Painstakingly Painful Ponderences...

Hello thurr.
Solo jam out to David Bowie's Golden Years remixed and such. I'm also heavy on the toke.
Weirdness abounds, and a general ookiness cloaking the funtime receptors in an ominous way...
And setting a precarious tone to teeter upon.
I'm set to eventually pick up a severely inebriated individual, who will want to pull that one loose thread, and leave the edges thoroughly tattered...
Anyhoo, enough about me. I'm on a three and a half day weekend, so this is all good.
I do tend to go dormant at odd hours of the day and night. An extra day of ruining my sleep schedule. Yay for me!!!
Work has been sucking as usual. They gave me a letter of instruction over something that was nothing. WTF is wrong with people? Why can't you let the people that just want to be left alone... uhhh, left alone?!?
I'm not really in trouble or anything, but it stays in my file for two years. If they ever choose to lay the fuckstick to me, then this'd be where they'd start. Sad, but this is what the powers that be do in the workplace. My fucking is what accomplishment bonuses are made of.
"Look at how I ass raped this guy over nothing, guys."
Good show, old chap. Things like this make it soooo much easier to justify that $2000 payout.
The world sucks, too many douchebags like this, sucking on the good teat, and leaving us with the one that got semi severed in that sliding glass door incident...
I really do try to keep an optimistic approach to it all, but this shit gotst to go. I'm a super duper guy. Why do people want to fuck with that?!?
I guess the worst part is that I'm even forced to ponder it at all. I do not understand the mindset of everyone else. I do and I don't, more like. I can tell you exactly what horrible turds they will shit out in your general direction, but as to the WHY...?
No clue. Some people want to suck it all out, and give nothing back. They can't even convert your tears to actual joy, so they are never satiated. Are there really people out there with these cancerous tendencies?
Are there really as many of them as it seems, or is it just my paranoia?
I get none of it. I'm not saying I'm a perfect person. And there's where it ends for today...
I just got a call to make a pick up. She sounds wasted...
Lucky me.

Mork Calling Orson Wellz...

Really good interview I just perused on Youtube. Of course they have to mention the mental issues. I'd do a wayyyy better interview, though. I know what to ask. This guy was acting like he was all in on it, but he looked like Adam's grandpa...
We saw Let's Be Cops yesterday, and it was pretty good. What a surprise, the trailers didn't actually even do it justice. They were kickass, so to go above that was nice. The white guy is hilarious, the Wayans kid...
Ehhhhhhhh, he was ok. More the straight guy in the movie, twas.
I also bought The Amazing Spiderman 2 last night, and devoured it. Wish the special features were better, but they only had one disc this go round. Oh wellz...
I took off yesterday and today with bronchitis. I feel better, but still kind of coughy and husky voiced. Medicine, medicine, medicine...
Monday was my birthday, and Tuesday was my anniversary, so I really couldn't take off sick regardless of how I felt. I even went in Wednesday to help them out. I'm sure they'll not notice that part, only that they ended up short yesterday. Oh wellz again...
At least all the crap Robin Williams news is done, and now hoping the Ferguson finishes up now that we have more REAL facts, such as that the cop is innocent and dood was foul...
Now the beheading is all the rage. Fuck being anywhere over thurr. If they ever pull that shit over hurr, it is ON.
Stupid guy for even being in that area. Supposedly there is talk of it being fake. No idea, as I haven't seen it yet. It'll surface soon enough. Poor dumb guy if it's real. What a way to die...
Not sure what tonight holds, some drinking is happening in the other room. Hope it stays tame, because I'm wore out. I also would like her to pass out so I can be all alone with the bigscreen. I also like to make a killer breakfast with peppers and onions and eggs and spinach and stuff...
Some fried potatoes with yet more peppers and onions...
I'd like to maybe throw some biscuits and gravy all up in it. I make some killer homemade white gravy. I will admit the biscuits are out of a can, but who cares?!?
I tried once with Bisquick, and made hockey pucks. I also had to throw away the pan. Not a good time.
Anyhoo, I hear crap music playing in there. It is only 9 pm. Le sigh...
I napped earlier, and will probably do another.
I win.
I win.
Zulus.
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Ferguson-licious...

Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
The Ferguson cop is innocent.
Ok, so I need a little work on the ending.

Apparently, so did post-Mikey's numerous "eye witnesses." Little by little, we are seeing the kind of retarded ass frenzy the media and douchebags like Al Sharpton and Jessie Jackson whip the bleating masses into.
Smooth and creamy...
I loved how baby boy mama said they should put that cop in jail. If anyone is to blame for his death, it is only himself and his mom for not raising him right and tanning that ass as needed. Yeah, that's the little angel in the picture...
If the cop was guilty, I'd be all for him getting thoroughly jacked, but I do not believe it is so. That kid was one fucked up dood, but at least he got his vitamin C...
Anyhoo, hope it all blows over soon. Everybody thurr either wants to be part of some fucked up "movement" or they wanna get some free shit, or hurt innocent people.
Good thing he's guilty as shit, or that'd suck that his death attracted such gutter trash. Even the black reporter on CNN last night was giving the black community there a piece of his mind.
Fucked up world, fucked up people.
And fuck this guy...
Nothing racist about it. I'm just looking at the facts. Reversed, I'd feel the same way.
It's time for the Whitey Witch Hunt!!!
Hotcha!!!

Then You Know You're In It...

A snippet of a view from my current DJ position atop mein lofty bed...
So, howdy do to all and all that. Other than that, blah blabbity blahhhhh, and a side of yada yada dipsy doodiddley dooooooooooo.
Exciting day: went to Wal Mart and bought two shirts for $3 each.
SCORE!!!
I know, right? I will say that one was a sweeet Spiderman shirt, which I have none of. Looking now at it on the wall, still digging it. On top of that, I am currently wearing the other one, What Does The Fox Say shirt.
I still truly believe I won in the end. But who's to say, eh?!?
Also bought a scale, which read me at 178 today. Pretty awesome, though my return to workout today was a real bitch. I need to eat so much more than I do. I just want to lose those last few pockets of resistance before I try to heap man meat on top of it. I will fight through, and start killing it again. Eat, eat, eat.
I know...
I wanted to see Guardians of the Galaxy again today, but I'm just wore out. At some point before bed I need to throw a huge salad together and then launch it down mein throathole...
Anyhoo, I now realize resistance is futile, and we are all dooooooooooooooooooooooooomed.
Doomed, I say...
Hush-hah!!!
Don't spit up my ass and tell me it's raining.
I've been in love before...
The hardest part is when you're in it to win it in a minute.
Now, in a John Witherspoon voice complete with cocked eye, imagine me saying, "Yeahhhhh, boyyyyyy!!!"

Guardians of the Galaxy Even Better Than The Avengers...?

Yikers!!!
Didn't know that there were actually six Guardians of the Galaxy, did you?
Yes, the Great Gravy Train of Goofiness, hisself.
SIR RONGRAVY, OF PLANET JUDD NELSON.
Know of he...?
Anyhoo, I went to see Guardians of the Galaxy last night, much later than I'd anticipated, if at all. So...
I get off of work, thinking I'll be able to supremely toke out by 7 pm, and get all "derrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..." beforehand.
I get behind some slow fuck all the way home, who ends with going halfway through a right turn before just... stopping. What. The. Fuck?
I had a screw in my left tire that I was going to get fixed this weekend. I whipped around him, and my tires spun on the wet road. It must've pulled the screw out because I got home, and it drained out immediately.
I spent awhile finding a jack, borrowing a lug wrench, getting it plugged, and putting it all back on. Done.
I smoke out, and someone doesn't bring my car back early enough, so I'm thinking 8 pm showing.
At 7:40, nice and baked silly, I can't find my keys, nor the back up ones I keep on the wall.
Both were taken. What. The. Fuck. Again?!?
Someone brings me my keys, and I finally make it to the 9 pm showing, though I have to be up at 5 am for work. Bummer, but oh wellz...
I will say the movie was amazing, and so worth all that trouble. I loved it, and thought it was wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy better than The Avengers. So much more to love. I worried the CG Rocket would be hokey, as would be Groot, but they stole the movie. Dancing Groot at the end was great.
I rarely find a true A+ movie, but this was it. I think they'll totally eclipse The Avengers in creamy goodness. They've already done it in mein own black, shriveled heart...
So, in summation: Go see Guardians of the Galaxy, it is easily the best movie of this year, if not the last few or so.
Btw, I wore my Superman tee last night. A DC in a room full of Marvels...
It's all good, I wish I had more shirts. I have alot of Superman stuff, and Batman. Ummm, I have a few Captain America shirts, but they are all long sleeve. Dng, I just realized I have hardly anything. My kid buys the same stuff, so I hate getting mixed up. I told him to pick superheroes, and stay out of meinz.
I will find a few Guardians tees, though. I'm more the Rocket type, wise cracking, but all business...
Anyhoovilles...
I need to go find out what the fuck happened to my lighter. Go see the movie, then repeat until satisfied. I'm seeing it again this weekend, after a few dozen bong hits.
Join moi?