Obamarama...

No, not the group that brought you that pop sensation Venus. That was Bananarama. This is just the guy that's gonna make you wish you lived there...
Chocolate Goddess on the mountain top,
Burning like an ebony flame,
Dark summit of beauty and love,
And Condy was her name!
Her weapons were her charcoal eyes,
Making every man a man,
Black as the dark night she was,
Got what no-one else had,
Bootay!
She's got it,
Yeah, baby, she's got it!
I'm your Venus, I'm your fire,
At your desire.
You know old Barrack has to have tried to tap dat ass. Condy is way finer than his old lady anyday. So he gave Hilldawg a spot on his roster, wasn't expecting that either.
Regardless, I'm not a religious person but I swear if there is like some assassination attempt on him, and he looks like he takes a direct head shot...
If he shows up later totally unfazed, I may just be a changed man. Kidding, but I like how he isn't even PREZ yet, and I'm already hearing about all the promises he made during his campaign that he's already gonna be unable to do.
Wow, nobody ever questioned that at the time, they were too busy jizzing themselves over being gypped into believing they were part of some historical bullshit and breathing heavily in the media/celebrity gaseous clouds of their smug fartiness of divine intervention on our common peasant, inbred asses. Ha!
I love how it is assumed that the world didn't hate us prior to the first time Dubya ever flushed the White House toilet. Eight years of blinders under a self absorbed, hornytoad bumpkin like Bill was more than enough time for the rest of the world to gather and plot our demise.
You gotta hang out around the water cooler to hear the latest gossip and stay in the know on who's trying to ram something explosive up your ass. And in this case, the water cooler is the Middle East. Obama can't get us out of there, and as we tuck tail and run, they will bid us farewell with harsh words and a few final rockets to boot.
McCain wasn't going to keep us in some kind of war with Iraq. The hope was to have those guys finally cover their own asses, and we would have a presence there like we had in Japan. I've even heard him explain it with mein own ears, and saw his lips move with mein own eyes.
Who knows what Obama will do? I do believe he is about to have some tests coming up, one being Iran and Israel. They are not going to let Iran have nuclear capabilities. They are going to mercilessly bomb the fuck out of them. Will this, along with further disastrous events, start the end all of world wars?
"Will the devil have his day"
Kidding, geez!
Einstein once said, "I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
I wonder if there were any past civilizations that crawled up out of the mud, or from eons huddled in caves, to have the mental might, yet the moral depravity, to nearly destroy humanity as a whole. Maybe we just got lucky to the point where a few, but just enough to restock the population, survived. Started all over. Invented god or something in hopes of scaring people from ever again trying to be too big for their britches.
Lied to future generations long enough to let the past fade away...
I think we are teetering. They are watching to see if that wobble was from blood leakage, or faked to draw the wolves in a little closer for the strike.
Well that's all for me now tonight, I'm hungry. Deal with it...

Ebon Flow...

The ebb and flow of it all, what does it all mean? My mood, and those things around me that bring me up, also leave me dashed upon the rocks.
I still have three, possibly four, days of work left this week. It is always tough to be there, because I really don't like to talk to people in the real world, and I don't like to be touched by them. Or probed in any way. I can be extremely vague when I want to be. Leaves room for loopholes, you see...
Piercings, within the realm of law, yet ringing the nipple, errr..... I mean star that is pure, unadulterated goodness like a rogue planet of vigilanteism and doom to the evil naysayers perched on my haunched visage. WTF?
I was forced to watch Jeff Dunham today on TV, and that guy is not funny, and puppets aren't funny, and you know what?
I could see his lips move.
Like today's picture? It's almost like Condy could be a superheroine if'n she wanted to. Her show would be on BET, probably give her a name like Ebon Flow, Mistress of the Menstrual Cycle.
It's 10:20pm and I have to be up at 5am so I hear that whistle blowing last call. All aboard on the last train to Sleepies' House.
Woot wooooooooooot.

Hovering...

So the Chiefs game isn't on TV once again, since they've been losing. However, thanks to Keith, I've found US97, and they are broadcasting the game. Surprising they didn't block this out, because on other channels you gotst to pay. The Saints are without three cornerbacks, and the Chiefs are due up to win. Larry Johnson is back too, so it looks like they will win, though it's beyond me why it's not on TV. This is almost a given, so I'm surprised it's being put on the shelf in favor of the Packers. Maybe I should spend three hours plus at Buffalo Wild Wings...
I don't wanna be the guy who high fives everyone when the game seems over, like last weekend.
So some guy was rooting for the Packers, he saw my Green Bay hat and was trying to high five me too. I was like, "Hey, I'm only wearing this hat to cover my Jew-fro."
So he ran his mouth, and by and by, he was disappointed. And you could see his wife was perturbed at his drunkenness. All I can say is he made me root for the other team.
Football, football...
I love the Chiefs, though they are breaking my heart right now...

Sleepy's Dead Reckoning...

I reckon that though this picture is quite old, it conveys how I feel to a tee. My paycheck will be a good one, but I'm worn out from working on a Saturday, which is today for those not in the know.
I had good company, and my boss bought food for us, even though the rotten bastard gave me a wicked tongue lashing earlier in the day for an past tardy slip up which doesn't even count because I stayed home and had a Dr's excuse. I just didn't call before work. Oh wellz, deal, bitch.
He said he would pass it on to his "guy" and the worst thing would be that I would get some stupid letter in my file, and said it like he was doing me some sort of a favor. I was like "we'll see how that all goes over."
Another woops letter goes into the shredder. Trust me, it will, if there even is one later. He tried to put me on leave restriction once, and that also fell through. Dumbass.
I now have a headache, I'm farting like crazy from some cheese dip with habanero peppers in it, and I think I'm just going to take a nap... right... now.
Nighty nights. Sleepy's house awaits with doors wide open!

2012 Elections/Ode to Condy...

Condy will run, oh yes, she will run. And she will look damn fine doing it too. You will want to vote for her. In this picture, you can clearly see she can readily seduce you with those eyes as well as squirt liquid acid to rain down upon your insolent flesh!!! Beware!!!

Yet she is also a benevolent dame. She will scrub clean all of our wrongdoings, she will wash away the sins of the fathers...

She will bring us back to past glory, riding on a star spangled pony. She will lather us with soft, foamy bubbles of...

Freedom perhaps?

Righteous and divine tenacity for the finer things, to better the realms she beholds with beauty and grace?

Some in the world do not want such a thing as peace and love under one strong black woman who can crush walnuts with her thighs. Some would rather take, take, and take some more. Credit where credit is(n't) due, they mutter under their sour, tainted breaths. We can't let this happen, they cry, befuddled, to the darkening skies.

But can it be stopped? Methinks not. She is the juggernaut, she is...

Inevitability?

Do not fight the rising tide, lest you attempt to wrangle incessently with the gods of burning hellfire yourself.

Let the cleansing rays of the chocolate goddess wash down upon your soul...

CONDY2012

Aliens...

Yup. Here I am. In the flesh. Nekked for all eyes to see. I see some of you squinting. I didn't mean that kind of nekked...

"Thank Jehovah for that!"

Okkkkkkkkkk...

I wish I wouldn't have killed my other blog. I had alot of really personal stuff in it. But to keep it would have meant to go insane. Again.

"Ghosts..."

Skeletons...

Have them, we do, don't we all, come on, come on, won't you now hey?

I like to turn my brain off. Unfortunately it comes back and bites me in the ass. I heard in space they can't hear you scream...

Left Alone...

I have nothing to share today, like it's any kind of surprise. I admit defeat.
"I surrender."
Once again, I roll the dice, and come up with snake eyes.
Kneel before Zod.
Most often, when you let down your guard, and open things, and places...
"Reveal?"
You are already lost before it has began.
Vanity.
Pride, even in the name of love, is wrong. So fuck you Bono. I just thought I'd throw that in.
But once again, I've thrown myself in front of the bus that is...
"Life?"
Idiocy?
My only crime is being the new millenium's Peter Pan, never...
I guess the only way is up now?
"But the floor smells so nice."
Mmmm, and shag, too.
I'm tired of deluding myself. I should get out more, get some sun, get some food in me. Liquid. Flavor. I need a babysitter, but who'd want the jerb? I'm most definitely a handful. And not nearly as charming in person. I bring nothing but badness to the table.
Flavor. Charm. Idiocy. I shoulda been a fratboy. Guys gone wild.
W00t. Disregard this message.

Hep-MO-tized!!!

(By the way, click on this trippy gif image, it's supercool!!!)
What's new, peoples? Just checking in, I know I've been awhile.
"You don't sayyyy..."
I been hep-MO-tized!!!
So what's been happening with me then? Ummmmm, Let's see. Working as much as I can, I've also been watching my beloved Chiefs going down the toilet once again, thanks to Herm Edwards, or as I like to call him: the idiot who keeps ripping my heart out weekly and shitting on it, then stomping it into mush.
Yesterday I watched Say Anything on Youtube. That is one of my all time faves, I took a girlfriend to see it back in... 89-90? I cry everytime I see it.
"I gave her my heart..."
And she gave me a pen.
This gem is a timeless classic. I'm a jerk piece of crap sometimes, and even I love it, so I can imagine anyone who sees it will instantly be catapulted back to their own break up scene. Cusack's best movie, hands down.
I've been seeing alot of movies, the best out of the bunch being Pineapple Express. This movie does for weed comedies/action thrillers what Say Anything did for movies where a guy holds up a boombox jamming some sweet Peter Gabriel. You know what I mizzean...
I've seen it 6 times now, think I might even "hit it" one more time before it's gone. James Franco is kickass in this, I never knew he even had it in him. All star cast and the black guy playing Matheson is high-larious. So see this if you haven't. When this badboy comes out on DVD I'm gonna bogart the heck out of it. Movie of the year!!!
So tonight, though, I'm thinking about seeing Choke, I just hope it's ok for my kid to see it. I'm hoping it ain't raunchfest 2008. I may call and ask first. Looks really good though, sex addict who makes a living by pretending to choke in restaurants takes care of his mama and wants to bang the nurse...
"Hmmmmmm..."
Hmmmm?
I'm wore out, work today was mentally grueling to get through. I hate people. I wish I worked somewhere that I was totally alone all the time. I like silence. I just recently realized that I don't even hardly listen to music anymore. And when I actually do remember to turn the radio on in the car, it's on NPR. So I'm either jamming out to some classical or yelling/laughing at Libtards and their vicious attacks on Palin. She's inexperienced? WTF is Obama then? He ain't even been around very long, and he's spent most of it running for Prez. McCain's too old? Younger than Reagan by the time he was done. He won't die, geez, you morbid fuckers. And Democrats are every bit as crooked as they point the Republicans out to be. Hell, Edwards was squirting out errant, wayward baby batter while running for Prez hisself!!! I'm voting McCain, he's able, he's been in the shit, he isn't planning on taking over the world and drinking the blood of all non white children. Hispanic news is the worst, they are pretty much telling the people who watch their garbage how to vote. The only thing important to them is getting here easier, they don't care about the stuff we need to do to survive in this crazy, mixed up world, lol. I don't think Obama is some sleeper cell terrorist or anything silly like that. The guy is an excellent speaker, he could talk the panties off of Mother Theresa, I'll give him that. But he's a whole lot of fluff, all that talk is exactly that... TALK. He isn't going to fix anything except our little red wagons. Then the shitstorm will begin.
Supposedly Planet X is swinging our way in like 2012 or something, and the aliens will be mining our planet for gold, and apparently taking all the cool rich people back with them, and hunting us down like dawgs in the meantime. Or something like that. All the world's governments are secretly making giant underground ARKs, sectioned off dwellings for all the elite. I hear alot of kookoo theories all the time. Myself?
I think we are spiralling headlong into WW3. There is just too much shit going on, and everyone is turning on us. This didn't happen when Bush was Prez, alot of it started and grew during Slick Willy's reign of terror. So yeah, I'd rather have a guy with balls like McCain at the helm than dickhead Obama. I can't believe he didn't pick Hilldawg as his VP. So we will either have a black Prez, or a female VP. One way or another, we'll have firsties. Depending on who wins though...
It may be lasties!!!
What else now that I've shared my political leanings. I do nothing but sit back here and make videos, the ones at the top of the page on Youtube. Or check out my favorite places on ze net. Liveleak, Youtube, Craptv, ummm...
"Here?"
Yeah right.
I'm tired right now, and still trying to shake some wicked bad cold. I'm also trying to not turn into a fatass again, so back to eating right, and next week the heavy workouts begin anew. I only got back up to 180ish so it'll go quick and dirty. This time I won't burn myself out and plateau like last time. I just never changed it up, or gave it a rest. I was pretty rabbitlike bodywise, but couldn't seem to bulk up. I wasn't eating enough, at least not enough meat. I got bigger when I took creatine, but that stuff made me feel weird so I quit. And I tore a tendon last year like in November in my foot, that also caused me alot of grief, and handfuls of hydrocodone.
"Eating them like Skittles!"
Not that bad...
But when the soft and fluffy ride was over, I was missing them dearly for a few days. I also need to lay off the cancer sticks. So many things to do... to do...
How though? And some of them can't/won't be delved into here, because I'm still dealing with them. Maybe when I take care of them, I will share. But for now, I will leave you with this oath as we bump fists...'
Pound it.
Lock it.
Break the pickle?
Tickle tickle.

Don't Be Square, Be There...

It is amazing that I post pictures of me that bear striking resemblance to Chaotic Graveh yet profess to love you all, and bathe you all in warm liquid night. Bizarre, and strange, events are soon to unfold. I await upon edge of seat: will I fold? Will I...
I will leave that afterthought to ye allz. My destiny is in your hands. Will the hand that bites feed upon you? Punch or get out, punch or get out...
Bondage, and fantasy. Whatever gets your cookies. Will you succumb, will you succumb?
"Methinks he's gone daft."
Begone.

w00t!

more to come, peeps. it is thundering out. the gawds are bowling...

Hi Strangers!!!

Where the fuck have I been? In hell, and I ain't out yet. I'm sure no one is still reading this, so what's the point, right?
I made a new Depeche Mode video, so check it out. It's pretty nifty and will trip your brain out. I'm personally gonna go eat some calamari myself. I'm freshly showered and wearing, ugh, a turtleneck. I look all so spiffy, and I smell almost good enough to eat. Damn, I'm fine today. This is rare.
Now I just need a haircut. I'm also toying with being a blond again.
Hmmm.........................
Comment. Let me hear the multitudes. Ha!

Joe Rogan...

I can't deal. I'm all Rogan, yet I'm the exact opposite...

Tell me why

Can't we try...

Not to break our hearts and make it so hard on ourselves...

I hate life. It is evil. The things that I want...

I can't seeem to find happiness.

When she says I love you...............

I love you...

As Closed Off As I am...

My lil gal and I made a video. It will be enjoyed by... yourselves. You will love this, and you will fall to your knees in exaltations.

And fervored whatchamacallits. She baked a cake last night, I filmed her beaming over it earlier today. She is not only my one and only, she is the best friend I have in the world. Even as closed off as I am.................................

Am I all alone here? If you are out there and are reading, shout yourself out. I am lonely. Make yourselves heard...

Shambles...

I've seen alot of shit. Haunting indeed.
Fucking indeed.
Oh yeah, ask me about it. Oh, I'm sorry, too involved in yourself?
Same here. Movie reviews: They all pale in comparison. To what?
Exactly.
Pale...
Wanton...
Thrillfull...
They had no idea what they set loose upon the world.
All (s)he wants is...
MORE.
"We shall return soon."
Full force.

Meat/beat/manifesto of Death.

Babble. You don't know how to ease my pain, you don't know. You don't know the sound of my tears falling. You don't know. You just don't fucking know. Bend to my will. Give in. I won't accept anything less. But you won't give me what I want. I will survive. I will be less than I am now, but I will. I will. Meatamorphisize!!!
I am a cannibal, I will yet eat myself. I know I'm weird, but if you would judt read.. in between...
the...

A Public GRAVEH Announcement!!!

It may yet save your life if you heed my visions of false party-gawdness and pollo loco-motion.

Now to answer questions: No, it was powdered sugar. I ain't got that kinda money, but if I did, it wouldn't be going up my nostrils.

Drugs are bad, peoples, mmm'kay?

I think maybe later we are gonna see National Treasure 2, just me and the rugrat, and I think her lil friend. No, not that lil friend(her imaginary Mitch Conners hand), but one that actually lives and breathes, go figure!!! As long as they keep the chatter down a bit, I'm good.

Enjoy the video; learn a lesson or two, maybe...

Barrel Bottom Scrapings...

I added a Youtube player at the top there, so you can enjoy even more of me.
I know you will love this, as now there is more of me to love. It is like being borne on the wings of angels, their wing feathers kissing you ever so gently.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm........."
We saw Beowulf 2, did I mention? Good too, once again. I also put up some Christmas lights and will get the roof done tomorrow, if I don't have a stroke from all the anger involved in accomplishing this feat. I will probably have to do some inside the house tree-work too, which means I will be covered in deep, painful scratches, and sap. Damn it...
What else? It's cold as shit here. Well, not actually, since shit is usually pretty warm. I guess it depends on how long it's been sitting out. The kinda shit I'm talking about would have come out of an Eskimo's ass and left out all night on a glacier, or something...
Really fucking cold.
"Like a witches tit..."
Yeah can't you see I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel here? To top it off, I'm out of Vicodins, and I'd went through a prescription of near 200. I'm gonna miss 'em...
We don't.
"That's because he took them to get rid of us, remember?"
Alas...

Something for yer Breath...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8xrDyA3-e4
Please click on this link, people. It is a hilarious commercial a friend did for an Aquafresh commercial contest, and he needs some clicky wicky wicky scratch lovin' straight from the oven!!!
I do believe he has a winnah on his hands. I saw his competition and they were mostly all pretty lame. I wanted to do one myself, and had some great fucking ideas, but I'm still kinda ill, and lazy as all get out...
I may still do one, just for shits and giggles...
Go, Bren-Bren!!!!
Give mah nugga some love by clicking, faving, and spreading it around even more. It's a good one, and a tiny bit on ze naughty side. Not gross and/or perverted...
Just trust me here people!!! Have I ever steered you wrong yet?

Shut Yer Face!!!

Yes, yes...
Aqui estoy, for now. I dunno if I mentioned it before, but The Mist was a terrible movie. Thanks alot Stephen King, for sucking royal ass. I gave it a C-. If I gave it a better grade at any earlier time, I'm taking it back. Over time it seems to have soured even more. I'm gonna be working on some new videos soon, and a few other things, hopefully they will be interesting and totally not suck. Here's to hoping...

So many things I wanna do, nay, need to do!!! I will hopefully come out of this funk soon and be riding high again. Been listening to alot of Marty Robbins, and wow, I had no idea...

That cat had way too many things going on for one man's lifetime. Lucky guy, that Marteh...

I'm starting to feel like Crispen Glover, except without the fame and, oh yeah, money!!!

Priest Holmes: Say It Ain't So!!!

Kansas City Chiefs three-time Pro Bowl RB Priest Holmes officially announced his retirement from the National Football League on Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving. Holmes concludes his illustrious playing career owning nine Chiefs career records and eight Chiefs single-season records. Arguably the most productive all-around offensive performer in the 48-year history of the franchise, Holmes walks away from the game as Kansas City’s all-time leader in rushing yards (6,070), rushing touchdowns (76) and total touchdowns (83). Holmes accumulated 8,172 career rushing yards in 11 seasons with Baltimore (’97-00) and Kansas City (2001-07), the highest total by any undrafted player since the AFL-NFL merger.
“I have truly been blessed with the opportunity to play in the National Football League,” Holmes commented. “I will be forever grateful to the Hunt Family and the Chiefs organization for the opportunity to come to Kansas City, where the community embraced me from day one. I have been humbled by the tremendous support that I have received from Chiefs fans over the years. I was grateful to be part of a Super Bowl team in Baltimore, but I will always fondly remember my time in Kansas City and the many great players and coaches that provided me an opportunity to be successful.”

Holmes played in 65 regular season games with 63 starts for Kansas City. He was named the NFL Offensive Player of the Year by the Associated Press after producing 1,615 rushing yards in just 14 games in 2002. Holmes became just the third Chiefs player to lead the league in rushing when he racked up 1,555 yards during his debut campaign with Kansas City in 2001. In addition to his rushing exploits, Holmes also caught 246 passes for 2,360 yards (9.6 avg.) with seven TDs. He ranks first in team history with 1,521 touches from scrimmage and is second in team annals with 24 career 100-yard rushing games. He also started a postseason contest vs. Indianapolis (1/11/04), rushing 24 times and setting Chiefs single-game postseason records with 176 yards and two TDs. He finished the day with 208 combined net yards from scrimmage, the third-highest tally in Chiefs postseason history.
Since joining the Chiefs as an unrestricted free agent in 2001, Holmes averaged a league-high 130.0 scrimmage yards per game and ranked second in the NFL by averaging 93.4 rushing yards per game. Holmes scored 83 touchdowns since 2001-05, the second-highest total in the NFL during that time span. He scored 62 rushing touchdowns from 2002-04, the second-best three-year total in NFL history. Holmes owns a host of Chiefs single-season records, including marks for points (162 in 2003), receptions by a running back (74 in 2003) and yards from scrimmage (2,287 in 2002).

I have his jersey, the only other one I shelled out moolah on was a bust in Tamarick Vanover. I was sad to see him go, they don't make many out there like him. Myself, and Kansas City fans all over are feeling the hurt once again. I thought he might be back to do some damage, I just didn't think it would be to himself...

"Priest Holmes will always be a Kansas City Chief.”

And Yet...

Before you worry and fret, always remember,

Yet never forget,

That I am here,

With you always,

I am not like you,

Yet just like you,

In many way,

I wonder, and regret,

Ponder, and preset,

My own brand of evil,

A sensuous procedure,

I mean to be,

Yet falter and fail to see,

The folly of my way...

Will there come a time? Will I have my day?

(Only time will tell...)

Tired.

A shattered heart in love's debris.
Gone and blown it all away,
How can you say, it doesn't matter much to me....
But it doesn't. How can it? I'm crying out. Save me, darling...

Post Halloween Wrap Up...

If you watch this video, you will see that not only am I a nifty kung fu kicking dancer, I'm not half bad with a little horror make up and a vividly traumatizing imagination...

"Yes, tis..."

Sho nuff!!!

I hadn't planned on doing anything more than just Cindi's Satan costume, but the other two elder children/teenagers kinda looked sad they weren't joining in on the fun. So I went to the store yet again, braving the waves of desperate last minute dawdlers, and found a few things to McGuyver together a little this and that for them...

"Boy, I'll say you did, my good man!!!"

Sho nuff!!!

Man, he's starting to sound like a broken record, ain't he? I've been kinda lazy in my half sickness and will be sure to hit the gym hard starting next week. Hopefully all this goldbricking will make me feel fantastic once I get reset all over again. I just gotta keep telling myself over and over...

"Stay away from those cigarettes, boah..."

Sho nuff!!!

So enjoy my new Halloween gift, from me to you, if ye dare...

Nothing to fear, I mean, just how scary can a video be with Fred Schneider from the B52's singing over it?

"Pretty darn scary, now that we think about it..."

Dood, don't even say it!!!

I was just going to say I agree, geez...

Tittilations and Mutilations...

A documentary tonight on A&E about Phil Spector was quite interesting. He had his fingers in alot of pie, I didn't know he was dipping into the coals there too. Ronnie Spector was pretty hot back in the day, but black chicks don't seem to age well. And he must've fucked her up pretty good, because she got all teary eyed more than a few in there. He bought her a pair of twins for Christmas, right before she jumped ship/mansion...

The adopted kids also talked about how fucked up they were due to his mistreatment and neglect. Who could imagine someone with hair like that to be a total freakazoid from planet hair halo?!?!?

Well, apparently he had a knack for bringing out the best in musicians back in the day. But as always, genius and talent come at a price, his being sanity. He did alot of boozing, and I'm sure he's the kind of guy that is pretty big into himself, since he made alot of his fortune at such an early age.

Too bad that doesn't go along very well with offing B movie has beens in the foyer of your house. Maybe the judge is a big Beatles fan, so he might get off, but I doubt it. It's amazing how money totally whacks people the fuck out. We'll see how much asspussy he's gonna hafta give out to keep all those wigs in the joint...

Which brings me to my next subject on tap for today. We saw SAW 4 at the new digital theater. That place is so fantastic, not a bad seat in the house!!! And the picture, as well as the sound. My lord, tis a dream come true. Unfortunately, the SAW series is lame as hell, and I wasted 95 minutes trying to remember why I came in the first place. It's all jumbled, and the 3rd and 4th installments are same time frame or something. Great, now I gotta remember the last piece of shit I was forced to endure...

So anyway, I'm not even going to explain it, as it made no sense to me. A genius engineer driven to building traps and scenarios to give you a crash course in self help and self mutilation...?

I ain't buying it, all because some dood opened a door on his 9 month pregnant woman's tummy, crushing his future deranged child prodigy in the process, and sending him on a collision course for Totallybatshitsville, USA with NO RETURN stamped on his forehead for all to see. We also get to see his weener, which is made even better for the simple fact that he is stone dead, so it's all chalky white. Kinda reminded me of mine after a good talcing...

I give it a D. I enjoy blood and gore, but this movie, as the others did, rubbed me the wrong way. As I've said about other turds like Scream and I Know What You Did Last Whenever the fuck it was, I want good horror, meaning monsters and things ripping people apart at the seams, not some guy orchestrating shit from beyond the grave. I've heard they are already working on 5 and 6. Please let really bad things happen to discourage them...

Please?

Hey look kids, it's 2:15 am. I wasted all my funny in chat earlier tonight. I was on a roll too, wish I had it to post here, but I probably wouldn't due to the off the wallness of it all. It would warp your fragile little minds...

The Upcoming Match Up...

So in a little over an hour we have the Chiefs versus the Raiders. I hope we tear them a new one, if you catch my drift...
"Oh that we do!!!"
Yes indeedly, deedly doo!!!
On paper, this looks to be a massacre of silver and gold. Oakland is bad about giving away huge chunks of yards to the run of late, and KC has had their number 8 times in a row now. Time to make it 9?
On top of that, Priest Holmes has been activated; my dreams of seeing him and Larry both on the field in the same game are finally coming to fruition again...
"The old one-TWO punch, baby!!!"
We will swarm upon them to feast on their battered corpses like scavengers on the fields of... uhhh.... battle?
I've been telling naysayers since the end of last season that this was going to become a reality, And it has...
"Nyah nyah nyah!!!"
We shall see in a little bit how, and whether, it all works out.

Green Power So Far...

Here's my video so far, hope you like it, or you can suck an egg instead...

30 Days of Night was fantastic, I recommend it to anyone and everyone. An instant cult classic!!! A+ material, and it was uncut to boot, or if it was, I have no idea what they could possibly put on an unrated dvd version. Even Josh Hartnett didn't suck, which is a miracle in itself.

I was just so amazed at what I saw, and everyone, including me, was speechless more than a few times. I mean not just decapitations, the whole hacking process to boot. I can't seem to stop gushing over this movie, but don't take my word for it...

Go see it, and check out my ANT foo'!!!

The No Picture Today Post!!!

Ok, here's the deal folks: This past week, everytime I pissed it was like battery acid being shoved back into my peehole. With a rusty nail...
My back in the kidney area has also steadily gotten worse as well. I've also had a fucking mind numbing headache for the past 3-4 days. Now my testicle...
It seems to be swelling to cartoonish proportions. And it's really fucking sensitive. I want to die right now, because I keep sitting on it from time to time. And it has brought playtime to a complete fucking halt. 3 days in a row.
WTF?!?!?

In Your Mouth...

So the Chiefs won in all their glory, for those of you wondering. They kinda let up on them at the end, but finished strong with a takeaway in there.

And thus I came back to my dreary world back here. Strangely of late, it's been quite silent...

"Too silent..."

Ahhhh, there you are. I was beginning to ponder your absence. And your friend?

Present.

We're all here for now. Enjoy this video preview while we try to sort out our differences, and maybe come to terms on some serious issues.

Halftime Report...

Here is a future hall of famer, reaching out for the goalposts yet again, and again, and again...
He took sole possession of Most touchdowns by a tight end and that ain't no small feat folks!!! The Chiefs are also up 20-7 at halftime right now, so I hope they don't blow it. I can't take another loss today. Herm needs to put up a win to keep his job, and to satisfy my demands of perfection. They are doing their best today...

Larry Johnson is also finally producing. He ran a long one all the way to the end zone, only to be stripped of the ball for a touchback. He looked a little disheartened by it, but he barrelled through and got his first rushing touchdown of the year, so maybe the rust has been shaken off, who knows?

I can only hope, and give my all during the game. Cincinnati looks pretty shaky, but they can burn you for long gains when you least expect it, and we seem to be having difficulties beating them in years of late. But damn, Jared Allen is tearing it up back there, Carson Palmer is gonna need a seriously long hot bath tonight to sooth those jarred bones. I've always liked Jared, and remember when he, Larry, and Tony started, and even the comings and goings of Donnie Edwards. I'm so glad he's back, he brought alot to he tables of San Diego when he dined in blue and yellow attire...

I feel a little more inspired to post of late, and plan on stepping it up a notch. We saw the Heartbreak Kid yesterday. It was a little dirty for the kids, but I give it a B. While being a Farrelly Brothers film, it still wafted heavily of his namby pambier fare of romantic pussyness. I wanted more off the wall, and way out there. Instead I get close ups of some psycho chick's retro bush. The chick he leaves her for is a hottie, but I would've kept the latina at the end. I love that accent, it sends shivers up and down my spine...

I need some Braum's...

If only!!!

Hogwash!!!

So I saw The Dark is Rising: The Seeker last night, it was pretty good, especially for a PG rated film. The special effects were quite nice, showing that you don't have to resort to some serious bloodletting to get your point across. Or have to break out gratuitous amounts of T&A, ala Hostel and any other of those shitty newfangled horror movie turds out there...
I give it a strong A-, I thought it had alot of heart. I read the books when I was a kid, but they modernized it quite a bit, but it wasn't too distracting...
Hope there's more to come!!!

I guess in a bit I'm going to see the new Ben Stiller movie, so I hope it doesn't suck. Better not.
I just got out of the shower, because I got a little cruddy replacing the toilet in my front bathroom. So gross!!! And that shit is completely hard as heck to put in, you need freakin' tiny spider monkey hands to get to all those nuts and bolts you need to connect. And of course, you always have to buy other things as the old connectors no longer fit. It's a bunch of Hogwash!!!
More to come...

Didja Get Any Onya...?

The song being Obsession, the mayon is da Graveh. Strange that I post this after I cut all my hair off. These things happen...

Premeditated to be Medicated...

Boy now howdeh folks. I am here, and you are my captive audience. You are riveted to the spot, awaiting my divine wisdom in all its wisdomy gooeyness. But sadly, the well is dry for now, nothing witty to spooge on ya...
"The boy's a bit daft of lates..."
Boy now howdeh?

Soul pirates drifting in a sea of bliss,
Soul pirates...
Get your headgear around this!!!
Herb is once again in plenty, and fundage abounds. I've seen alot of new movies but have been too lazy to post them. Good Luck Chuck was good, I give it a B+ due to major wood from Jessica Alba. Mr. Woodcock I give maybe a C+, I just wasn't into it. Dragon Wars was lame, I wasn't into that crap at all. But I saw Resident Evil 3 twice now already, it was the cream of the crop. A+ all the way. I didn't much care for the Alice storyline but damn those zombies were foin!!!
So what else: Bought kid an XBOX 360 or whatever, and the Halo 3 game blows, but the guitar game is kinda fun.
All I've been listening to lately is Persuasion by Adam Ant, his great unreleased album. This was to be his return to the throne methinks, I'm still oddly pissed about it. Too bad record companies still had alot of pull back then, glad the net is taking some of that control back out of their greedy little paws. This album is like brain candy baby. Too bad most will never know it...
I'm bored, I need something to do. A hobbeh. I was working on my serial killer mentality by spiraling ever downwards. I can't seem to let go at the very end though, it's kinda like not putting out your arms as you are falling to stop the fall, most of the time it can't be done. And you damn sure ain't gonna able to keep from wincing, because that shit can twist up your neck something fierce. I've actually perfected this ability to let go and fall without moving in any way to cushion the fall. But then again, I know, and can accept, the pain it will surely blanket me with, and the lingering ache in my neck to remind me of the folly of this bizarre and meaningless experiment.
"Or the time you launched yourself at that tree with only a bump hat to protect you, and got about ten feet or so of air before you turned your neck on that tree trunk and ended up pinching a nerve. You could barely move for a couple days after..."
Dumbass.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, and I'm still planning on getting tasered on camera soon. Physical pain doesn't bother me one bit, it's those mental barriers I have trouble with. And I don't mean going in. I mean coming back out. Once I give in, it's all over but the poking and the prodding. The why. And what caused such a tragedy.
I can see it now. He had problems way back, they would say. But he had gotten over them, and seemed an extremely normal person now. But there was always something about him, like desperation behind his words even more than in his eyes. He was like a saint, and a courteous fellow. But you always felt the touch of the damned, an abomination in hibernation...
I fit all the criteria. Numerous head injuries, and a profile of deviant behavior had anyone bothered to notice.
"Genius or madman?"
A bit of both.
Reality was never something I flourished in anyway. Daydreams of vengeful justice, delivered in most bloodcurdling detail. Multitudes of loving worshippers, knowing I'm about to blow their minds with a few tidbits of whatever happens to be floating around in my melon. Life as a music video, one long continuous dedication to the best of the 80's. An ever flowing funkfest, and I sparkle. I shine. I glow, and my brilliance can't be denied. It even slams into the eyelids with force enough to render most weak and unable to turn away. I am those times when you felt safe, yet they are faded. The future holds nothing but bleak despair. That is reality. Little pockets of cream filled goodness, surrounded by a stale, moldy, hardened crust of a once golden brown snacky cake. And it's ten times as thick. You'll get no milk to wash it down with either. It's sink or swim time, and everytime you take a bite, it seems like it expands to fill in the void as fast as you chomp down upon it. You have to have gotten to the middle before, you can almost still remember the taste and elation. Or did you ever really reach the middle?
"Content to nibble at the edges, he seems..."
Rascal...

slip, falter...

We can't all be angels, can we? Every once in awhile I must disappoint you. Then the voices take over...

"We take to the roads and backways. We do not want to be seen. We are part of the night, but then again, I guess we always were..."

Will we continue on without him?

"I doubt it; we are but a figment of his imagination, his world, his psyche, his... his...

What a mess!!!

"He won't feel a thing. But to make the transformation, he must die. Die to be reborn. He has a list of things to do. Will he do them?"

Time will tell in the end...

I'm reduced to nothing in the space of but a few moments. I could tell you about Resident Evil: Extinction, but I'm weary and a little bit woozy. Oh sure, I'm the king of getting up and fighting, always fighting. I've unwittingly patterned myself after Norm McDonald, loved by just enough to not be swallowed by the rising tide of bullshit, the nauseating stench of what has never been real inside me. Am I lost, or am I one of the few that see. See that it is a battle that can't be won. What is it you do to stave off what has become the daily bump and grind? Does it satisfy, does it...?

"Hold the demons at bay?"

Hardly...

This is a rare glimpse of what is deep inside me, what makes me not tick. I start and never finish. Where did I go wrong? I keep going back and searching through all that I can remember. I was normal. Do I have a complex?

"Trust me, when this volcano blows, it's gonna spew all over..."

Sploop.

I'm capable of murder, but not without reason. And thievery, but not without cause. Betrayel, but not without due process, and an inside knowledge of my quarry. I am vengeance, I am the burning feeling you have when you've lost, but can redeem yourself. I am the tablescraps disguised as the winnings, the spoils of your tireless efforts. You hold me close, you fawn over me, and yet you hate me.

"Don't worry, he won't win..."

He... won't... prevail.

"He never does."

Shut up, you... you...

"I win again!!! Surrender!!!"

Soon. Soon. Soon. The tide will turn. Will it? Gawd, I hope so. I can't take much more. I run, and run. Catch me, or I will fall, and I may like it too much to not reach out. And catch. Always teetering...

RE3 was awesome, probably the best zombie flick I've seen in a long time. They even bothered to explain why the undead I saw were running faster than the regular zombies. I don't expect much, but I do expect you guys to share with mewhy, just why, you wanna fiddle with the formula.

Zombies, slow + fast, panicky humans/fresh meat = loads of murder and mayhem. And fun. I give it an A. They will always find a way to corner you in the end, unless you're ready for them. I would hope to be strong enough, but you never know.

Insert pefect BLOG ending here...

Torn and Asunder...

See me now? I loathe you, you make my blood boil. Why can't you see that you make bile rise to the tip top of my throat hole? It is because of you that I'm up after 4 in the a.m.
"He still doesn't seem to get that this is about him, he just... just..."
Stays?
Exactly. I have grown sideburns to ward off the stench of your ilk, and the "BROWS" have never failed me even in my darkest times. Tapestries drift lazily as if to a beat of their own, they fan the flames of my seething hatred towards this horrid apparition. I know you all too well.
"We loathe you."
Bringer of Doom.

Mein eyes cross, as if to say that I am always attempting to search my inner self, yet always end up being obstructed by my proboscis. I am weary of your presence, and mein as well. I wish to be away from here, it all, and to never come back. I wake up daily. That is all I can do.
"What now?"
We wait...

Fish Stick Sammich...

Amazing what you can McGuyver at 12:30 am when it's getting near time to do some serious shopping, meaning the fridge was near bare. I also threw some hash browns in the oven next to it, with a dollop of oil on it to crispify it further. Sadly, fish stick sammich is no longer with us.
"He was so young when we met..."

Yet he knew too much, he'd seen things he shouldn't have seen. I'd spied him hanging out at the back of the freezer with the tater tots. And we damn well know they can't be trusted!!!

Wow, I almost spelled tater wrong. I have actually been in front of this computer since about 9 am this morning, with only breaks to grab stuff to eat and bring it back here for consumption.

Mastication.

I've been back here watching videos all day, chatting with my sister, stick fighting with Petey, and chain smoking like a madman. This can mean only one thing:

It's BINGE WEEKEND!!!

I will be hitting the gym extra hard starting next week. I'm sure the next Toughman competetion is just right around the corner, and I wanna be ready...

If I could just get enough people to sponsor my entry fee, I'd be set. Surely there is someone out there in the world that would like to see me get knocked out.

But I'll get a few licks in before I'm through.

I always do, just ask the sammich...

MONKEEing Around, Indeed...

A surprise Friday night blog!!!
"How unheard of!!!"
Indeed...
So the before pic is me back in 2002, and the now pic is of last Friday, my how we change sometimes...
I shaved immediately after taking that picture by the way. I just thought it'd be funny. But you can see the differences healthier living can make in your life.

I also bought South Park season 10 box set for my birthday. I am now all caught up once again, until season 11 comes out. I am getting ready to turn in a little early tonight so I can lay in bed and watch it. Nothing much else is going on. No movie seen tonight, no big gala events to showcase, nothing but me, my good friend Herb, and the soft hum of my pc.
"He is but a simple man..."
Indeed.
I'm ready for football season. This is like the calm before the storm for me.
Heyyyyy, I can upload videos?
Hmmmm.......
Weird shit coming soon, I promise!!!
I'm still working out the kinks in my brain right now. I'm almost impervious to any and all mental intrusions again...

Birthday Cake/ Batter Up!!!

Well, here we go again...
"Another birthday started off with a bang eh?"
Does it ever not?
My wife wants to throw me a party, yeah right. The only problem is I don't like any of the motherfuckers she wants to invite, her cousins and family that do nothing but drink and act like fucking fools. This is a party for her and her asshole friends and family, not me.
The thing is, I was kinda hoping to not spend the rest of my weekend in jail for beating the shit out of someone, anyone, who gets on my nerves, or in my way.
Or fucking tries to hug me, tell me they love me, and expect me to relate to their drunken shenanigans...
She's not here right now, and we just got done arguing earlier over the whole thing. So she ain't answering the phone either, and was trying to threaten me with leaving me.
Big fucking deal.
I'm a little bit tired of the whole "trying to relive the past/ fighting off the aging process" thing anyway. I told her to feel free to get the fuck out whenever she feels like it. She wants to sit around with her extended family and get all stoopid and weepy over anything and everything. And I'm sure some of them will be inebriated enough to get into a scuffle or two. They always do...
I'm just not interested in seeing people from my unhappy drinking days, or reliving them, or watching her relive them.
I work out and eat right for a reason: I'm trying to have a healthy inside and outside. She doesn't wanna do this. She wants to continue to spiral downwards into obesity, insanity, and idiocy. I know I sound harsh in my critique, but geez people, I'm tired of this, and I do so believe my kids are too. Besides, this marriage has been dead for years. I shoulda buried that shit a long time ago.
"When is enough enough?"
Now, possibly...

It's time I finally had my cake and be able to eat it too. I haven't been happy in too long, and have neglected myself forever. It's high time I gave myself the ultimate birthday present.

FREEEEEEEDOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!

Now imagine me yelling that to the world, Braveheart style. This is how I feel constantly. So my birthday is just swell right now, but I did just get done cooking breakfast for the kids, sans wife. I guess this shouldn't/wouldn't be much of a jump in situation to be alone, I would just like to make sure I get custody of my daughter, since she would probably be spending all her time drunk on the weekends and at the casino during the week like she does now. I would also take the two stepchildren whenever they wanted to come, as I raised one since he was 3 and is now 15. It isn't fair for them, but I do believe change is in order.

Now do you understand why I haven't been posting up much? I feel nothing but hate, and am bitter at life for constantly taking my cake and grinding it into my face. There are things that I am happy about, so don't despair for me folk, and things will eventually be looking up soon methinks. I will just have to get my finances in order, and hope she doesn't try to take me to the cleaners later. I want my daughter for all the right reasons, she will want her for monetary gains. I don't want her to not see her or anything, but I'm not letting her have custody later so she can leave my kid with someone else while she runs off to the casino and shit like that, like her sister does.

Why don't people come with a psychic evaluation before they can enter the dating environment? I feel like I've wasted 12 years tomorrow, when I coulda been doing something so much more worthwhile. I wouldn't trade my kid for anything in the world though, and would gladly endure it all again, as I love her with everything I've got. I just wish I didn't have to possibly have to change her life drastically just as school is starting. I will get through this, and will come out on top in the end, I promise you this.

"Who the hell says you're worth your weight in gold, when gold is..."

Good enough for me!!!

I'll be having my cake Monday and Tuesday, if all goes right. I will go into greater detail when I get back, but will divulge this much to ye now. The Bodies Exhibit is in Branson, and I wanna see it. I will also probably take my father out for breakfast, and possibly surprise my mom by going to her work and taking her out to lunch. I've neglected the things that are important to me long enough. It's time I started showing the people that I care about that I love them too. Now is when it starts. From now on I plan on knocking 'em outta the park!!!

BATTER UP!!!

Delusions, Delusions...

So yeah....
"We ain't been around in awhile..."
Did anyone even notice?
I've been off in my own little world, making videos here and there for apparently no one's viewing pleasure, but I do what I must. I wanna go see Rescue Dawn later hopefully. I love Christian Bale's movies and know it's gonna be good...
The other night for a video I ate 4 Big Macs, although I had planned on 5. I barely got through 4, then gave up. I started sneezing uncontrollably and got some kind of pinched nerve in my neck that turned into a pounding headache afterwards. Strange...
I plan on doing some kind of thing on Journey frontman Steve Perry soon, so look out for that. I just love people who refer to themselves in third person, even after fame has long since refused to darken their doorsteps any longer...
I bet I'd be delusional were I famous. But at least I wouldn't suck as bad...
"Yeah, we'd be too bizarre to be forgotten..."
Troo dat.

Chuck and Larry: The Poop on this Scoop!!!

Went to see,
Chuck and Larry.
Twas the sheez,
Lacked of cheese,
Yesterday,
I give it an A.
Loved it, everbody was fab-tac-ulous. Nick Swardson is the bomb as the raving gay butterfly, and overall I just had a good time watching it. Can't really remember all the details but damn, Jessica Biel is fine. Sandler looked like he was in pretty good shape too, must be working out something fierce. He actually looked in better shape than Dante. So anyway...
I think I have a bad case of something because my stomach is doing somersaults in my gut area, and I'm either shitting or letting out huge farts that seem to never end. I'm sure you care to hear this, but I'm starting to wonder if it isn't something a little more serious than your average, run of the mill stomach virus. I hope its not some kind of eColi problem, because it ain't seeming to go away, and it's been three days. And my tummy really fucking hurts!!!
Sorry to use such strong language but now you see how desperate the situation is becoming. I'm also kinda dizzy at times, and anytime I eat, I'm subjected to the pains it causes until it finishes it's journey from my mouth to the bowl...
I'm also an idiot: I just got done eating some pickled jalapeno that was humongous and extremely spicy...
What else is new with me? Ummm, I was making videos, but am now stumped, and often critical in thinking back to earlier ones. Like I'm just wasting my time here.
I'm also working like a dog. I was supposed to work today but they cancelled due to some internal problem they were having. Too bad, because I need the money, and am trying to put some back on the side, so I can do some stuff.
I passed the class I was taking, by the way, I knew I did. But a few people didn't pass that I thought would, apparently more than a few failed it. Guess that makes me a freaking genius since I didn't study at all, or tab any pages, or highlight a bunch of crap needlessly, and ate while they were teaching, and showed up late a few times...
HA!!!
Go see the movie, you won't be disappointed. I will be here laying on the floor, writhing in agony, clutching my stomach. And looking up at the gods pleadingly...
What's next, more kidney stones?!?!?!?!?!?

Flesh Graveh McJones...

Well, not much has happened, at least that I can speak of here on this blog. There is another, but good luck finding it, it is nothing like this one. But it definitely delves much deeper...
"Onward to the next subject..."

This is Jeremiah. I met him through my wife's friend at work who was a nurse there. He is her son, but he is in a coma right now and not expected to live. It is a very sad tale, and I could've played a hand in making it an alternate reality instead. But these are just private musings on something I have no power over to alter in any way...
Everytime I saw him he was either on the upswing, or down of it. Never in between. I really did like him, but he was doing too much KOOKOO juice to be around without thinking he was gonna end up having police involved somehow. He was a fragile soul and when he'd have his shit together, he was nothing like that picture.
THAT IS WHAT DRUGS DO TO YOU, PEOPLE.
For some reason or another, he was getting a prescription for methodone, possibly for a neck or back injury in the past. I used to buy my weed from him, and occasionally counseled him on things he was bothered by, and what to do to change these things. He was often very depressed and enslaved by the medication fed to him by people who did not care what they were doing.
I started AA and he was intrigued at my own personal transformation, although more physical than mental.
"But that is something entirely disputable somewhere else more appropriate..."
Yes, keep to the subject...
As I've never felt comfortable sponsoring anyone, since I'm not perfectly mentally balanced by any means, I had often given him advice, and offered to take him to some meetings. He never went, but I heard he had been thinking about hooking up with me after he got out of jail this time. And that makes me sad that he didn't. It is a shame, and he has two small children who will probably grow up without a father, barring a miracle as he is on some kind of assisted breathing device now.
I had thought about him too, recently, and wondered if he'd straightened his shit out. Someone said they had gotten a divorce, he and Amanda, his wife.
So in summation, I will say he was an oddball to be sure, but if you knew how to handle him, he was actually an alright guy. Soon, although I hope and pray not, he will be returning to the earth. Another man's mental anguish will subside, to replaced by another.
"And another. And another..."
Et cetera...
With the exception of marijuana (as it is not a "drug"), I believe true drugs, including carelessly prescribed ones, have nothing in store for you but alot of bad times and eventually an early grave. I have no answers to any of life's questions and no cure all soul fixers, I am just a wayward onlooker, held captive by the travesties surrounding me.
Those fucking earthly clamors. They drown out my peaceful harmonious existence. Bad enough that I am a slave to the flesh...

Just a quick hi, since it is very early in the morning and I haven't went to bed yet. I stayed up doing some work on ye olde blog site here...
"We likeses it, don't we?"
A reflection of its creator.
I am a simple man, and ask for very little, except possibly your undying loyalty, and whatever bits of chocolate you may have upon your person. I am also easy to please, this meaning I'd really love to hear some feedback from y'all heeyah...
"We likeses it, don't we?"
Even from the haters.
Most of the blogs I find here on blogger are either gay political wannabe's who worship Michael Moore work like it's the Bible, or they are just plain too gosh darn boring to bother with. I will admit that I came here after reading the complete blog of Kevin Underwood, the Oklahoma Blogging Kid Cannibal, which ended up being kinda pathetically lame in itself.
If I still had all my Masters of the Universe action figures today, I would dedicate a blog and many score of video to their mighty escapades. I saw the Transformers Movie this weekend so that's what brought this crazy, half moon babbling about. I never was a big fan of cars, or ones that turned into anything else. The movie was ok, but a little dizzifying in its effects and fast paced, wild angled shots.
Muthafucka gave me Taco Neck before all was said and done. I give it a C+, would've been more if they wouldn't have spent so much time trying to get the Even Stevens kid laid, and got down to some asskicknicityness!!!
John Turturro was pretty sweet as a weirdo FBI agent eerily reminiscent of Jeffrey Combs character from The Frighteners.
So back to Masters of the Universe. I hear they are actually planning a new movie, and I sure hope to hell it is an adult version, because I wanna see some serious shit go down. When they did the original, Dolph Lundgren did all he could, but special effects were just completely unable to capture what I like to call WTF, for the sake of movie magic. And adding some balls to make it rule. Also, their best bet to direct and possibly write this is someone who played with those badass toys well up into their early adult life...
"ahem..."
Cough, cough.
Yeah, me. Well at least someone my age, because I was their target consumer when they started, and bought every little thing they put out with my hard earned lawn mowing money. He Man was the coolest, and he didn't even have THE STACHE.
He didn't need it. But he had one deep inside though...
We all got a little in us when the need calls.
"Well..."
Andy Dick?
Ok, well maybe not Andy Dick.
Damn, it's near 7am...

Fuzzless Bacon and the Sacrificial Lamb...

Wow hey, look at the Stingmeister go!!! That's alot of air for someone to jam to, ya know? I will treasure this night for the rest of my life...
"A dream dance, a shared romance..."
SYNCHRONICITY!!!
(They opened with it!!!)
I can't believe I found pics and video of it the next freakin' day!!!

I started out from home, going to pick up my rental car. It was supposed to be a Stratus again, but dammit, I ended up with an Avenger or something like that. So I drive to my friend's in Springfield to get a toke up or two, then head out to I-44. I got a call from Jay saying he was just a little farther down the road than me. I never caught him, as he was speeding, and I didn't wanna get pulled over, and possibly detained...
When I get there, the exit before mine claims that it's the exit I'm searching for. But I pass it on by. Already the sick feeling in my tummy is beginning, with good reason as I can see my exit is thoroughly backed up. It is closed when I get there, and I'm detoured into a part of town where I am painfully aware that I am now a minority...
"A hated one at that!!!"
Damn you, Mapquest!!!

I found my way in, and marveled at the awe that is Scottrade Center. It is huge, and there's a bar or two in there, among other things. Apparently the St. Louis Blues play there...
I also stopped at a few tee shirt stands, and got this one:

So I enjoyed the show, shared a few email addys with a few new friends, and headed back home, where I got terribly lost, and somehow found my way farther down the road on I-44 luckily. I hauled ass when I could, as the other Police were out in full force, snagging speeders and swervers left and right.

"My bunghole was puckered a time or two."

I hung out with my Buddeh Keithy until it was well into daylight hours, then took my dad to breakfast. Then I headed on home to finish out the rest of my week's vacation.

And toketh some more...

It has been a tough week of vacation. I hit a kid last week on a bicycle with my car and finished off a difficult class for work, among many other stressful things. I will go into these a little more in detail later, I just wanted to get this out there, before it fades from my memory.

Especially the accident with the kid. It was quite nerve wracking, and I am still unable to find out his condition, Hell I just hope he wasn't hurt too bad, if at all...

What a Police Themed vacation!!! Both kinds. The ones that make you squeal with glee, and the ones that just make you squeal.

And I don't ever wanna hit another kid, I almost didn't even go to the concert because of it. I felt really bad for awhile, the whole damned weekend, because some kid decided to dart across the street right in front of me. He's lucky I didn't kill him.

"Hell, you're lucky it wasn't your fault!!!"

That I am, that I am...

Still, if that little turd wouldn't have done what he did, I wouldn't nearly have had a coronary while I was surrounded by the fuzz.

Now when I even see a kid, I get all nervous-like and paranoid another will come flying out of nowhere. I'm pretty sure you are only allowed one hit kid in your lifetime. After that, they start with the whole pattern thing. What if you're like me though?

"Really fucking unlucky at times..."

Check out my videos I added to the right side of the blog, they are kickass, and you get to see just what the Graveh does in his spare time...

Besides toke, and pummel kids with his car!

Don't Thand Tho Clothed to Me!!!

I had planned an in depth look into the life and times of the Idol one, but since I'm pressed for time, I will just say my goodbyes, and head my way on out the door, merrily humming the melody to De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da. I will be seeing them later tonight in St Louis, and I can't wait. They didn't have the right car at the rental place, so I will be driving an Avenger instead of a Stratus. They claim they aren't made anymore. Too bad, I loved the shit outta them!!!

Tho, here we go then, I'm off to thee the withard!!!

Thankth guyth, I'll thee ya later...

More to come on this, when I return, hopefully with some kickass pictures to share. No horror stories tho...

Please!!!