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?