Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
I really should get web sevice soon. I hate leaving you all in the lurch.
First up is the new trailer for the new Aqua Teen Hunger Force movie coming out in March. If you're a fan of the show, then this will be perfect for you. If you've never seen the show on Adult Swim, check it out. Have lots of beer handy. You'll need it to understand it.
For David, here's a neat little thing. There have been only two appearences of Batman and The Green Honet together. Here's now a third, withthem appearing on Milton Berle's ABC variety show sometime in 1966 or '67. The copy's bad, but you can see Kato whup up on Berle's joke stealing butt.
Finally, it's Time for Timer! Who's ready for some Sunshine on a Stick?
Finally, on February 25 is Goth Girl Blog Day. which is fun if you have a blog and especially if you're a Goth Girl. You can be as depressing as you want that day and have some fun with it. Talk about how bad coffee makes you want to die. How the color black brings out your pale skin. Listen to lots of Sioxie and the Banshees that day and call yourself Bad Luck Schleprock. It's fun!
One thing that did happen to me over the week was that my 1993 Ford Escort has bit the dust. This was the car that my ex wife left holding the bills to when she split. It turned out that the clutch is locked up and won't budge and inch, so it just sits there in the yard now. Well, with the car finally giving up the ghost, I can now say that even though the divorce was final in 2003, the last thing that reminded me of her is almost gone! FREEDOM!!!
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Have you seen the new ads for Orville Redenbacher Popcorn yet? Are you as creeped out as I am from it? It's all CGI work and they have Orville look like a frickin' zombie. If you pause it when he reaches into the microwave, the webbed, liverspotted hands look like they're coming for your brain. It's just dammed freaky. The worst of it is that Rednenbacher's grandson Gary approves of the ad and it's directed by David Fincher, the same man who directed Fight Club and Se7en, according to Cartoon Brew. Well, no wonder this thing is so f'ed up to watch.
HE'S COMING FOR YOUR JIFFY POP, CLARISE! WHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
I've just been reminded of Mark Evanier's National Gorilla Suit Day on January 31st, in which you wear a gorilla suit, which is like our Goth Girl Blog Day, where we act all mopey and listen to My Chemical Romance. I'm beginning to think that Mark's has the better deal of the two. But at least on Goth Girl Blog Day, we don't have to dress like a Goth Girl. Unless we are girls, then we can dress like that.
KIDDING!!! SHEESH, CAN'T YOU TAKE A JOKE!?
Truthfully, things went pretty well. The two classes I'm taking, "Stratagies For Success" and Psych 101 were simple enough for me to start back with. Not a whole lot of paperwork, lots of discussions, just an ease into the the old grind. I was told by any of the folks at South University that if I had taken three or more classes, I could be overwelmed, so it was best that I stuck with the two and work it from there.
As for study time and homework, I have that planned out. I've set aside that time around 4pm til 6pm on Mondays and Wednesdays, be it at home or at the office if I have to go in those days. Either way, there worn't be too many distractions. As long as I can sit down and get the work done, I'll be happy. In fact, today I have to write a two page biography on a personal hero that's also due in February. Now, IM know how most of your minds work so yes: The paper will be on Stan Lee, so I'm sure to make an A+ on that.
Other than that, it's only been one day. I haven't freaked out yet and I hope that I don't. I'm gonna go at this as positive as possible and do the best work that I can so I can pass. Check back in a few days, though. I may need help talking about thte differences between Aristotle and Plato. It's all Greek to me.
Until then, here's a filmed version of what happened my first day of classes. I will be played by Jackie Cooper and joined by the rest of The Little Rascals in "Teacher's Pet", which really has nothing to do with me at all, but when's the last time you saw Petey the Pup? Hear's the first part...
Here's the second part. By the way, none of my teachers are as hot as Miss Crabtree. If that were the case, I'd go fulltime and join a frat...
And now, the third of our three reeler for those of you with long attention spans. In case you were wondering, I did get to have cake and ice cream after Psychology, so that was a treat...
Monday, January 15, 2007
Sunday, January 14, 2007
To paraphrase the "Superchicken" theme song, I knew the tests was dangerous when I took it. I'm glad I did, because I now know I'm still as smart as I once was, and maybe smarter thanks to wise old age. I guess I'm just nervous due to the fact that whatever happens from the first day on, it will change my life incredebly. I just hope that however it all turns out, I'll have a secure future after graduation.
Speaking of graduating, did I ever tell you of my last time striding the boards? Of course not. It's 1984 and I'm finally done with twelve years of public education. I was living with my father and his family at the time and I was glad I got this far along in manhood. The old man could care less. He drove me and the rest of the family to graduation as slow as he could, getting me there as late as possible. The jackhole never really taught me how to drive when I was a teen, thinking that I was a flight risk and I would run off and tell everyone what a jerk he was. Nonetheless, he got us there by the skin of my teeth and I had to fish my way onto the stage to get my diploma. If it wasn't for my school principle seeing me, I would have had my paper mailed to me thanks to Dad.
Anyway, after the Pomp and Circumstances, names where called and finally I got up to get my due after thay called mine. When I walked across the stage to get my diploma, I looked out in the audience to see if anyone was applauding for me. I could see my brothers Martin and Eric, my step mother, and my three kid sisters clapping. However, the old man had a look on his face that said, "Great. Now I gotta pay for college for the bastard. Who does he think he is?" Kinda takes the wind coming thru your gown, doesn't it?
On the way out of the auditorium, the family gave me big hugs and congratulated me for all my hard work, all save the old man. He was quiet until he drove the entire famliy to K-Mart, where he claimed he had to get some car stuff then we'll be going home, so no b.s. in the store. I figured he would have taken us out to celebrate that his first (real) son was his first to finish school, but instead we wound up going back to the house where I was told by him that it was my turn to do the dishes and make sure to fill the dishwasher properly.
I hate to talk about my past and anything that has to do with my father. But I look at those days now and try to make something better out of it. Especially now with me headed back to college. Because when I walk the stage in two years, that muscleheaed old goat won't be around to ruin my day. 'Cause I'm gonna have a real future, for the very first time. If I can just get rid of the butterflies.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Sunday, January 07, 2007
You are unwise to lower your pants.
The Force is strong in my pants.
I sense the conflict within you. Let go of your pants!
I’ve just made a deal that will keep the Empire out of our pants forever.
Friday, January 05, 2007
"Not Google gizzle" I have no clue what what the hell the person who typed that in was looking for or how it got linked to me, but now they have a place to look to.
"Spelling Ellen Claghorn's Name" I guess we all spelled it wrong and Miss C-L-E-G-H-O-R-N wants us all to get it right so she can get someone to remember her from SNL so she can get some quality work finally.
Face it, folks. I've a weirdness magent online as well, it seems. I'll bet if the guys at Blog Savannah knew what they were linking to, they wouldhave run me out of town by now for all my geekiness.
Looking at this list makes me wonder if bands like KISS or artists like Dionne Warwick will ever wind up inductees at some point. I have a dumb, but simple idea: Why not a Pop Music Hall of Fame, with singers, bands and songwriters of the Billboard 40 era all given a chance to get honored. So finally, The Monkees would be able to stand on the same level as The Beatles.
It's a thought...
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Please have a look at the archives, leave a comment, toss a fish to our mascot on the right Carl Wintergarten and check out the links to the other sites on my blogroll as all of them are worthy.So welcome to my town, Savannah. WELCOME TO SAM-A-RAMA!
Screw this up and I will move this dog and pony show to Billings. They love me there...