are?
Who?
Coming soon: back in shape, mentally and physically. Videos will be made, stuff will be done. I will find a focus.
Michael Jackson is STILL dead, by the way. Fuck him.

Knowing is Half the Battle...

So I avoided this when it came out at the theater, and this was when I was going at least 3 times a week. Well, yesterday I finally rented it. Alas, I was unable to watch but a smidgeon.
Today, I got to finish it. To make a long story short, it sucked and the only part worth watching was when the sun scorched the planet.
And incinerated his extremely receding hairline to smithereens.
F+.
Now I'm fresh out of the shower, a svelt 175ish and beads of juicy dewyness rolling down my back. And into the crack of my ass, ha!
There's no work tomorrow, and I'm wondering if any good movies are even coming out. I kind of wanted/needed some overtime, but these three days will actually be spent recovering instead of piling on the hurt. I haven't been smoking, or drinking, so my everything feels better already as well.
I can either take the good car and have to get up early, or not go anywhere and sleep really really really late. If I do that, I won't get what I need to do done, if you dig. Decisions, decisions...

Sometimes people ask me why I'm giggling uncontrollably in a corner. It is usually because of this picture. They, however, know nothing.
Fools.

Michael Jackson on a Spit...

I went to the doctor yesterday, after the hellacious five day weekend I had before that.
Bad kidney infection, and my stomach must've gotten involved, because I threw up blood constantly Sunday, which in turn reamed out my pipes from all the acid coming back up. I pretty much didn't eat for five days, and I won't mention what else I did.
"Liquid diet, perhaps?
Indeed.
I was given ciprofloxacin, a heavy antibiotic, to knock this shit out. I had thought it was either a pulled muscle that wouldn't unkink, or kidney stones again...
But I was all nervous and jittery from you know what, and constantly nauseous. So they gave me promethazine, which I'd thought was some kind of super acid reflux killer or something.
"No-o-o-o-o-o-o sir!"
The dreams I have had...
It says it can be a heavy sedative, or great for insomnia. It was also used as an antipsychotic in the past. The chick doctor gave me the highest dose pills you can get, 25mg. If I would've taken it how she said, I'd be dead. I only finally took 1/4 of a pill last night, and boy did it hit hard. At first, I felt just kind of woozy, then extremely drousy. I fell asleep for 5-10 minutes watching Teen Wolf, then woke up all funky and kinda messed up feeling. When sleep overtook me again, I had really screwed up dreams. end of the world fare, but very vivid, very...
"Surreal?"
Frighteningly.
The things I remember, and can divulge, is that I was staying in some big hotel with family and other people I've known in the past. I was outside somewhere, and I looked to the sky. I could see this wierd cloud formation going on, like the mother of all tornadoes was spawning. Then I saw the tendrils coming out of it, and how large it really was. I alerted the person I was with, and we left. I got back to the room, and told everyone I was hallucinating or something, because I had seen what I thought to be the end of it all. Or soon to be.
"Did they confirm your suspicions of visual kookooness on your part?"
Did they ask you what you'd been smoking, and if you had any to break out?
Someone turned on the TV to CNN, and I was flabbergasted. Many things: giant figures floating on air, strange beasts, and just plain craziness. Alot of things from the bible, and they weren't happy. And no one in the room seemed to be bothered by it. Almost like acceptance of what was about to hit. I don't remember much after that. And when I woke up this morning, I was still woozy. The feeling didn't go away until, I think, I shit it out. And I've taken a shit five times now since I woke up.
I just thought I'd share what I remember since I don't usually dream, or remember them.
There was more, but of a personal nature I just can't share.

So anyway, like I said, I was watching Teen Wolf, which is an amazing movie. So many things going on at the same time, and Michael J Fox can act like a mofo. What a rare A+ movie. I also watched Knocked Up again earlier in the evening. Still good.
I haven't seen any movies since whatever I mentioned last time-ish. Debating on the Transformers, but it is superlong and I ain't big into cars, other than driving them.
Erm, what else? I was watching Battlestar Gallactica and Buck Rogers before, but had to take a break. So I'm almost finished with Silver Spoons now. Great, happy little show.
"Remember when your sisters curled you hair underneath at the bottom so you could look like him?
Then the curling iron burn you received on your neck?
Ha, we also tried the Flock of Seagulls 'do on me as well. That bird was not a healthy one.
Oh yeah, Michael Jackson. He died. Oh wellz.
Big deal.
I will say it. Fuck that pedophile. It's ok to pass trauma like that on because A: Daddy did it to him first, and B: he's so-o-o-o-o-o-o talented it should just be overlooked. How much did he pay in that settlement again? You don't pay if you didn't do it. It's like O.J. going free from murder charges only to find him negligable in their deaths...
Moments of silence they give him.
Why couldn't we have gotten that when he was alive, like...
Not having to hear about his legal woes, or what his other crazy family members were doing, or his music. Ha!
Raised up on a pedestal, I guess. And alot of lonely, demented buffoons worshipping him as a god. Downright pissed if you say a harsh word...
"On a pedestal..."
Should've been put on a spit instead.
Waddya want, a wing or a thigh...?