Not Boring?

You tell me if this is boring:

I wake up and write, then I go to work. After work I write or watch a tv show, then I go to sleep and do it again the next day.

(Content removed due to potential offensive, and job threatening comment.)

BTW I'm on page 262 in my book. When will it be done? Soon I hope.

Here's Boiling Hot Tar in Your Eye!

He was running like a monkey that was part chicken that was also part Richard Simmons.

Good grief who reads this kind of, Oooooo! Microbial food supplement, my favorite!

There ain't nothing like the feeling of wearing a new pair of knickers after they've been dipped in sulphuric acid.

Be nice, or no mechanical tongue scraping for you!

"This machine is weird. It has all sorts of tubular appendages coming out of it."
"Hmm, the sign says Probe-ulator 3000."
"I get to go first!"

That's enough of that kind of talk. What do you think we are, freaks?
Now back to our lesson.
After you pour the hot ear wax into the molds you insert a stick and you have instant treats for the whole family!

"He had a strange magnetism about him, and he spoke of things beyond this world. He said he had a message that would save humanity."
"Pass the salt, he needs more salt."
"I wonder what he would've told us. Here ya go."

"Probe-ulator, Robin"
"But Batman, I don't even know... well if you say so."

Six String Samurai, or What The Heck!

(Post simulcast in Utahnics)*

In case you don't know, Netflix now has a feature where you can view movies online as well as get Dividy-Dees (DVD's to the uninformed) in the mail. So I thought I'd try out this new fangled gizmowatchit and started perusing their Sears-Roebuck (catalog to you squares) looking at my options like The Ice Pirates or Zone 39. (With titles like those you know it's going to be good.)

So finally after passing by such high quality movies, I ran across one called Six String Samurai. Now I know what you're thinking, 'How can anyone not immediately hit play with a title like that?' and I'll agree with you, I almost did. But since this intracomputerwidget has changed my habits I decided to check it out first.

My researchin' turned up all sorts of viewer reviews and dang it most people seemed to like it. So what the heck, let's hit play on that sucker!

So's I gets it going and we got some good old farm country with some troglodytes chasing a woman and her son, which reminds me of the good old days. Then this Buddy Holly looking stranger comes in and slices and dices with his sword but he was too late to save the woman. After he kills them he picks up his geetar and heads off to Lost Vegas to become the king. (In the movie Elvis is dead which you know is a lie.)
Then the kid, who doesn't seem too broken up about his momma being killed, starts to follow Buddy.

But this kid is like a eunuch in a whorehouse, (worthless, to you uppity types) and he starts making this sound like someone's gone and shoved a carrot in his bunghole and it won't come out. Now Buddy, he don't cotton to kids none, but this is a persistent little mother trucker who follows him through the whole movie.

Now I won't go into much more detail, (cause I don't want to ruinate it fors ya) but Buddy has to chop his way through a whole passel of folk like the synchronized bowling assassination team, the Red Elvis's (a real band by the way, I think they're Russian), Slash and the left overs from Gun's N Roses, windmill whorshipping zombie spacemen, garbage bag wearing gas mask faced Morlocks, and the remains of the Red Army all to get to Lost Vegas, because the King is dead and Buddy's next in line. (The show just starts off on the wrong foot with a lie like that.)

So after all of that yer probably thinking that this is a great movie, and I can't blame you, but lemme just say that if it twern't free I'da been screaming for my two bits back. The little bunghole stuffer, ruins the show but I think the biggest problem was that the man who wrote it can't find a decent line of dialogue to save himself from drowning in a teacup that he dang stuffed his own nose into.

But I will says this to ya, if'n you don't takes it too serious, it has some great one liners in there, and I wish old Buddy coulda found someone to trade that kid for a ratchet.

*Utahnics: If the dialect from the American South and the American West met, converted to the LDS faith, and had babies this would be the result.

Holy New Post, Batman!

Since I'm still high up the cliff in my hermit cave of seclusion I thought I'd tell you about a few of the friends I brought along. These songs have kept me company and provided inspiration. In no particular order.

Nebula - To the center
Nebula - Full throttle
Nebula - So low
Fu Manchu - The wasteoid
Fu Manchu - Mongoose
Danzig - How the gods kill
Bob Dylan- Isis
Bob Dylan - All along the watchtower
Bob Dylan - Knockin' on heaven's door
Gun's n Roses - Civil war
Gun's n Roses - Knockin' on Heaven's door
Soundgarden - Blow up the outside world
Soundgarden - Burden in my hand
Soundgarden - Fell on black days
Soundgarden - pretty noose
The Band - the weight
The Doors - Riders on the storm
The Doors - Crossroads
B.R.M.C. - Fault line
B.R.M.C. - Grind my bones
B.R.M.C. - Shuffle your feet
Alabama Slim - The mighty flood
Slo Burn - Muezli


And just to keep everyone up to date I have written 187 pages in my book so far. At 215 pages I'll be two thirds done with my book. Yay!

And in case anyone was looking for a Batman reference, I constantly do the Batusi while listening to the music, and quoting these lines.

FABIAN
Butch, whose motorcycle is this?

BUTCH
It's a chopper.


Whose chopper is this?


Zed's.


Who's Zed?


Zed's dead, baby, Zed's dead.

Starving Artist Fund

Yay! I want to thank everyone who has contributed to the starving artist fund. Especially the sweety Nevaeh who has given more than once.

The money is used to support the artistic habit. Which means it will probably go to paint or other materials.

Yay! Thanks for all the help!

Secret Revealed

Like a monk I am still wholly involved with my project. I guess I'll let the monkey out of the trunk and let everyone know that I'm writing a book.

I have written 144 pages so far. I have a goal of around 360 pages but depending on where the story takes me it might be shorter or it might be longer, but I think it will be at the very least 300 pages.

Because I know people are curious, questions always rise up like the foam from a glass of root beer. Unfortunately, I can't answer these questions because the contract I signed with my muse states that he will leave if I do. (Contract negotiations with the Guild of Muses are very tricky.)

Here is a list of some of those questions:

What is your book about?
Can I read what you have done so far?
Can I give you a suggestion?
Why are you writing about that?

Since I am following monk-like habits I think I will end with a quote from a nun.

"To be successful, the first thing to do is to fall in love with your work."

Sister Mary Lauretta

America is Insane

This whole Don Imus thing has got me thinking. Personally I don't listen to any shock jocks because I think they are all dumb and coat your mind with sludge. (I get enough sludge in other places, I don't have to willingly ask for more.)

But the above sentence is exactly my point. First of all, he is a shock jock. No where in that title does it say paragon of uprightness and champion of morality. His job is to say and be controversial. If you don't like his irreverence, intolerance, lambasting and joking, then don't listen to him.

All the people who are pretending to be shocked (duh!) by his comments need to get off their self-built boxes of righteousness and be honest with themselves. I bet there is not a single person in the United States who has not said, thought, or laughed at a racist or pseudo quasi racist comment. And those who say otherwise are lying to themselves or are too stupid to realize what the definition of racism is.

And to have Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson be the champions of this so called cause makes me roll in the street with laughter. Not only have they both been known to and been caught saying racist comments but they both have the audacity to continue to call themselves Reverends and yet they don't follow what they preach. It says in the Bible that God will forgive whom he will but of us it is required to forgive everyone.

It did not say, only forgive those people who you are okay with forgiving but if they do something that is really bad or you don't like then it's okay to not forgive them. If you believe in the Bible you must forgive everyone, period. There is no leeway. There is no other interpretation.

The people of the United States have forgotten how to be compassionate, how to forgive, and how to let things go. Our country was based on the idea of free speech. But now we have fallen into the trap of Animal Farm. Everyone has free speech, but some people have more free speech than others.

You can't have it both ways. Either speech is free or it is not.