Not a Peep Outta You's Guys...

 One of those millenia...
One of those days where you feel like everyone hates you, like the world itself is crushing your spirit. I dunno, I guess right now that nothing could fix what ails me. But just what is it that ails me exactly?
Is it the season ending episode of The Walking Dead heralding in around seven months of complete boredom? Probably not, but it ain't helping. Not sure what it is, but it leaves me squirming in my seat, clutching at the corporeal...

Was I always doomed to feel impending doom? Do I bother to struggle or even make a peep?
Will anyone hear the muffled cries of the self damned, or will it even turn a head or two?
Or will the daydreams of the unfettered mind continue to waft and drift on their own, oblivious to the throb of mein own pulsating...
Flatulence. The stink of indifference and unbridled malice towards the romantic notion that it'll all just be hunky dory. When, in truth, it is not...
It all ends with someone's last breath wheezing out of them, people scurrying to get a better ganders, and a bunch of worthless fucks looking at their watches at the wake. They are all as dead as the man in the casket, their material forms just haven't been hipped to the jive yet.
Why bother to tell them? That's almost not even actually a question, more a statement of...
Utter defeat, for now.
Lady Ice's heart will melt, won't it?
And just how many winters can she hold?

Anyway. What's up, you fucking nerds? I just finished watching Game of Thrones, season one. It is a really good show, I just wish the softcore porn aspect of it would dry up and blow away. Episode five featured some guy's ding dong, and around ten seconds of hearing a dood blow another dood.
Now look, I'm not against gay people. Not at all.
But do I need it in The Lord of the Rings?
Hells naw.
Also, disregard my earlier meanderings of malignant poo-ness. It helps to get it all out, in some form or another. I prefer off the wall ramblings and hidden meanings in mein.
One last thing: The Harlem Shake.
I love it and it never fails to release the mirth.
Oops, just got a ringy dingy on my phone.
What now, peeps?

Check Out Mein Goateee...

As is always...
I will say firstly, and foremostly as well, that I was rudely awakened at 4:00 am this morning. It is now 8:44 am, still up and at 'em. I seem to be working my way through a full pot of coffee, with possibilities beginning to become reality with another pot on the way...
Amazed as I am that I am actually awake at a time that I could finally enjoy bacon at its finest: quantity and quality wrapped up in one fell swoop...
Alas, I've drinkied enough coffee to quell any hunger daring to rear its ugly mug inside this dwindling torso. A mug for a mug, almost as if to smash in its face with my giant ceramic flagon of a java holder, laying it asunder among the shattered shards of mein stein...
Oh yeahhhhhhhhh, I can lay that shit on pretty thick, eh...?
And somehow, in the end, I shall tie it all off with a nice pretty bow by way of clever title, and you shall applaud its idiocy, or glare in icy silence at its unmitigated audacity.
Or not.
Saw Hansel und Gretel Friday night. Very nice. A+ all the way, it should've done way better at the box office. Marvel's Hawkeye, Jeremy Renner, seems to hit his mark once again as a superiorly skilled bowman. Go figure...
He's coming a long way from his Road Trip days. Skip that Bourne crap and the other crud that is Hurt locker fare, he needs to do way out there shit.
IMHO, he's kind of the big screens Daryl from The Walking Dead...
Yes, The Walking Dead tonight, folks.
After today, the season finale will be all we have until mid October. I saw somewhere that they said in Rolling Stone that twenty four characters will die. Does this mean they will have to kill some of them twice?
Or thrice?!?
If this is the big one, then Herschel's gotta go. I think Lil Kickass also finally has to go out with a...
BANG .
Can't be toting around some wailing sack of poopies all over a sinister realm such as this. I mean, they already killed Mama, so since they didn't kill her and Judith the way it was in the comics, they need to tie up that loose end.
Rick'll probably start getting the ringy dingies again, but it has to be done with.
Anything elsies?
Hmmm...
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Powdered Glovies...

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Saw The Incredible Burt Wonderstone this weekend, it was ok. Nothing special...
The movie should've been about Jim Carrey's character, he was way cooler.
Way...
So another post in March, six days from the last so back off. I'm trying here.
Losing weight still, eating soooooo healthy. Last time I weighed in was at an even 180 pounds. I know since then I've hit the 170's finally, I just need to check it at work. Also getting geared up for full time workouts, now mostly just light cardio, lifting, and some lifting.
I feel alot better, it's probably due to a near vegetarian diet. Once I feel the last beads of fat disappear I will start heaping on more fish and chicken, even occasionally some beef, to the heavy load of greens and fibery stuffs.
I'm ready.
I even have my mp3 player powered up and ready, and the sweeet little fingerless glovies...
I've got some glovies.
Glovies...
I'm bored, and it's 11 pm. What the fuck are you doing then?
I should be in bed, but I do not sleep.
I do not sleep.
Do not sleep.
Do not.
Donuts.
Mmmmmm...

Squirrel Nut Slippers...

Wow, so gifs work here now?
So anyhoo, finished my latest evaluation from work which I passed with flying colors.
Yippity doo dah!!!
Now the other two have to do theirs. I, however, am done with that shit until next year. I do think I won't be worried anymore after this last one. I finally feel like I've thoroughly got it down.
Moving on...
Saw Wreck It Ralph and The Hobbit again. I meant to see that Oz movie with James Franco, but I would seriously prefer to avoid the masses as it were. Not a fan...
We did watch [REC]3 last night. Very nicely done, and the gore was pretty dang sweeet in itself. Thankfully, they dropped the whole found footage angle, and did this one like it should be.
Crystal clear, without all the shakiness...
Other than that, not much going on. Just chillin', tokin', and being a general loungeabout.
Thinking alot, having revelations, all that jazz. Also workiing out and eating extremely healthy. Everyone notices finally that I've lost alot of weight, or redistributed it. I feel decently physically. Mentally, I'm ok. Nothing super duper, but I'm not all wah wahhhhhhhhhh or mad.
Soon, I will be ready for pictures again. I had a temporary ban going, but it's about to be lifted.
Yay for me!!!
Yeah, I guess I'm on an upswing. Everything seems to be going ok, nothing great, but nothing catastrophic looming in the semi near future to spook me back into my rabbit hole.
Run, Ronnie, Run!!!
About the only thing that's really bugging me right now still is the fact that I feel always like I'm rushing, rushing, rushing...
Where?!?
To my death?!?
That's what it feels like. I chase time. I'm never on time. I'm always on the brink of it, hanging by a fingernail on the edge of it. I want to settle down, relax. Block out all the wayward noises...
I just want peace. I'm trying to have it. The only problem is that it's one squirrelly sumbitch.
And that little fucker has some teeth on him...
One way or the other, he's still going in the pan. No buts about it, gonna roast those nutz...
And make slippers out of his stinking pelt.

Giblets...

So many brilliantly articulate wordstuffs I had to share. My mind was to be a virtual buffet of anything one would care to sample, if they so chose.
Yet here we are, agape in defiant rapscallioness. Yes, I know it's not really a word...
I dunno, I feel like a serious corner is turned only to find it winds back around the other way. I do feel alot better about things. I don't want vengeance, I don't want to be right.
Because to be right would be something, wouldn't it?
Just kidding. Not really much is going on right now around these here parts.I guess my unstudied upon evaluation is tomorrow, and probably all freaking day. I just want it over so I can move on and just take another sweet toke of freedom from the bullshit. Ugh, stress...
It would be so nice to be able to fast forward where we may, but it would be oh so tempting to use it for the day to day mundane. How many would fast forward to their own deaths?
I've been thinking about things in the past. Why do I do this? Not really to torment anymore, more to retrace the steps upon which I've occasionally trounced and utterly bullrushed through as any buffoon would...
Blah blah...
I always forget to check how long it has been since the last time I posted. Hope it hasn't been too long. I wish I could just post directly from my brain to here because I lose it by the time I find my way to this plizzace. It would probably suck, or be completely hilariously pitiful and wishy washy.
Wahhhhhhh, I loved youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...
Wahhhhhhh, why did I dive into a bottle and become a recluseeeeeeeeeeeeee...
Wahhhhhhh, how come the world doesn't just bow to me as it shouldddddddd...
All these questions answered, and more, soon enough!!!
Once I get them figured out myself.
Calm your tits and get up off of my D, por favor.
Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez...
Sweet Han picture, by the way. Can't wait to see them all up on the screen together again. I know I mention having to wear boner pants alot, but this is one time I'd need some seriously reinforced buggers. I'd be wearing these pants for one other thing: A Kansas City Chiefs Superbowl appearance and win, of course. Anyhoo...

Freckles and Shit, Yo...

 Woohoo, the new midseason of Walking Dead is doing it up right, as usual. Sadly, we're going to be three deep in an eight episode midseason wrap up after tomorrow. It'll be over before we know it, and then there is the long, excruciating wait until mid October when they start up again. Sucksssssssssss..............

Rick is really coming apart now. I saw Carl is going to ask him to abdicate the throne. Silly Billy...
So tonight we're seeing the newest Arnie flick, The Last Stand. Looks good, and cheap as hell.
Three bucks a pop, to be exact. It was in the other theater when it first came out, but they had it in some room with seating for only around 60. WTF?!?
This is why I'm seeing it tonight. The theater here is pretty nice, it's just that no one goes here since they built the two new giant complexes that have a whole bunch of tiny ass theaters for around $9. Doesn't seem fair, does it?
That's why I don't go there unless I have to. Mine is deserted and I can bring in my own food and drinkies. You can't beat that. The other theaters are so packed that they either sell out, or are full enough that the assholes are spread out and won't move so you have to sit in crappy seats up front. People suck.
Phooey on them...
Yeah, so just hanging out watching videos, trolling people, and the usual tomfoolery. I have an evaulation coming up at work that's stressing me pretty good, plus my supervisor's boss will also be following me around. I just wish it was all over. I wish I worked for myself, owned my own shit. I would never make people feel the way I see it go down every day. Why is the world so shitty like this?
Overall I'm feeling pretty good, I've dropped down to 180. Eating well, all that.
Just trying to get by... man.
You know?
So many things swirling around in my brain. Trying to think good thoughts, sometimes succeeding. Does everyone struggle? Does everyone wonder what the fucking point of it all is? Does anyone?
Just me then?
I knew it.
Anyhoo, I sooooooooooooooooooo need to get the new Adam Ant album. I've heard quite a bit of it and it is nectar of the GAWDS. I've also been listening to the last two released albums. Appreciating them more now than I did then.
Strange.
At almost two months without drinking. I'd say congratulate me, but it hasn't really been that hard. I was ready, and feeling better was something I, and my body, needed. Soon...
To the gym. After next week, if I survive, I should have a clear window for the rest of the year. I'm ready to add the workout to my daily thangie. Once I lose the remaining bits of flab, I'll be ready to start eating all the chicken and fish I can wrap my throathole around to bulk up. I want to be huge this time.
Enough dawdling for me, time to finish the tokeout and get out of here. Nothing witty to add to that.
Toodles...

Asses to Asses...

Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...
Sexy ladeh.
Howdy, folks. Thought I'd post up to say I just got back from seeing Warm Bodies, and it was the bomb, yo. Good stuff, good feels. Lots of people saying, "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww."
A+. Rob Corddry stole every scene he was in.
Also, been eating right. Down from 206 to around 180 right now. Was going to start adding working out to the mix but I'm still fighting illness. My sinuses are a bitch. Not drinking and smoking will eventually kill that all off. Until then...
Ugh. Almost time for another few spritzes of Afrin. It works great, but reams your nostrils out in the process.
Have been doing some curls and crunches. Soon...
Either way, looking good. Now I just need to sweeten it up.
I had some deep crap to share here earlier, but alas...
I have to do it at the time or I feel all sillylike.
Hate that. Wish I could just upload it straight from my brain to the masses.
Just know I was going to say how life is better, and blah blah blah, yada yada yada...
Ch-ch-ch-changes.
Bowie style.

Is It Memorex...?

Whoa, a blast from somewhere in 2009. Interesting to see how I'm not even near as bleak as I was then. This nut should've been locked away for supersilliness!!!


Or is it. I'm not sure what day it is, as if you care. Or even the month. I can see now how my own self fixeyness will come in handy now. In the end, we make the bed we lie in... apocalypse, the end, blah blah blah...

In the end we will not even make a dent so what's the point?

I will continue on, I will conquer, I will win out...

I will be...

Credited for nothing. As far as that goes, I do not care. I shirk off the bonds of all that is expected and...

Will do exactly as I've always done, play my tiny part. The cogs in the wheel, you know...

I think somewhere we went wrong. We are a disease, we are a hope for humanity. We are alot of things that involve alot of sensuality that went wrong. A bad feeling, a thought awry, a diversion from the norm, nothing at all, an accident, a fucking accident...

I want to be the messiah so bad, yet I know I will not make a dent, not a fucking dent...

The most delusional are most often the people that are right, I hope I am not. I see things that are not very nice, not very...

PC. Things in my mind are monsters for most. The worst monsters in my mind are mein own, they all a figment of my... a figment of my... they are you. They are me. They are all of us. We are eternal, we are not eternal. we are eternal, we are not eternal.

To you, we are not infallible, in fact we do wrong whenever we can. We arethe Alpha and the Omega, we are not wrong, we are not right... we just... ARE. We fight, we fight even when we lose, but we are strong, we are strong...

We falter alot, we thank you for the kick in the face, yet we move on, we fucking conquer...

It's Not Easy Being Green... Or A Bean...

Happy New Year's, all.
Just sitting here getting ready to take a shower before bed. Needs be done...
My slippers are too fuzzy and snug inside and they kind of make my feet stink. Ain't nobody got time for that.
So, Cindi and I saw Guilt Trip today, and Hotel Transylvania Friday. Both were enjoyable, enjoyed the time spent with my minion, both seemed to hinge plots on family sticking together, all that. I was pleasantly surprised that Guilt Trip was good, Babs usually makes me break out in "ewwww, WTF"'s.
Anyway, working on mental whatevers this year, and back at the gym. I just have to wait until it opens back up. It's a free gym, with holidays off. Very nice, I used to go to it before. I like to run a mile before I do weights, get the blood pumping. I just wonder how long it'll take before I can run a whole mile without barfing a lung. Oh wellz, but I'll do it.
Anyway, blah blah blah, and a healthy dose of gobblety gook. I came on here tonight thinking I had something to say, but I don't, or it's blocked from me now.
Also, not drinking. Yay for me. Too bad I can't impose it on the rest of the world so I don't have to be subjected to idiocy. Now I just need to get to bed earlier on a regular basis. I'm eating semi decently, mostly diferent beans and green leafies...
Greens.
And beans...
It's not easy.

Give Me Time To Live It Up...

 Whoa, the postmaster has rung thrice this month so far. Vacation nearly over. Not really missing work. Not ready to put the silly nose back on just yet...
Ugh. Ever seen that movie where Nicolas Cage can go through the motions of daily life, and if'n he doesn't like it...
He can go back. I think it's called Next. I know I saw it, and probably posted on it here back in the day. Interesting concept, except I'd use and abuse the fuck out of it. I guess in the end I'd make an early save point where I could pretty much live out a life, and go back and second guess every second guess of every second guess. I'm pretty sure it'd be like back when I'd read those Choose Your Own Adventure type books as a child. I'd be too scared to commit to my choice, and would hold as many pages as I had fingers to be able to go back to a safe place. I guess that describes me to a tee...

Except you might as well throw in a dash of anarchy, balanced with a healthy smidgeon of fatherly, out of date wisdom. I wonder if everyone, or if anyone, wrestles with the giant pink baby of our fucked up coexistence. Would they bother to change a diaper, or lovingly coo at its initial fumblings with flatulence for an afternoon, let alone a measely fifteen minutes whilst I runs to da corner sto'...?
I used to think I was hurtling headlong into some sort of cataclysmic what ever the fuck, but boy...
Was I wrong?
I used to not have to rethink my thoughts in print, yet now I do. Was that last one really a question?
Wow. You know, I can't believe I let it all slide. I guess when it's gradual, you don't really notice the end result as hard.
And it helps the alternate reality your pride wants to remember to remain intact.
Imagine a future world where it all doesn't matter, all that makes you want to be a part of, be a working cog in the machinary spinning douchebaggery of...
It all dissipates, and then you wake to find you're still a babe in the woods.
And the horrifying story is even yet to be... uhhhh, beheld?
I truly understand how the true genius is never truly appreciated until well after the old ipso facto. I mean dead dead deadsky. Remember all those reports we used to have to do on Mozart and the other old wig wearing fools...
In the end they will all fade to nothingness as we all do in the end in the end in the end...
I want what this has turned into to end. I want the merriment to begin. I want the flagons to be filled, I want the confetti, I want the confetti...
I want a hero's return. I want the bards to recant earlier song with epic redemption of soul. I want to be the guy. I dream of walking among the masses and dealing out the judgement that they deserve. I dream the impossible dream. There are worse things, sadly enough, than the Rape of Nanking.
It is called the crime of nonchalance, the disregard...
Of all that is right and good.
I think the brightest stars burn for the longest time and give us a shitload of luminescence. The rest of us shine for awhile and then explode in a fiery explosion of explosive poo-ness.
I can't wait to reread this to myself and then forget it...
Nahhhhhhhhh......................
I know nothing of your life. I couldn't even presume to. I wish I was part of it. I hate that "another life" bullshit.
I also hate the old I wish I was your daddy but...
It'd be different anyway.
Wouldn't it?
In the end I'd win.
And you'd love me.
Didn't Hitler feel/think the same?
I'm truly living in the wild muthafuckin' west.

Apocalypsydoodle...

Ok then, folks. Messed around on some website and made myself into a zombie. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

 Then I did my daughter up. She was already wearing the helmet, so she had kind of an AD&D thing going on. Both of ours came out pretty good. And then there's this guy...

He was already a complete freakazoid before I put him through the wringer. Actually made him look even cooler than he was before, which was terrifying to behold...
Anyhoo, enough of that. After doing fuck all like this all morning, Cindi and I went to see This Is 40.
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm going to have to admit it was a bit much. Could've been whittled down to an hour forty five minutes instead of two and a quarter. I think they chicked it out too much, and they needed more cameos besides Jason and the doctor. I wanted to see even a few seconds of Seth, anything. Where's Craig Robinson, the doorman from Knocked Up? So much more could've been done. I liked it, but they semi failed...
So, yay, this year is almost over. We didn't all die, or half of us end up craving the flesh of the other half of us. Vacation is almost over. Still Thursday, though, so back off. Jeepers...
What to do, what to do?
The internet is dead, by the way. All the fun places I used to go back when I once again got a sweeet new desktop in '05. Everything so kickass and full of endless possibilities, or at least until the next thing came along...
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Now I just... GAWD. I won't completely blame this on Facebook, but it's doing its best to finish 'er offskies.
So little to do, see, anymore. Overloaded on images of suffering and destruction, or kittens chasing lasers...
I pine for the 80's. Plus everything was supersized. Nowadays, it's just the fries and the drink. Something's fucked up with that...

Super Stupors...

Wow, not sure when the last time was that I actually posted. Been awhile, I know that. I just haven't been feeling it, or have nothing interesting to say.
Ups and downs, baby.
I've been seeing alot of movies. The Collection, The Hobbit, End of Watch, others. All kickass, especially The Hobbit.
Right now I'm still waiting/wondering on the promotion coming up. I hope I get it, but it'll be hell once I do. I'm hoping to get it, settle in nicely, and go back to life before all this stress.
Nahhhh, scratch that.
I would like for everything to be wayyyyyy better than that.
Not sure what that'd take to happen, though. I have some ideas...
Yet alas.
Alot of things swirling around in a mind that'd be better left swept clean.
Also, planning on hitting the gym hard after the New Year. I know, I say this alot. But...
I don't really stray too far from semi in shape. I eat healthy most of the time, and I don't lay around like a fat fuck. Anyhoo, enough about that.
Sad about the Newtown kids, but tired of all this bullshit about wanting to take away all the decent peoples' guns. Check out the statistics, people. Places where good, honest folks can get them have less bad shit going on. Control, control, control. Couldn't be happy with things like keeping us filthy smokers outside with the trash, or limiting how much soda we can quaff down in one serving...
We are headed down a path strewn heartily with dogshit landmines. Not Chihuahua poo either, I'm talking Great Dane piles of steaming poo-ness. I also love how everyone who voted for Obama are still patting themselves smugly on their own backsides like they saved the world from certain doomage.
Puh-lease.
It'd be nice if people would pull together for greater things than this. Then again, if we didn't have such fine, upstanding celebrities like Angelina Jolie to usher in a new age of caring and understanding...
Where would we be?
Nothing like seeing her adopt a few rugrats, look down her nose at us for not giving everything we own to feeding the world's starving children, and then showing up to Hollywood crap in duds that could feed hundreds of people... for months!
Hell, I could probably get out of the red and well into the black with just her accesories alone.
The world is a fucked up place and I'm having a hard time feeling any of the love. It all feels phony to me.
The only difference between me and them is that I'm not deluding myself.
Guess it makes most feel better about themselves.
Distractions.
Makes a guy wish he could go catatonic.
Just please let someone come by and play with my ding dong from time to time...

Dickhead: Ground Zero...

 Hey guys. On pins and needles, eh?
I have no idea when the last time I posted, I'm guessing last monthish. Voted. My guy lost. Oh wellz.
Been working mein ass off. Trying to think of movies I've seen. Hmmm...
Other than Silent Hill and Paranorman, not much.
Erm, just...

Been trying to jolt an urge for fitness into my body. Eating right, mostly lentils, salads with alot of different stuffs in them, and nothing bad as much as possible. Totally on it, ready to be all svelte in this bitch.
Also, loving the new season of Walking Dead. That show would've made me jizz myself to undeath as a kid. Amazingly enough, no one I know even watches it. And that's fucked up.
Luckily, I have a butt ton of online freakazoids to rarely rub elbows with. I mostly just lurk and devour spoilers and technical FX jargon. I'm actually watching Talking Dead as we speak/write.
I wouldn't really say Chris Hardwick's stand up that premiered last weekend is any good. Sucked, actually.
We get it, you're a nerd. I''d probably like you more if you'd give up that Harry Potter shit.
Anyhoo, gotta puff puff pass that shit back to myself now...
Toodles.

With a Rebel Yell I Endorse This Message...

 Nice tig ol' bitties. Sorry I haven't posted much in the last month no one. Anyone?
Not much going on other than the regular constant inner turmoil. Wah wah, boo frickety hoo, lol.
Nahh, I'm ok. There just isn't much going on than going to work, sleeping, and waiting for the election to be over and for Obama to please, please, please not be President again.

 You know, if he died, then idiot Biden would be in charge. That would suck. The only time the guy doesn't gaffe is when he's stolen someone else's words...
I'm just ready for it to be over and for the Koolaid drinkers to die down with their nutzoid rants on Facebook.
Ugh, I gave up arguing anything with them a long time ago. Pointless...

Here's my pick for a winning ticket: Billy Idol and Vice President Steve Stevens. Tell me that wouldn't be the shit. Well, you could, but you'd a dirty, low down lying dog.
Anyhoo, saw Silent Hill last night. The plot was a bit confusing, but the cinematography is sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.
I also love the nurses, deadly bitches they were...
I'm on vacation this week, which is almost over.
Puff puff pass nugga.
If you like Romney please vote.
If you're a masochistic moron with a Koolaid moustache from blowing the giant cartoonish "pitcher of foul lies", then please feel free to sit in your car in the garage with the engine running and the door closed.
Listen to some NPR...

The Reverse Sleepy Gonzalez...

Wow, another lost post? WTF was I on anyway?!?



Cryptic enough, isn't it all? Reverse, reverse!!! Now Charlie Brown...

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, or deadens you a little more to the pain. Experience is an anesthetic, and knowledge a crux. To be blissfully numb to it all like the rest of you. I will soon blossom, or my wings will be torn from me. As usual...

I'm starting to believe I was meant to fail, to come crashing down, again and again. I have felt like I do since I was able to feel. Or remember...

I want to evolve, or better yet, DEVOLVE. The Soft Parade has now begun. Listen to the engines hum. People out to have some fun. Cobra on my left...

Leopard on my right, yeah. Out of sight, the lights are getting brighter.

Tropic corridor, tropic pleasure, what god has this brought to this mild equator.?

We need something to get us through, yeah come on!!!

Calling on the dogs.

Unfortunately, there are still a few animals, left out in the yard, and it's getting harder...

to decide. Strangers...

Collage Fromage Homage...

Wow, something I guess I didn't post from way back in the wayyyyy back. Maybe I did. Who da fuck knows?
Another medley of pictures lurking in the void. Uncle Jimbo surfaces again to take control of the nether regions using only his nether regions. Ronbone and Bobo can only watch in eager titillation.
"And anticipation..."
Of what is to come when the transformation and the coronation are complete!!! The mark of JIMBO will be upon us all by then.
"Let the Baptism of Jism begin!!!"
Yet there is another who could stop this. Would he not come forth and claim his more rightful and benevolent place among the heavens? He is of the blood of Bobo, turtlekin, and yet to be revealed in this storyline.
But soon the gears will begin to turn, setting off the mechanism for which will bring in a new era, one of wonderful tragedy and gleeful melancholy. The sound of the bones of the unworthy crunching underfoot will be sweet music to behold. A darkness will fall as to dampen even the most abundantly fueled flame.
"The Battle of Brothers has begun!!!"

Feed, You Must...

 Hi, everyone and no one...
Checking in. Let's see: the world is a giant shit sandwich and I continue to nom nom on them on a daily basis. Uhhhhh, tired alot lately. Irritable. Moody. Whiny bitch.
Anyhoo, on episode 16 or 17 of Scrubs. Probably won't get any more done since today I'm just not feeling it. Dying to see the new episode of Walking Dead...

Mmmmmmm, flesh. I'm sick of people always saying/thinking that zombies crave brains in particular. It's all about the flesh and bone...
Admittedly, I could live with a zombie apocalypse. As long as I could get to my loved ones first, and spirit them away to somewhere safer. My luck I'd get bit right out of the gate. Or not...
As far as shooting them, no problemo. I could give a flying fuck if I knew them before. Family would suck, though. Not sure how I'd fare. Personally, I'd want to come back and wander the planet if I screw the pooch and get turned. I mean... why not?!?
I've told my kid that if I died, unless I'm going to be a danger to her, then just let me somewhat live.
It'd be cool to see how far I got. Would I just stick to the old haunts, or would I/could I end up in a totally different part of the world?
Questions and queries and yodas and shit...
You know, I used to write poetry. That's like saying, "Did you know I used to be gay?"
Ha!
Most of it was drivel. I tend to speaketh in ten dollar words, or just end up berating GAWD for my own failings. These days, I can't even finish a sentence before I go back and erase it from my memory banks forever. I wonder how much of his own poetry Jim Morrison recorded vocally. The rest of the gang should do another album of that schnizz.
The bomb diggity, it was...

You're Probably Wondering Why I'm Here...

 And so am I, so am I.
Listening to Frank Zappa interviews from over the years, mainly extremely long ones where he really lets loose. Too bad most of the interviewers had no clue who they were even dealing with. Stupid questions for a man above most of what got flung his direction. ..
Were I given the chance to interview him, I'd need some time to not only compose myself, but not foolishly squander our time together. I wonder how he'd get along with today's Johnny Rotten, or for the old one for that matter.
Either way, he'd have been an awesome President methinketh...

Gotta respect the guy, though I personally love the shit out of him myself. Rare bird, a true genius.
We haven't had anyone of his caliber for a few decades. Nowadays, people worship a goofy twat like Lady Gaga with her meat dress, or whatever the fuck it twere...
Weehaw, Obama versus Romney in a battle of epic flippity flop floop. Who cares, though I know who I'm voting for personally...
Anyhoo, gettin' the schwoop schwoop on right now.
Ok, just came back from watching a little of the debate. I wish Frank was there to mop the floor with whoever, even easily both at the same time. So now back to your regular programming of cheese and whine.
The well is now officially dry.

Scrub-A-Dub-Dub-Step...

 Deep in thought? Fashionably pensive?
Nahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Deciding between sliders and somewhere that has tacos on their all you can eat buffet?
Perhaps, but not really. More likely, I'm not thinking at all. Or trying not to...

I will preface my next insightful comments by saying this picture of Frank was taken without his permission. Can't a dirty freak take a shit in peace? So anyhoo...
What I'm trying to say is that no matter how hard I might try to look like the first picture of Mr. Thinker, I end up looking like crap taking crap.
Of course, I'm not saying Frank is crap. You know what I'm saying...
I want an island, or somewhere deep in Montana, where I can raise me a crop o' dental floss.
I will only communicate with the masses via Skype, or whatever tickles my fantasy.
Until I am no longer at odds with the rest of the world...
Then would I return to claim my throne.
The Prince of Lies...
King of Nothing...
Fool.

I often wonder if I am just that. Then delusions of grandeur kick in. That's what they feel like after awhile, but are they?
I find it hard to believe it is ME all the time.

I saw Total Recall this weekend. It was surprisingly good, just minus the awesome cheese of Arnold Schwartzenblahblah. Also surprising is that I'd recommend it, very actiony...
Also saw The Possession, which sucked balls. If you suck balls metaphorically, then this is for you.

Other than that, just hanging in there. Fighting the demons in my head; sometimes winning, sometimes not so much. All you can do is keep punching. Right now, for some reason, everything I type just isn't working for me. You ever get that feeling? Just...
Nothing. Nothing to share, nothing of worth anyway.
Writer's block!!!
Wish it was contagious, and I had a sweet DeLorean that time traveled, I'd go back in time and give Stephen King a deadly dose of it.
Sorry, I'm rereading It. I find myself skimming the silly drivel he lays on pretty thick. I bet he was a complete doof. Nobody probably liked him, and he probably talked to himself, wishing bad things on them. Maybe Carrie is a wishful autobiography, and he'd love to be the Prom Queen, or was it homecoming? I don't remember...
I'm just saying he's not even 1% of all the praise heaped on him. He just wrote alot of dirty words, threw in some wishful sex, and BOOM...
Young teens hanging on his every word. Genius, I'll admit, but in the end kind of dumbs down a few generations in the process. Clive Barker blows him away. I love Cabal.
Anyway, enough rambling. I'm watching Scrubs with my kid and we are on episode 14 of season 1, a very long way to go. I will keep up the tally as I post later. We might even eventually get all the way through them.
It's an ok show, I'm not enthralled by it, but it's decently watchable so far...

RAWR...

Howdy folks...
Saw Resident Evil movie, can't remember the complete title, just that it's the fifth piece of shit so far.
The last one actually had some redeeming qualities, but this one is more than a slap in the face. It has disemboweled RE, bled it dry, buried it, dug it back up and pissed on it, then buried it upside down...
The only way you could see it was in 3D, which is total bullshit, but a good way to get serious bucks before word gets out how shitty it actually is/was.
Please reboot with a new director/writer/no Mila Jahovah's Whatever-the-fuck-it-is. Give it to someone who truly loves this enough to be able to balance being true to the material without cheesing it out. When I saw their Leon, I was immediately repulsed. Flabbergasted. Livid. Fucking pissed.
I still play RE4 on a regular basis, and would play RE2 if I could find the disc. Leon is the king.
PLEASE REBOOT NOW.
I would be completely happy with an animated film in 3D. Do it up like RE4's creepy look.
Give it to Romero, but make him stick to the source material and not try to put some "message" in there.
I'd love to see it all done properly. But then again, I'd love someone to redo Battlefield Earth the way it should be: as a trilogy, with oodles of moolah to pour into it. Love that book. Too bad that Scientology is a bunch of hokey crap.
Not much is going on. Work, sleep. Wishing the zombie apocalypse would hurry up and pop. One more month until Walking Dead. Andale.
Anyway, nothing clever to say today. Going to watch Scrubs and make a sandwich.
That is all.