Growing On...

I can't wait for this movie to come out, Grown Ups. I wish Norm McDonald and a few other people had bigger parts. And it would've been nice if Chris Farley were still around to join in the festivities...
Hell, everybody in the Sandler Universe could drop in. Throw Jon Heder in there, Dante, Allen Covert, Nick Swardson, John Turturro, Luis Guzman, anyone else I forgot to mention.
You know that shit would blow up.
It almost looks like it's going to be sappy, like Funny People. I liked that one, but it was more sad than anything else.
With all those guys, I want them to pile on the condiments until the heaven's are breached. So to speak...
It would be fun if they all got together and did a superhero movie, nothing serious. Or some kind of crazy wierdness, off the wall, a definite WTF.
I'd like to see them do another good stoner movie with Adam Sandler in there too, but I know he's gotta keep that semi squeaky clean image.
I know this is going to be one of those "we're older now so let's shape up after we relive some of the fun one last time" kinda deals. I don't mind as I'm nearing the 40's myself and it strikes a chord. I'd lke for them to do something a little more out there, maybe playing some wierd ass characters. Maybe once they get all this out of the way...
Softies.
I saw Law Abiding Citizen last night and it was fantastic. Lots of blood, lots of vengeance.
Ummmmmmm, strong B+. While not good enough to elicit a higher rating from me, it did have alot of strong points. Worth seeing on the bigscreen. Pay attention, though, or you will miss a few good splatters. Soon, Avatar. But probably not today because I haven't slept yet and it's 8:30 am. There is also football on so...
Time to pass the fudge out.

What, No Johnny...?

Yeah, that's about as racist as you can get.
I think there is a litle something inside me that wants to drive everyone away. To be the black sheep, so to speak...
I'm combative, I'm off keel. Find the center, even if it is nothing more than some cheap ass bubble gum that stales almost immediately.
My poor ferret. She threw her cage on the ground, I'm surprised she isn't hurt.
Trauma...

Rotting on the Vine...

The journey one takes to whatever it is that they think they need to survive is a long and arduous one...
It is not for the faint of heart, or for the weakest of wills. It is a metamorphasis, a changing of the guard, so to speak...
To strip oneself of the tainted foolishness that comes with the newly garbed and the freshly picked, right off the vine...
Oh, to live in the phantasmal. To run fingers through the ripple and to feel it's soothing liquid refreshment upon parched lips...
And then to find oneself standing on a distant precipice, afraid to leap. The dream has been lost, and victory has been snatched this day...
If such is the case...

Then why is THIS guy so pissed off.
BOOYAH!!!
Sorry, where were we?

I'm really tired for some reason and kind of dizzy/headachy. What to do, what to do?
"The Devil's work for idle hands," they say...
If I won the Powerball, I would offer to take my half and live the life of a hermit. I need only a few people to ever come visit me. The rest can just fuck off. I can do all my bills and banking online, and live somewhere way the fuck out there. Somewhere that still has internet and satellite cable...
I can bring back all the cool shit to play with, have food brought in once a week that I order, and have all the equipment and outside area to work out and run.
Live some kind of fish and plantlife type diet and commune with nature, ALONE.
Grow some killer buds, and forget the wearies of this shithole. It is a symphony of worldly clamours...
Someone shut it the fuck up.