So my ticket for comi-con came in the mail the other day and I'm exited as a green snake in a sugar cane field.
Enough of this crap talk about super powers, I love super powers, super heroes, comics with or with out supers. Super heroes are great, they give us something to look up to, I mean hell tell me one thing wrong with super man, just one...well ok there are a few things wrong with the guy like he's kinda boring and like can't die, ever. Ok so he's not the best example, but my point is never the less completely right and without compromise. If you don't admit super heroes/powers are totally kick ass you are obviously a pinko commi-sympathizer.
We got all my banking trouble squared away, you could not fathom the amount of bull crap one has to go through to set up an IRA with fidelity mutual. I gota say I have never has such trouble just opening an account with a bank before. So the story goes the account is open and a check is in the mail then we wait, and wait and wait some more finely I call them about my account balance still being zero and the douche face customer service guy was all "sorry there is a hold on your account fuck off..." and I'm all "pardon?" then the douche "Fuck off I say, there is nothing to do about it" to whitch I reply "buy why??? said account was only recently open, I had narry a chance to piss off yonder banking establishment, all I did was give you money...don't you like money?" "get back to us in three business days was my only instruction"
Then time passes. I wait and two weeks go buy. A letter comes in the mail and wouldn't you know it BLAMO! account closed, and I am not amused. Then we go though the bull shit dance of phone tagg and now finaly over a month since I opened the fucking account NOW they are letting me give them all my money, you know what Dear Reader FUCK THEM! I'm keeping it, screw this IRA crap.
oh yeah, hojo linked me to this badass place to get glasses on the interwebbz, so we'll have a short list of frames I'm gona chose from to replace my busted up ones, if ya want you can help me chose the new pair. I'm planing to get at least two so chances are you can affect my purchase decision.
Rock!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Wrinklebox
Lets see here, I'm out of the IMBC but it's not all bad, hjo3 is out, so is beef and logan. So we don't feel all that bad but I would like to have more of a macho excuse than my gnarled hobbit fingers don't lend themselves to using a laptop, let's explain. Heather and I were out late paining the town red, and by the town I mean the local park by painting I mean swinging on monkey jungle gym things. So we were showing this group of young punks just how we kicked it on the swing set back in our day. And one thing lead to another, wouldn't ya know it I got served, not to be confused with getting rapped at like what happened to me and hjo3 at the car wash that fatfull day, no sir they danced, danced a horrible dance of pelvic gyrations and leg swinging. It was a wicked sinful dance, surly inspired by the dope. Shamed by the obvious superiority of the hoodlums dance talent my significant heather and I slinked off back to her habitation.
So when we arrived at the house of Freeman it was late in the eavening already close to twenty three hours, never the less yours truly trudged through a masterful little read about the socio-economic implications of hellokitty and co. Late in the hour it was when we completed our blog post entry, close to the witching hour in fact, a modest hand full of moments separated me from complete disqualification from the contest of blogging. I paused for a moment to word count, I was quite confident in my completion of the three hundered word minimum, but remembering disqualifications for being as few as five or something words under it pays to be careful. Just as the text was highlighted, my hobbit fingers hit one of the hair trigger switches and nobbs on the near transhuman age laptop I was borrowing from my best girl. And then just like that the text was gone, vanished from the electronic plain impossible to recover though mundane means. I tryed everything, paste = nothing. Undo = nothing. The auto save had already saved the pasted text, which was like a url or something I don't know, long story short. i was all pissed and through a tantrum. And well you know the rest,, but hey it wasn't completely out of apathy, it was incompetence...which is kinda worse. ya know what I take it back, I just didn't feel like blogging, yeah that's right, I was bussy with like stuff and things and also dancing.
Oh yeah I got a package from the interwebbs the other day, it's pictured above. The tape used to hold it together was simply covered in wrinkles that made my toes curl. Needless to say we shant ever do business with that particular mercant again.
Rock!
So when we arrived at the house of Freeman it was late in the eavening already close to twenty three hours, never the less yours truly trudged through a masterful little read about the socio-economic implications of hellokitty and co. Late in the hour it was when we completed our blog post entry, close to the witching hour in fact, a modest hand full of moments separated me from complete disqualification from the contest of blogging. I paused for a moment to word count, I was quite confident in my completion of the three hundered word minimum, but remembering disqualifications for being as few as five or something words under it pays to be careful. Just as the text was highlighted, my hobbit fingers hit one of the hair trigger switches and nobbs on the near transhuman age laptop I was borrowing from my best girl. And then just like that the text was gone, vanished from the electronic plain impossible to recover though mundane means. I tryed everything, paste = nothing. Undo = nothing. The auto save had already saved the pasted text, which was like a url or something I don't know, long story short. i was all pissed and through a tantrum. And well you know the rest,, but hey it wasn't completely out of apathy, it was incompetence...which is kinda worse. ya know what I take it back, I just didn't feel like blogging, yeah that's right, I was bussy with like stuff and things and also dancing.
Oh yeah I got a package from the interwebbs the other day, it's pictured above. The tape used to hold it together was simply covered in wrinkles that made my toes curl. Needless to say we shant ever do business with that particular mercant again.
Rock!
Friday, April 4, 2008
IMBC#4
Dear Reader,
Heather and I just went out to see ten thousand BC (SPOILER WARNING). Surprisingly good, filled with good time spear stabbery. My personal favorite bit was all the mammoth cgi…or maybe the squawky killamagiggs in the jungle, also there was some story about a tribe of hunters and some people get kidnapped and bla bla bla. But after that some gnarly old Egyptian dudes get stabbed and then this dude is all “HE IS NO GOD” And then they all make that kill the infidel noise it’s all “LALALALLALALRLRLAR” or something I know what it sounds like but can’t make the noise in my head turn into words that stay on this strange electric paper in this magic world wide web box that fits neatly on my lap.
Let’s see let’s see what else do we got goin on here…we just went grocery shopping…wait wtf? I just spelled the word grocery correctly on the first try, how the hell do I do something like that? how I ask you??? earlier in this same blog post thingy I miss spelled bolth infidel and gnarly yet a sound as bizarre as “grocery” just flows miraculously onto the page like some nifty word flow machine. Sometimes I absolutely hate the way my brain works, ever have days like that? for me that’s every day.
Hey you ever notice how that chick from the tomb raider games and Tifa Lockheart from FFVII look alike? think about it. They both have daisy duke shorts, suspenders, and gloves, they got them long brown blackish hair. I don’t know but these things bother me, it’s like no one cares that the tomb raider chick is a total rip off of a vidiya game icon. But ya know what? I go back and read this last paragraph and find myself loosing interest in my own thoughts so now for no raisin a sexy party…clothing optional.
In closing I would like to thank my pastor my rodie crew and most of all DJ Jesuse up there in the big disco in the sky, my only home boy I can count on to watch my back and not take any embarrassing pictures of me after I pass out after a heard night of playing the spoons in my Donavin cover band. He truly was a folk rock troubadour.
Rock!
Heather and I just went out to see ten thousand BC (SPOILER WARNING). Surprisingly good, filled with good time spear stabbery. My personal favorite bit was all the mammoth cgi…or maybe the squawky killamagiggs in the jungle, also there was some story about a tribe of hunters and some people get kidnapped and bla bla bla. But after that some gnarly old Egyptian dudes get stabbed and then this dude is all “HE IS NO GOD” And then they all make that kill the infidel noise it’s all “LALALALLALALRLRLAR” or something I know what it sounds like but can’t make the noise in my head turn into words that stay on this strange electric paper in this magic world wide web box that fits neatly on my lap.
Let’s see let’s see what else do we got goin on here…we just went grocery shopping…wait wtf? I just spelled the word grocery correctly on the first try, how the hell do I do something like that? how I ask you??? earlier in this same blog post thingy I miss spelled bolth infidel and gnarly yet a sound as bizarre as “grocery” just flows miraculously onto the page like some nifty word flow machine. Sometimes I absolutely hate the way my brain works, ever have days like that? for me that’s every day.
Hey you ever notice how that chick from the tomb raider games and Tifa Lockheart from FFVII look alike? think about it. They both have daisy duke shorts, suspenders, and gloves, they got them long brown blackish hair. I don’t know but these things bother me, it’s like no one cares that the tomb raider chick is a total rip off of a vidiya game icon. But ya know what? I go back and read this last paragraph and find myself loosing interest in my own thoughts so now for no raisin a sexy party…clothing optional.
In closing I would like to thank my pastor my rodie crew and most of all DJ Jesuse up there in the big disco in the sky, my only home boy I can count on to watch my back and not take any embarrassing pictures of me after I pass out after a heard night of playing the spoons in my Donavin cover band. He truly was a folk rock troubadour.
Rock!
Thursday, April 3, 2008
IMBC#3
Dear Reader,
I went out and got the first season of friskydingo after work today. And I have come to the conclusion that jet boots do indeed rule. There is simply no question about it, what are the two things that no one can depute the coolness of. If your answers are anything but rockets and boots then you really need to examine your prioritys. Also boosh for some raisin. (that was a double right there, did ya catch it?)
Today was perty awesome, I got off work early, went to hang out with steavo after that and saw
What else what else um...I was at the OG and saw gus, he's been better but like always is in good spirit, talked to him about kittens and lumberjacks and other wonderful things. Ohyeah he set up my ira thing and I just gata pop over to fidelity or something and open an account then boosh I'm all over an ira Roth 401 cobra something. it sounds good to me so I'm jazzed about it.
OHMYGOSH I almost forgot about comi-com, booked a hotel room today, it's the red lion just two blocks away from the convention center, also tickets were purchased for said comi-con. Logan and HOJO might come with Heather and I but only maybe, HOJO is all "blarg driving" witch is understandable and logan is all "can't leave the store amoda would sell everything and run away to mexico with the pool boy" completely unfounded suspicion if you ask me, I think she'd run way to brazil with her hair dresser but that's just me.
Rock!
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
IMBC#2
Dear Reader,
Some times you just don't feel like ya fit in, know what I mean? like earlier today I was miserable but as a monkey I was so stupid I tried to ware a hat on my but. That's why I want to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wares a suite. That's why I'm transferring to business school. And some day if the stars align for me I'll become head of the fox network and get to cancel great shows before they're given half a decent chance. Also there will be prizes for the best costume.
Oh yeah hojo came up with this silly game the other day, you come up with two rhyming words and give a short clue, then others try to guess the words, i.e. an igneous latch, the answer would be a rock lock. Call me a nerd face bastard but I find this distraction quite amusing. He, login, Amoda, Heather, and I played it, for about an hour of so at the end of the evening the other day just going round and round coming up with progressively sillier rhymes as the night came to an end. Um... I'm not sure where I was going with this besides I have a soft spot for rhyming games, also staying out late with the posy having good times where no one makes the mistake of confusing creosote with tree sap.
So as anyone who knows me could tell you I am a badass rocker with a devil may care attitude, but you put me in a room with a litter of puppy's, kittens, or jumbo spider mites and my gruff prickly machismo melts into a gooey cooing pool of (hey three words with two 'o's in a row...) wuv. I mean who among you could look a drooling (nother double 'o') little puppy muzzle in the squeak hole and not go all "whooz da cutest wittle guy in the whole litter? hu hu who is it??? is it you?? yeah it is, it's you with your wittle spotty tail and freckly nose". Any one who says otherwise is either a lazy hippy or a pinko commie and that's the truth. Speaking of hippies, the game "kill the hippies" from the other day, man I wanted to like that game. Wanted to like it so so so bad, but it was all hey "we're so high right now" and I was "what the hell game I thought you were cool" and it was all "hey man I'm still cool to drive" then it stole my wallet and charged up a grand of slim jims and malt liquor on my bank account. And speaking of board games that game Muwahahaha or whatever man that was bad, I read though the manual on the way to ADV yesterday and almost cried, so forking complicated it looked. Why can't I pick a good game? The only decent pick I made was red dragon inn, and I only picked that one on account of The Great Justin’s glowing recommendation. So basically I'm batting O for Two as the games go, oh well maybe I'll find something cool next month. :(
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
IMBC#1
Dear Reader,
We've been talking and everybody agrees that you are way to picky about who you date, you're all "ewww he's got a vile lizard tung" or "I might have liked him if he weren't a pompous dim wit who threw me in prison". But we all know what you actually want in a man, you my good captain are holding out for a nice guy with one eye. As that may be all fine and good we fully support you in your noble quest of cycloptian love exploration I offer you one sexy alternative. You meet me in the love-nasium and I'll sport an eye patch. Either that or you point out some guy you like with two eyes and I'll use my new invention to poke one of them right out of his noggin, I call it the fing-longer. pretty catchy don't ya think?
Also the Goon rocks hard, closely resembling a hurricane in the manner of rocking that is. I was mildly hesitant to start a new comic for some raisin but now that I have I am so so so oh so glad I did. Hojo was all "it's rocksum" and I was all "but it's called the goon, it can't be good" then he was all "pff your right you wouldn't get it...plebeian" to which I retorted. "theme's fightin words cuzin" and it was basically left at that for like three years until last month when I picked up the latest issue I think it was around twenty or twenty one. Well the first thing is see is the goon doing battle with a gigantic transvestite while a group of young street urchins steels from the distracted goon a crate of dynamite with which he was about to blow up the local house of burlesque. Well dear reader I fell in love with Mr. Goon right then and there with him beating the tar out of that pig-tailed man mountain. So if any of you love fantastic thing I give the goon fifty three big tubs of popcorn out of five.
ROCK!
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