Wednesday, September 29, 2004

I'll take some stir fry with that.

This is crazy! I have always wanted one of thse dogs since I was a kid but I can never remember their fucking names. I always have to go get a dog book to remember. Then I take a quiz and shazaam! I am one. All I have to say is I mother fucking Rule!



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Seeker's Webring

Ladies and Gents...Cretins and Miscreants....

If you haven't noticed I have made some changes, here and there, to my blog. Some of them have turned out to be truly shit so they have been taken out... the rest will be a test to see if they work.

One of the major things is I have created my own webring. If you notice at the top of my blog there is now a link to it. If you would consider joining that would be awesome. I have room for 100 blogs there, and it will be listed on a first come first serve basis. I will not deny anyone wanting to join as long as they blog somewhat often and continue to visit participating blogs when they have time.

Once we get a few blogs listed on it I am going to actively promote it on other ad based sites. For this to work I need you to guys to sign up though. It should create more viewership (hopefully) and expand our circle of friends a bit faster.

My next step in the phase will then to have participating bloggers create their own webrings and we will then again sign up on theirs (yours as well) I will create a tutorial on how to effictely make your webring and how to advertise it so that we may get maximum exposure.

Just click on the title of this post or click on (Join) at the top and fill in the blanks and we will be set to go.

I hope you will consider doing this so that all participating members will benefit.

Thank you for coming to play

Seeker

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Garfieldt's blog

I had a blogger stop by the other day and went to check out his site. His name's rik and I have to say that he is a very nice fella with a good blog (even if it is a booger green *chuckles*). Check it out and tell him "hey", and let him know that it is always good to have different people join our ranks in our little community.

He is also ant-Bush for all you fuckin' liberals out there (Reaz).

=)

So go on what are you still sitting here reading this for? Go visit his blog and tell him Seek sent yas and you are giving him a wasssssssssssup!

Saturday, September 25, 2004

No I do not.

During a period where I was actually trying to sort things with my wife I received some comps to see Reba. Now while I could give a rat’s ass about her or her music my wife loved her, so I thought that I would be the dutiful husband and take her to Oklahoma City and see the show. My wife, being the hick-a-billy that she is, was ecstatic. We went to the show and when we got there I surprised her with backstage passes. Woo hoo! Yeah…Right…Whatever…

We are at the concert early, as requested, and I am dismayed to see myself surrounded by cowboy wanna-be motherfuckers everywhere I look. The only thing from making this the perfect “cowboy hoe-down” would have been the smell of manure and the circling flies that seem to infest every arena and barn in the history of mankind. Songs start running through my grey matter:

I’m a Rhinestone Cowboooooooy……

Sweet mother of God save me from this hell!

The two of us make our way to the area we are supposed to be in and to describe it all I can say is that it is a room jam packed with people and tables set up with food. The country twang of the south is filling my ears, and I just want to get through this sea of wranglers and grab a seat. To get to the food was a pain in the ass all by its lonesome. For some odd fucked reason they had the line starting in reverse. This created a total traffic flow problem, resulting in fat bastards with their Santa Fe styled shirts; bellies sticking out like a prize (How the hell can they wear those fucking belt buckles? That shit has got to be poking into the old gut and causing some type of internal hemorrhaging), and they have their plates so loaded down one wrong move is going to be disaster for some unlucky fucknut.

Luckily, I get my grub and move way to the darkened back section and sit down to eat. This joy of joys lasted all of 10 seconds, but at least I got a brief moment of respite, for a big ass black security man comes up to me and tells me to get in line Miss Reba is coming. Now like I had stated previously I do not give a rat’s ass, so I try to explain this to the big dude with the sunglasses on. He isn’t having any of it and basically tells me to get fucked. His job is to make sure everyone is ready when Reba makes her grand entrance, and we are all in line so she doesn’t have to wait on us to give her autograph and get our pictures taken with her. God Damn I feel special! Grumbling to myself, I get up and find my wife already in line way up front. She was as excited as Ashton Kutchner the night he found out he was going to be porking Demi Moore! There was this little I’m in awe look going on and she was motioning me to come stand by her side.

I make my way to the front of the line, food still in hand mind you, and then I am accosted yet again by big ass black security guard Ditch the food Miss Reba will be here momentarily I wanted to cuss that cock-sucker out, but realized an ass whooping just really was not worth it. The food went into the trash, much to my dismay, and I waited in line with the rest of the dorks to get to meet the goddess herself.

Her arrival was less than spectacular, and I could not have actually been happier to see that short redheaded woman. I wanted to get out of this damn line and get back to sitting down and eating my food. Oh silly me! My food is now in the trashcan because of some prick that thinks he is a tough guy. Resigned to getting this fiasco over with I put my head down in submission waiting for my time with the hangman. When we finally get to the very front and it is my turn I had somehow spaced out, and was fantasizing about what it would be like to not be there but to be at a rock concert where people were normal and if they weren’t, they were stoned. I am jarred to reality by the exasperated look of the photographer, and quite possibly the people directly behind me telling me to hurry up. Oh Yeah, I got to get my picture taken So I go stand next to Reba when the next thing I know she is holding out her hand. I grab it and shake it thinking that’s what she was wanting. No, hun what are you wanting me to sign? Confused, I just stand there waiting for the photographer to take the picture. She then puts her hands on her hips and asks the question again. By now I realize she isn’t going to give up so I politely inform her that I am quite fine and I don’t want her autograph.

Stunned silence from the room as everyone stares in disbelief

Before I know what is happening there are 10 markers being shoved into my face telling me to quit being an ass and just have Reba sign something. I really do not think these people understand who, or what, I am. I look upon their pleading faces as if they are small little children that have no concept of what they are asking me. I shake my head towards them and tell them It’s all right she can sign two for you.

Have any of you seen Reba get pissed?

Well I have, and she gets red-faced just like all the rest of the world’s red headed people. I got to see this first hand when I turned back to her after dealing with all the marker pushers. My only thought process by this time was that no one in the world was going to make me take her stupid fucking autograph! Apparently she has never experienced someone that does not think she is necessarily all that and a bag of biscuits. Her self-imposed importance was demeaned by my lack of worship. To be honest I have to ask myself Do I really give a Fuck? I am sure that the answer is pretty obvious here.

I resume my pose, but this time I lean into Reba (who is so short she goes up to my belly button) and in her loss for words I get my picture taken and move on into the world away from this mockery of good times.

Now where was the buffet table? Ah, yes…

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Amber Alert Addition

While I know it is a bastard yellow, garishly bright and mostly would get me a thumbs down from the Queer Eye fuckers I still think I should add this this ticker to my blog and hope that anyone of the 4 of you that reads my usual rubbish could add it to yours as well. If there is a constant chain of bloggers putting up the ticket, and by some chance it were to help save one child from the horrors of life then it will be well worth it.


Thanks for your time and consideration in this matter.

Seeker

Sunday, September 19, 2004

See....I am not Irrational! Mom!

I swear to god Reaz always has these fucking things on his blog and in turn I just have to appease my innate curiosity.



Rationals, are the problem solving temperament, particularly if the problem has to do with the many complex systems that make up the world around us. Rationals might tackle problems in organic systems such as plants and animals, or in mechanical systems such as railroads and computers, or in social systems such as families and companies and governments. But whatever systems fire their curiosity, Rationals will analyze them to understand how they work, so they can figure out how to make them work better.

In working with problems, Rationals try to find solutions that have application in the real world, but they are even more interested in the abstract concepts involved, the fundamental principles or natural laws that underlie the particular case. And they are completely pragmatic about their ways and means of achieving their ends. Rationals don't care about being politically correct. They are interested in the most efficient solutions possible, and will listen to anyone who has something useful to teach them, while disregarding any authority or customary procedure that wastes time and resources.

Rationals have an insatiable hunger to accomplish their goals and will work tirelessly on any project they have set their mind to. They are rigorously logical and fiercely independent in their thinking--are indeed skeptical of all ideas, even their own--and they believe they can overcome any obstacle with their will power. Often they are seen as cold and distant, but this is really the absorbed concentration they give to whatever problem they're working on. Whether designing a skyscraper or an experiment, developing a theory or a prototype technology, building an aircraft, a corporation, or a strategic alliance, Rationals value intelligence, in themselves and others, and they pride themselves on the ingenuity they bring to their problem solving.

Rationals are very scarce, comprising as little as 5 to 10 percent of the population. But because of their drive to unlock the secrets of nature, and to develop new technologies, they have done much to shape our world.

The Four types of Rationals are:

Architects (INTP) | Masterminds (INTJ) | Inventors (ENTP) | Field Marshals (ENTJ)

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Saturday, September 18, 2004

Playing Chopsticks with Reality: Chapter 2

I have been thinking long and hard about what shall become the second story in this novelette and have settled upon myself as the next (hope you don't mind). To the skeptics out in this thing called life, my hat is tipped, and to you I say,Your beliefs are your own.To the rest of my dear audience a barely audible whisper comes forth Please take a seat and get ready for the show…


The Restless Spirit

Three days away! I say to myself as my truck starts to exit the freeway. My mind is free falling with how excited I am at the prospective of finally fulfilling one of my life’s ambitions. All of my hard work is finally paying off, and in three short days I am going to belong to the United States Navy, will be getting shipped to Michigan for basic training. And after that is completed my next tenure will be in “C School” learning cryptology and the mechanical application there of. I am a bit nervous, and that’s an under statement if there is one to be said, but I know once I am there and in my routine everything will be just perfect. Thoughts of my friends flit across my mind briefly as I recall how we have spent the day riding motorcycles, playing volleyball and knocking back a few Budweiser’s.

Man, I am gonna fucking miss my bro’s, but they will be proud to see me back and in my whites. The good-byes have been said and now I just have to wait.

I come back to reality and see that my boy Bobby is going to make a left hand turn across traffic so we can get some gas, and something to drink, before he has to be at work. I edge my truck a little closer as I anticipate his turn coming up. Ah, Hell No! I lean over to change the radio station Shit 21:01? I still have wait an hour before my girl gets off work.

Darkness Falls

Holy shit! Everything is black! At this very moment The most horrible gut wrenching pain enters my body and the only way I can describe it to you is to ask you to imagine peeling some hot, wet, gum off of the bottom of your shoe. My soul is being ripped from its shell and the pain is deafening. I cannot hear, I cannot see. I exist only in the pain. Suddenly, I realize that in fact I can see and am looking down watching myself lie beneath me as I am pulled away into the dark gray sky.

I try to scream as I realize that this is real, that I am not dreaming; yet no sound exits my mouth. I am as helpless as a newborn child letting whatever force that has a hold on me do as it wills. Just as I give in and relax, I feel a tension in the air (imagine a bowstring being pulled back readying to be let loose), my body is hurled as if from a catapult with such a force I feel that I shall surely be crushed once I make impact with the sea of water that is slowly churning below me.


I enter the water smoothly. There is no splash, no sound, and no pain. Rapidly my spirit descends into the depths of the water. The liquid is the same hue as the sky was above, and the only thing that concerns me is the need to breathe. I try to take a breath and realize that I cannot, but in the same instance I realize that there is no need for me to breathe. I simply exist, but to what purpose?

At the exact moment I reach midway, my descent stops. I find that I can freely move my head and limbs now but there is no reaction to the water around me. I am suspended in a sea of angst. I quickly look down and I see something that shocks the hell out of me. If you squint your eyes just right you can see it too. Through the water you notice a dark floating mass resting above the seabed. The only way you could describe it to anyone is that it looks vaginal in nature, but has no sexual connotation associated to it. Don’t you feel it? My God this is incredible! It feels so peaceful and loving. Let’s go have a look shall we? Suddenly I feel so tired...it is as if every ounce of energy in side me is gone and I am left with a desire for sleep.

My new body starts to drift slowly downwards. I really want to see what that patch of darkness is and lie beneath its folds. Just as I give in and let myself go to it; I feel a hand gripping my right shoulder keeping me from my destination. My body comes alive and my eyes gaze upwards trying to see who has me. Looking towards the surface I see something new. There are lights everywhere it looks as if there is a city right on top of this water! It is truly beautiful…and as my mind starts to reel from all this information I hear a voice.

Choose!

The voice sounds pissed and the most fucked up thing about it is that I do not hear it, but instead I feel it resonating throughout the course of my very being.

Again…

Choose!

I try to think my words to whoever the owner of this voice is.

What do you mean choose? How can I make a choice if I do not know the answers?

My soul feels like it is going to be destroyed when I hear the next reply, but the urgency is not lost upon me.

Choose or Perish! Time runs short.

For some odd reason I look down to the inviting darkness that calls to me, begging me to come down and rest. Then I fight my eyes towards the surface and the lights and it hits me! Don’t all those bastards on the telly always talk about how they go to the light or see a bright white light when they die? Well I choose the light, then! Oh my God! Am I dead?” I ask the voice.

The Choice has been made!, is all I hear as I am pulled from the water, and become a part of some sort of action that reminds me of watching a video in reverse.

Just as I am about to re-enter my body everything freezes down to slow motion Bullet-Time just like in The Matrix. My spiritual face comes to rest a breath away from my shell and I put my hand against its cheek. While this act was not of substance I know that the pain I am going to endure in the very near future will be worse than anything I have ever seen, or imagined.


Open the flood gates; the river Styx is about to come at me full force.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Man on Fire

Today's movie review will be about Man on Fire.

Starring cast:

Denzel Washington.... Creasy (side note: Robert Deniro was considered for this part prior to Denzel)
Dakota Fanning.... Pita
Marc Anthony.... Samuel
Radha Mitchell.... Lisa
Christopher Walken... Rayburn

If you have seen one Denzel movie you pretty much have seen his character in every other film. He uses the same fire and intensity with all of his peronsae and in the end you are left with Denzel. He is a good actor and I enjoy watching him, but his lack of change keeps him to the same roles.

Dakota Fanning was the little girl in I am Sam and The Grinch. Cute little girl plays her part very well. My only issue is her teeth! My God! She scares the shit out of me when she grins. Looks as if she lost all her front teeth at once so shes got little nubs sticking out of her gums. She should grow out of it and be a hottie if she doesnt end up like that chick off of Diff'rent Strokes. All drug infested and lezbo..

The only thing I have to say, ok there are actually two, is that she has that white bleach blonde hair and some thick assed black bushy eyebrows, dye or bleach it all darlin'! Also if she is in a big movie like this for God's sakes get that mole removed off of your nose every time I looked at your hot little body my eyes could not help but gravitate towards it. Ruins the whole effect I tells ya! 150.00 = 1 Removed nasty mole.

Christopher Walken always rules..... you put a drink in one hand and a cuban in the other.... You have fucking Oscar nominee all over his happy drunk ass.

Synopsis:

The basis of the movie is Mexico City and all the kidnappings that are going on. The rich have insurance and bodyguards so that they can be protected and everyone is always looking over their shoulder. The movie, while very good, was the same old play on revenge, money, and betrayal..(Yawn). I figured out the crux of the entire movie in the very first scene. Yes, they tried to throw in a few twists and turns but it stayed dead on to what I was originally thinking.

You see the rich dad worried for the safety of his daughter. Enters drunk ex-badass that cannot get a job to save his life (later you learn he is a washed out assassin for the US government) he is suicidal and by the grace of God is spared. He turns his life around, befriends the little girl he has been payed a pittance to protect, and next thing you know when he is to the point where he is as happy as a porn addict rubbing one off...Wham-O they shoot him, take her and make it look like she is dead. Of course he recoups, kicks ass and then dies saving her because she is really still alive.

Fucking hell people! If I ever see a movie that isn't so predictable I won't be spilling the beans.

Pluses ~ Christopher Walken
Some pretty cool torture scenes
Christopher Walken
Good acting

Negatives ~ Hot babe with bad Dye job
Hot babe with huge ass mole on her nose
Main character has gums instead of teeth (Scary!)
They used a bunch of effects where the damn screen would go totally black then the whole
scene would wiggle around like we were watching Fear and Loathing or The Doors!
(Save that trippy shit for a movie like that)


3 out of 5 stars

Lastly, this movie isn't based on a real story like they want you to believe. It is written by some author that uses a pseudo from Latin America. There is rumor he has really done these types of things so writes fictional stories about them. ... Yeah, you get a big Fuckin' Whatever! Schmuck!





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Saturday, September 11, 2004

Playing Chopsticks with Reality: Chapter 1

During our journeys we will come across many other souls. Their destinations may not be the same as ours but our paths will definitely cross in some fashion (whether we want it to or not). I am going to tell you the tale of three such people that have crossed my road and gave me a brief smile, or frown, before moving to wherever their journey takes them.

The Duster

Back in junior high we had amongst our ranks a kid that went by the name of Dusty Lee. He had been held back and his birth date put him at such a place that he became eligible to drive in 9th grade. I am sure quite a few of you are wondering what the big deal is, but to us it was a big deal, in a school made up of 7th, 8th, and 9th graders he was the only non adult that had that special ability. He had a driver's license! He drove a dark grey el camino and his usual attire consisted of a rock band t-shirt, black jeans, boots, and a duster. I personally never understood the look, it was more of a rocker meets cowboy (side note ~ a duster is an over coat much like a trench coat. The difference being the duster has a definite cowboy-esque feel).

Dusty was a pretty cool kid in my book. He never caused much problems and was always looking out for the 7th and 8th graders when the bullies came a-knocking. There were a few stories that circulated the school about his antics and some things that had happened to him and some of his compadres, but for the most part I think they were contrived just to add to his mystique. On a personal level I really never knew the guy as well as I could have. We had quite a few chats mostly about Metallica, and other heavy metal bands of the time. He was one good source that always knew who the next hot band was going to be and would turn me on to the latest albums. Were we friends? I would have to say "No", but we could have been if there was more effort put into it by either of us. Like I was stating previously we talked but didn't hang out.

For some odd reason this boy had a fascination with knives and guns. He was known to never go anywhere without his knife, and towards the end of his 9th grade year you could say the same thing about his .22 caliber pistol. Everyone knew he had it and if he was cool with you he might have even pulled it out to let you see it. I cannot recall him ever having to threaten anyone with it, but I think it was more of a safety blanket and what he used to deal with the big uncertain world. I cannot fail to mention that all the popular kids thought he was cool and let him hang out with them. He had connections and could get beer and liquor. They used him as a tool and the ability to get them what they wanted. I really wonder how many of those dumbasses ever realized that? That's here nor there I suppose... if they don't see it perhaps they will learn it in their next life.

Well, with the drinking and the mixture of an ever present weapon into the mix there can never be anything good come from it.


On this particularly sunny afternoon the usual was happening, ten or twelve kids gathered at someone's house during the day while the parent's were at work. Drinks, and good times, were being passed about as per norm. The most interesting thing that happened was that Dusty had decided he was done with living. (Much later after this event a lot of the kids talked about how odd he had been acting that day, and how he was sitting by himself for most of the party.) At some point during the get together a group was standing around Dusty having a chat, and for some reason he decided it was the perfect time to do what he had planned. He took out his .22 revolver and stuck it to his head and pulled the trigger. The room got deathly silent as the hammer snapped and made the dead sound that only a firing pin can make as it strikes air. "Dude your crazy" one of them guffaws from his acne infested face. The conversation resumes and a short time later he takes the gun out again, says " Hey guys watch this", pulls the trigger and this time everyone jumps as pin hits steel and the firing cap explodes sending hot metal at point blank range into his skull. Ricocheting about, the bullet exits the upper portion of his cranium effectively spraying the two girls standing to his side with brain matter and skull fragments.

Slow motion, time has stopped. These little fuckwits were shown the power of a soul who knew he was being used and had seen enough. He was finished.

At his funeral I came to realize that the people who attend said services are for a lack of a better word "fake". Mankind looks for things to pity, and acts concerned, when in all actuality they truly are not. If their concern was so fucking great these kids should have helped him or at least known enough about him to find out what was wrong before it was too late. Instead two of the bitches got to wear his last thoughts as make-up, and shall always be tainted with his last kiss.

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Little Known Facts About Seeker

Well I have seen a lot of lists from bloggers about themselves, and as I have added little tidbits here and there I thought my ramblings could be brought together here with some other useless and not very well known facts about all things Seeker.

enjoy.

1) The following is a list of vehicles I have owned since I was 16 (current age 32):

Subaru GL10 ~ totaled (transmission broke had only 1 gear/reverse was backing it up the street when I hit another car totaling both vehicles.

1981 Chevrolet Sierra ~ Sold

1988 Mazda B2200 ~ Sold

1992 Mazda B2200 ~ totaled (was rear ended by a 17 year old girl almost died)

1987 Mazda B2000 extended cab ~ Sold

1990 Isuzu PU ~ Traded for 1981 z28

1990 Chevrolet Lumina ~ totaled (ex wife driving on snow/ice)

1984 Ford Granada ~ Sold (Bought the car for 600.00 stupidest thing I ever did selling it. That car was good for the money spent)

1995 Pontiac Grand Prix ~ totaled (Gang Banger pissed me off and I became engaged in road rage)

1995 Pontiac Grand Am ~
Traded in for the Montana

2000 Pontiac Montana ~
Traded for the PT Cruiser (Biggest piece of shit I ever owned blew a head gasket 1k miles after the warranty went out)

2002 PT Cruiser Limited Edition ~ Currently own and enjoying.

1980 Chevrolet Camaro z28 ~ Destroyed (became parts car after blowing the Heads in a race against a brand new Z28 SS limited. Won the race dude was pissed. Took car to mother-in-laws and she sold it without telling me.)

1978 Chevrolet Camaro z28 ~ Traded for Honda Civic

1981 Honda Civic ~ Gave it to ex-wife upon separation and divorce.

That is enough to have 1 different car per year from the age of 16 until 30 when I bought my PT Cruiser; of course my cars lasted a lot longer than a year a piece and there were many times where I owned more than one vehicle.

2) I went to school at the Kansas City Art Institue to become an Illustrator/Graphic design artist. Dropped out because I am not the artsy-fartsy type.

3) Favorite color = Green (money, money, money)

4) I spent my entire youth playing Dungeons and Dragons.

5) I have owned three mini trucks all with custom accessories and paint jobs.

6) The IASCA Finals used to be held at the Tulsa State Fairgrounds. I was in Truckin'' Magazine
with my best friend and his girlfriend (eating hot dogs and drinking Bud)

7) I used to wear clothes that matched the Don Johnson look. I also did the cross over roll up on the pant cuff. I wore paisley slip ons, Acid washed Jeans, and I am a product of the 80's.

8) I had my ear pierced twice. The first time was on the day I graduated Highschool. I took it out the next day before I went home. The second time was when I was away at college. I told my brother who told my mom, who then proceeded to call me and confirm then she forwarded the information to my father who relayed a message back to me that if I didn't remove it he was no longer going to help pay my college tuition. Ear ring was removed. Mullet and stripes remained.

9) I have had a near death/ Out of body experience. White Light = Bullshit (in my opinion)

10) When I was 11 I had my tongue clipped. The skin grew back and I had to have the surgery again. It sucked goat's tit.

11) Favorite all time song is a toss up between Guns n' Roses "November Rain" and Tesla's "What You Give".

12) Favorite Chick Flick ~ "Serendipity" with John Cusak and some hot British chick.

13) Best Pet ~ A mutt named 'Arnold'. I cried when he had to be put to sleep and could not go into the room with him as they did it. I ran outside and bawled like a little bitch. I was 21.

14) I believe in fate, and that there are some thing that are preordained. At the same time I believe in Free Will and that our choices can affect our Fate.

15) The word 'Faith' is not in my vocabulary and I do not use it unless I explain my hatred of this word first.

16) When I had my car wreck my brain injury was so bad that I had mild Amnesia and could not remember addresses, phone numbers, or how to drive places that I had driven to for years.

17) I had a lot of medical problems stemming from the afore-mentioned car wreck. I took an IQ test and they found that I had Genius level (135-137) testing in Spatial relations and an IQ of 94-95 in cognitive skills. My mind had to be retrained how to access words, numbers, mathematics. It was awful. time of recovery was initially 8 months and approx. 4-5 years before I fully recovered.

18) I joined the Navy and was 3 days away from Boot Camp in Michigan when I had my car wreck my job was as a cryptologist. With a good record in the service of our country I would have been guaranteed a job with the NSA, CIA, or FBI. Didn't happen...I was damaged goods after the wreck.

19) I have a tendency to not give a fuck about being politically correct.

20) Since I was 9 years old and received a typewriter for Xmas; my dream has been to write a novel. My life has never given me the time to do so as of yet... perhaps some day it will be written.

21) I have three tattoos; a dragon, A pair of Celtic snakes intertwined, and a skeleton viking.

22) I have had some sort of (paying) job since I was 11 years old.

23) I killed a frog with my BB gun when I was 13. My first reaction was to verify his death and then to toss him onto my neighbors storage shed. I was extremely saddened that I did this and never shot at another frog again.

24) My mom has Xmas things up at her house 365 days a year. They are more like collections and collectibles but it always feels like a holiday when you visit.

25) Me and my lil bro used to take the old time cable box that had all the switches and double push buttons so we could see the soft porn on the pay channels.

26) The first time I had sex I was so scared I smoked a quarter ounce right before I did the do.

27) I have gotten my ass kicked more times than I have done the kicking. Almost every time I have been beaten down there just happened to be more than one person walloping me. I have never been taken to the ground during those battles, and usually ended up hurting their hands so badly with my face it hurt them more to punch me than it did for me to take the blows.

28) My lil bro looks so lmuch like me that we pass for twins and peeps think he is me and I am him. He used to work as a jailer with Tulsa County and over saw a supposed bad character that he went to school with. One day while I was driving home they saw me and thought I was him they ended up following me home and proceeded to want to fight me. I was enraged because I had no idea what was going on until they called me by lil bro's name. I then reached into my truck got out Mr Oxydol (a little Tee-ball bat that was a sales comp for my dad that I had some how taken for my own) and let htem know I was ready to fight all 5 of them. They drove away and later that night my lil bro ran into them and broke his hand on the top of one of the kid's skulls. Later we found hout the kid had two concussions from it and had to be taken to the emergency room. I never saw them again, neither did my brother.

29) I hate the sun and if it was over cast and gloomy every single day I would be pleased as punch.

30) I think that in American society we have lost our sense of morality and desency. I see a time in our future that we will lose our foothold on being The World Wide Powerhouse that we are today. This is not a popular thought and most peeps get rather fucking irate when I state this tidbit in general forum.

Da Ya Think I'm Sexy?

Also know as RevCo the Revolting Cocks took a Rod Stewart song from the 70's and vamped it up a bit.



Revolting Cocks - Da ya Think I'm Sexy?

Da ya Think I'm Sexy

She sits alone, waiting for sugestions.
He so nervous, avoiding all the questions.
His lips are dry, her heart's gently pounding
Don't ya just know exactly what they're thinking?

[chorus]
If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, c'mon sugar let me know!
If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, c'mon honey tell me
so!

He's acting shy, lookin for an answer
C'mon honey, let's spend the night together.
Now hold on a minute, before we go much further,
Give me a buck, so I can buy a rubber.
They catch a cab to his high-rise apartment,
At last he could tell her exactly what his means

If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, c'mon honey tell me so!
If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, c'mon sugar let me
know!

Woof woof!

His heart's beating like a drum, cuz at last he's got this girl home.
Ohhh... Relax baby, now we're all alone.

[distorted chorus]

They wake at dawn, while all the birds are singin.
Two total strangers, but that aint what they're thinking
Outside it's cold, it's misty and it's rainy
They've got each other, neither one's complaining
He says I'm sorry but I'm out of KY jelly
Never mind sugar, we can catch the early movie

If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, c'mon sugar let me know!
If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, c'mon honey tell me
so!

[clapping]

Sunday, September 05, 2004

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Saturday, September 04, 2004

Money Does Fall From Up On High

I was on my way home and had just left my place of employment when I see a guy and his little lady on a brand new chopper(the thing had a dealer tag on the back). You could tell he was cruising in style and the bike was very nice. I passed him and made my tired, weary, way down my usual route when I look in my rear view mirror and see a flash of turquoise pass me on my left. No biggy, that ride would kick my ass, I mutter to myself as I see a billfold flying past my windshield. There I was caught in a moment of disbelief when I see more shit flying towards the ground but this time I could see it was coming from the guys left front pocket.

Now don't get me wrong here, but I did think long and hard about going back for said wallet. Shit money was raining from the sky today and it is hard to pass up. I couldn't do it though... I made the decision to keep driving and if the guy pulled over into the convenience store or stopped at the lights up ahead I would inform him of his lack of money and other items that had dispersed quite nicely on this lonely stretch of road. Well to his luck he pulls in for some gas, and me being the Good Samaritan I pull in right behind him.

Yo!

(They do not hear me)

Yo Dude!

(The girl sitting on the back of the bike about jumps out of her pants as she realizes I am yelling at them)

(She taps wanna be bike dude on the shoulder trying to get his attention thereby starting a chain of events that almost cause him to crash as he lets off the clutch at the exat same moment and his bike lurches forward.)

Bike is now under control and he comes back towards me.

Yeah Man? (nervous look in his eyes as he questions what the hell I want)

Hey man You lost your fucking wallet back along the rode its by the bus plant right in front.

(Disbelief ensues as he checks his pockets)

Yeah dude it is gone go get it.

Shit man that has alot of money in it, Thanks alot!

No Problem.

Dude hauls ass to get his wallet. I have put myself in the plus side of Karma regeneration today.



Movie Time ~ Taking Lives

Taking Lives
This movie is a new release out on DVD/VHS


Angelina Jolie.... Illeana
Ethan Hawke.... Costa
Kiefer Sutherland.... Hart

Anything with Angelina Jolie has to be hot. I said to myself as I picked up the latest DVD and scuttled on home to watch it. The movie starts out with a bit of confusion in the very first. The director and story writers are trying to take enough information out that the whole movie isn't given away inthe first few minutes, but to me it seems more like it left the viewer a little lost and more in the What the Fuck? mode. The plot itself is pretty quick to figure out, and they try to throw curve balls at you in such a way that make you just want to ask the writers if they really think you are that stupid. I guess they do because this nonsense is relentless throughout the whole film. When they ran out of good plot they through in a couple of Angelina Jolie's titties and almost get to see the pubic area as she gets humped all over her hotel room.

During this sex scene they try to make some sort of artistic statement about the main character (Jolie) by having her perform intercourse in a bed that is surrounded by photos of mutilated bodies. While she is a hottie this was just definitely in poor fucking taste. I try to picture myself as the guy ravishing her tight little bod and then for a moment I picture myself looking around and seeing all that nastiness. In the real world a mother fucker would be saying something most assuredly.... unless, of course, he was a psychotic killing mother fucker that just happened to be stringing her along.... Hmmm.....

The one thing that pisses me off about the whole movie is as follows. In 3 different scenes there are shots of little men made from matchbooks or bread ties I really couldn't tell. In one important scene that divulges alot of information to the viewer our main character is down in a hidden basement of a house with a little bedroom set up as if a person was kept hidden down there in the cold damp dark. It is decorated with childrens things and we see the little handmade people yet again posing in a violent and dramatic diorama. Our heroine then reverts back to one of her modus operandi that we are shown in the first of the film. She lies upon the bed of this child who is no where to be found and tries to to profile who and what he is. What made him tick, and what made him become the mutilator that he is.

Boom!

A hand rips through the thin mattress and someone attacks her. The person apparantly had been under the bed the whole time. Being that she is an FBI agent seems to me that she would checked that shit out before resting a bit. They end up in a struggle she gets her head bonked and we never find out who it is. Later on in the movie one of the police officers that she has to work with who is her antagonizer throughout the whole movie shows up at her hotel wearing the exact same out fit holding one of those little people figures. This is never answered for in the movie.

Angelina 75% nude ~ big thumbs up!
Plot/Storyline/ Continuity ~ You get the Ass (___i___)

Wait till it comes out on HBO or TV this movie is a dog.




Mmmmm............ I see Boobies!

Movie Time

Ok boys and girls I have decided to add a new feature to my side bar and the basis for it will be movies that I have currently seen. There will be unbridled commentary and, yes I may ruin parts of the movie for you but then again I may allow you to see a different angle on the movie itself or you may save the 5 bucks on a rental or more if it is in the theaters.

In the side bar I will post the name of the movie and it will link to a blog post that will give you the information. After a while of doing this I will then index them in some manner so that they can be easily searched yada yada.

The Header for the blog will simply be the name of the movie itself. Pretty simple shit, and if you disagree post to your heart's content but you must remmeber I am not Roger fuckin' Ebert... I will tell you to shut the hell up and to fuck off.

Speaking of that fat bastard... has anyone noticed that he looks like a human fuckin' frog? God damn I swear he has toad genes in him.


Friday, September 03, 2004

200 Dead 500+ injured Toll expected to rise

My God, this is so mother fucking sad... it actually brought a tear to mine eye. I hope that everyone who reads this story sends out a thought of peace towards the victims families.





Russia School Standoff Ends With 200 Dead
9 minutes ago
By MIKE ECKEL, Associated Press Writer
BESLAN, Russia - The three-day hostage siege at a school in southern Russia ended in chaos and bloodshed Friday, after witnesses said Chechen militants set off bombs and Russian commandos stormed the building. Hostages fled in terror, many of them children who were half-naked and covered in blood. Officials estimated the death toll at more than 200.
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Reuters
Slideshow: Terrorists Take Children Hostage, Troops End Standoff

Early Saturday, 531 people remained hospitalized, including 283 children — 92 of the youngsters in "very grave" condition, health officials said.
Sixty-two hours after the hostage drama began during a celebration marking the first day of the school year, the Russian government said resistance had ended.
Russian President Vladimir Putin (news - web sites) made a surprise visit to the town early Saturday and ordered the borders of North Ossetia, the republic where the school is located, closed while any hostage takers still on the loose are pursued.
Valery Andreyev, Russia's Federal Security Service chief in the region, said 10 Arabs were among 27 militants who were killed. The ITAR-Tass news agency, citing unidentified security sources, reported the hostage-taking was the work of Chechen warlord Shamil Basayev, who had al-Qaida backing.
Alla Gadieyeva, 24, who was taken captive with her 7-year-old son and mother, said the militants displayed terrifying brutality from the start. One gunman, whose pockets were stuffed with grenades, held up the corpse of a man just shot in front of hundreds of hostages and warned: "If a child utters even a sound, we'll kill another one."
When children fainted from lack of sleep, food and water, their masked and camouflaged captors simply sneered, she said, adding that adults implored children to drink their own urine in the intolerable heat of the gym.
She and other hostages said there was a little water but no food the first day. The hostages got nothing to eat or drink after that.
Gadieyeva told of three days of unspeakable horror — of children so frightened they couldn't sleep, of captors coolly threatening to kill off hostages one by one. The gym where they were held was so cramped there was hardly room to move.
"We were in complete fear," said Gadieyeva, who spoke to an Associated Press reporter as she lay collapsed with exhaustion on a stretcher outside a hospital. "People were praying all the time, and those that didn't know how to pray — we taught them."
The Interfax news agency quoted unidentified sources in the regional Health Ministry as saying more than 200 people were killed. The figure could not be confirmed. Reporters said they had seen at least 100 bodies in the school gym.
Under a grove of trees outside the school, white sheets covered dead bodies, including those of children, on lines of stretchers. Grieving parents and loved ones knelt beside the dead, some of whom were awaiting identification. Nearby, anxious crowds gathered around lists of injured posted on the walls of the hospital buildings.
It was not clear where the tragic end to the siege would leave Putin's tough policy on Chechnya (news - web sites), which has enjoyed broad domestic support despite the heavy toll rebel violence has taken in recent years. He has said the Russian fight in the Caucasus was part of the world's larger war on terrorism.
On his visit to Beslan, Putin warned against letting the attack stir up tensions in the mult-ethnic North Caucasus region. "One of the goals of the terrorist was to sow ethnic enmity and blow up the North Caucasus," Putin said. "Anyone who gives in to such a provocation will be viewed by us as abetting terrorism."
On the campaign trail in Wisconsin, President Bush (news - web sites) said the hostage siege was "another grim reminder" of the lengths to which terrorists will go. World governments joined Washington in condemning the militants.
"It is hard to express my revulsion at the inhumanity of terrorists prepared to put children and their families through such suffering," British Prime Minister Tony Blair (news - web sites) said.
The State Department issued a public announcement warning U.S. citizens living or traveling in Russia against going to Chechnya and the neighboring regions because of a heightened risk of terrorist attacks.

"American citizens in Russia should exercise caution and remain vigilant and aware of these heightened risks when planning use of or using any form of public transportation. American citizens should also avoid large public gatherings that lack enhanced security measures," the announcement said.
The Arab presence among the attackers would support Putin's contention that al-Qaida terrorists were deeply involved in the Chechen conflict, where Muslim fighters have been battling Russian forces in a brutal war of independence on and off for more than a decade. ITAR-Tass said Basayev received funding for the attack from alleged al-Qaida operative Abu Omar as-Saif.
Russian authorities said they stormed the building after the militants set off explosions and fired shots as emergency teams approached to collect the bodies of several men killed earlier. They said the hostage-takers had given them permission to take the corpses away. Witnesses quoted by Russian media said the militants opened fire on fleeing hostages and then began to escape themselves.
A police explosives expert told NTV television that the commandos stormed the building after bombs wired to basketball hoops exploded in the gymnasium, where many of the children were being held. A captive who escaped told NTV that a suicide bomber blew herself up in the gym.
Channel One TV reported three of the attackers were arrested after trying to escape in civilian dress. Four militants were believed to have escaped. A member of an elite security unit died saving two young girls, ITAR-Tass reported.
The standoff was declared at an end hours after commandos began their midday assault, when a final large explosion issued from the school, apparently ending a gunfight between three militants trapped in the school basement and security forces trying to free children being used as human shields. Sporadic shooting continued hours later.
A hostage who escaped told the AP that the militants numbered 28, including women wearing camouflage uniforms. The hostage, who identified himself only as Teimuraz, said the militants began wiring the school with explosives as soon as they took control. He, too, said they had placed bombs on both basketball hoops in the gym.
The bomb expert said the gym had been rigged with explosives packed in plastic bottles strung up around the room on a cord and stuffed with metal objects.
The militants, some with explosives strapped to their bodies, stormed the school in Beslan on Wednesday morning and kept the hundreds of children along with parents in the sweltering gymnasium, refusing to allow deliveries of food and water.
"They didn't let me go to the toilet for three days, not once. They never let me drink or go to the toilet," Teimuraz said.
Leonid Roshal, a pediatrician involved in negotiations with the militants before they were stormed, called them "very cruel people ... a ruthless enemy."
"I talked with them many times on my cell phone, but every time I ask to give food, water and medicine to the hostages they refuse my request," Roshal said.
Putin's adviser on Chechnya, Aslanbek Aslakhanov, said security forces had not planned to storm the building, but were prompted to move by the first explosions about 1 p.m. Friday. Officials had pledged not to use force.
Russian forces had held back, perhaps remembering the deadly outcome two years ago when security troops pumped nerve gas into a Moscow theater before storming in to free about 800 hostages being held by Chechen terrorists. The nerve gas debilitated the captors but also was the cause of most of the 129 hostage deaths.
As the captives escaped the school, residents and troops ran through the streets, and the wounded were carried off on stretchers. An AP reporter saw ambulances speeding by, the windows streaked with blood. Four armed men in civilian clothes ran by, shouting, "A militant ran this way."
Streets around the school were a dizzying tableau of chaos as soldiers and men in civilian clothes carried children — some naked, some clad only in underpants, some covered in blood, some bandaged. Women, newly freed from the school, fainted.
The children drank eagerly from bottles of water given to them once they reached safety. Many of the children had removed their clothing because of the stifling heat in the gymnasium.
"I am helping you," a man dressed in camouflage told a crying girl. Women gathered around, trying to soothe her, saying "It's all right. It's all right."

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I am the Godfather

Fucking A right! I rule everyone else kiss my fucking ring.




Damn you Zelda!

Fucking Hell! I am this goofy bastard? Yeah I guess I am ......