Just saw a small boy on the train eating marshmellows by skewering them with a silver cross hanging around his neck... Define blasphemy?

Alright Look

There is an epic coming about this most recent adventure. But in the meantime there are some new pictures up on my flickr.

Bats Left Throws Right

This time tomorrow me and these dimensions will be glued together while beer guy supplies me with the necessary tools to erase a hefty chunk of the bad mood I have been in. I only hope that a steady diet of cheap beer and the chance to yell FUKUDOME for the next week will cure what is hurtin.

Cause a trip to the moon cost too much

I was reading a list of "Things men should do before they die" in some trashy magazine and an idea over took me. Furthermore, because I think somewhere, someone really has a desire to hear Kermit the frog cover James Taylor I have decided to make a CD. No desire to sell or market. Just a thought to record one. Now I gone and stumbled on another problem- What to record? So I would love some input. Any thoughts and suggestions, song ideas would be great.

Two Scoops of Racism

A few months ago I wrote how a culinary disaster in my kitchen led me to the discovery that yams and or sweet potatoes are actually the model for the monsters in the movie "Tremors" really the Google it.

But now this-

Today, instead of asking "What would Jesus do" I asked "What would the California Raisins do". A quick trip to the youtube answered that.

Raisins are Racist.

No, not the shriveled bites of bran compliment themselves. Oh no, but the early 90's marketing. Take a look at the video, hell take a look at all the videos. Instead of hiring actual flesh and blood black actors, the so called makers of Raisins just change them into creepy claymation. What if this had caught on. . .

Claymation Cosby
Claymation Wesley Snipes in Blade
Claymation Shaq

Grumble Fish

The cathartic power of food is not lost on me. Despite all visual evidence to the contrary. Sometimes, all the time, mostthetime, I come home from work in a not so savory mood. I would say "ornery" but that word gives me a stomach ache, which would only serve to multiply the badness of my mood. Often a shower cures all, but other times it is just makeup to cover the bruise. It is on days like that I am pleased to not be a farmer and have a grocery store.

Following my work day when the shower had no effect I packed up and headed to the Safeway, headphones budded in my ears. I understand retail therapy and eating to cure stress. I just feel so much better when I can combine them both. So if you see me in Safeway buying 35 dollars worth of tuna and a pound of saffron, best steer clear, it has been a rough one. But come around tomorrow because that anger has to have an outlet and I am making a cheesecake.

What is best in life

I can now check one more thing of my life list. As last night I saw a midnight show of Conan. Next up- Develop force powers, ride a bull, arm wrestle Jeff Goldblum. Not necessarily in that order.