Tuesday, March 31, 2009

So, I did it again.....

I signed up for another month of NaBloPoMo.

What am I, a glutton for punishment?

I must be.

That, or some kind of lunatic.

In any event, April's theme is Growing (up) so look for some grow/growing/growing up titles and topics in the near future.

And with that, I'm fucking bushed, and I'm going to retire early. I've gotten like no sleep for the last 2 or 3 nights.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 31. Can the arch decline?

Allllways got the hammer, Tommy....

So, I've re redicovered a classic.

I mean, I know I talked about it before, but due to an alarming display of my MPV, I now have a copy of Death to Smoochy on my TiVo.

Or my DVR.

Or whatever.

So, I know I kinda talked about it before, but I kinda lamed out, cause it's kinda one of those movies where if you start to talk about it, you can totally ruin it for someone that's never seen it...

Well, again, I only have this advice:

See. This. Movie.

It's got everything. Love, tragedy, humor, action, insanity, fascism, and herion addicts.

Oh, not to mention Ed Norton, Robin Williams, Jon Stewart, Danny DeVito (who directed btw), and Harvey Fierstein (or however you fucking spell it) in a movie that I can't even find the words to explain.

Think 'black comedy,' and not like College Road Trip, but the other kind.


This movie has performances from each of the abovenamed celebs (plus as many or more from lesser names) that are on par with no others in thier careers.

Now, it may amaze some of you to hear that I've never seen Good Will Hunting. Well, get over it, because I haven't. Yeah, and fuck the rest of it, but how could I, someone who watched not only Mork and Mindy, but also the Happy Days episode that led up to it....

Yeah, and I've worshipped Robin Williams ever since. So, the only movie where he's won an Oscar...

I mean, really?


How could I have not seen it?

Well, without even seeing that one, I can safely say that he should have won one for his part in the aforementioned movie.

Again: See. This. Movie.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 30. The sheep exercises with a writer!

Monday, March 30, 2009

Family Dinner: Round 2!! Ding Ding!!

So, another Sunday has come and gone, and, in new tradition, we went to Sis's for dinner and family time.

This week, we went to Mexico, courtesy of Pops.

Here he is, hard at work:

Oh, and my sis made taco salad (which I forgot to take a pic of) but here are the toppings:

Now, there are two schools of thought (or more) on enchilada preparation, the 'put them in a baking dish and do them all togeter' method, or as Pops prefers, the 'make a couple at a time and plate them' method.

Yes, we had pork enchiladas, refried beans, and Spanish rice, and it looked something like this:

I'm sorry to say that I ate every bit of that, and almost killed myself. I don't know if I've told you or not, but my Pops makes the bomb enchiladas. Anyhow, in lieu of a board game this week (pops and i were to tired to play anthing) we decided to have dessert instead:

Uh, yum.

Look for more food porn next week.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 29. An it's feminist lands a minister beside the heroic general.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

All we are saying, is give peace a chance

Ok, so I was over at Kelwhy's place and she was playing along with a memeish (is that a word) thing where you use song titles to answer a series of questions, since I thought this was one of the coolest thigns ever, I decided to play along.

The cavet is this: One band only.....

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to a gazillion people and include me. Try not to repeat a song title. It's harder than you think...

Name the Artist: Rush. Well, duh!!

Are you male or female: Digital Man

How do you feel about yourself: In The Mood

Describe where you currently live: Subdivisions

If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Rivendell

Your best friend is: Nobody's Hero

Your favorite color is: The Color of Right

What's the weather like: Chain Lightning

If your life was a tv show, what would it be called? Limelight.

What is life to you: Freewill.

What is the best advice you have to give: Cut to the Chase.

If you could change your name, what would it be: Tom Sawyer

Your favorite food is: The Trees.

What's your favorite time of the year: Nocturne

What are you wearing? Scars.

So, there you have my answers. Those of you that read this, I ask you to play along.

Oh, and if you do, please leave me a comment letting me know that you're playing along.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 28. The cream screams before the faint kernel.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Now I've gained some understanding of the only world that we see. Things that I once dreamed of have become reality.....

That's another source I fall back on a lot.

See, when stumped for a title, I use movie quotes (duh), literary phrases, or song lyrics.

Today's title falls into the last category, just in case you're not a Rush fan, and if you aren't, why aren't you?

So, I actually got the idea to use this for today's post in the 'recovery area' at United Blood Services today, as I had my 'pod with me, and I was listening to this song as I ate my (fresh-baked) chocolate chip cookies (2) and drank my o.j.

It was an ok day at the coven. My interviewer/bloodsucker was a plesant, friendly lady. She asked me all the 'have you traded money or drugs' for sex questions, which always make me giggle just a bit.

After that, it was out to the bed, and I don't know if I've mentioned (actually i do know i have mentioned it) but I do the 2BC (i think thats what they call it) where they take whole blood out, and then put the plasma and saline solution back in. It takes a little longer, but if I do it that way, they can get 2 units of blood, and, as an added bonus, it's 4 months before they can call me again.

I think it's funny how every time they give me a card showing when I can next give blood. I mean, it's not like I'm going to remember, or go out of my way, but it's irrelevant anyhow, because like 15 minutes after I'm elegible to donate again, my phones start ringing.

It's as inevitable as the tides.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 27. An improbable crowd mails the dictionary.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Has it been 12 weeks already?

Or is it 16?

I don't remember the interval when you do the '2 for 1' blood donation thing, but apparently it's been that long.

I can tell, because I got the call today, so tomorrow morning bright and early (8:30 anyhow) I'm gonna go get stabbed with a needle.

They told me I get a free tshirt this time.....

Woo Hoo.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 26. The deed exposes my thought.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

And I had such a good post for yesterday, too.

I mean, I really did.

Then a friend showed up, and everything kinda got...well....drunk I guess.

I mean, I almost forgot to post yesterday.

I know, right?

What a tragedy that would have been. Not because I've been particulary insightful lately or anything, but I'd have lamed out on the whole NaBloPoMo thing.

So, anyway, here's the post I was going to give you yesterday.

One of the things that Whiskeymarie sent me in the mail the other day were these:

I don't know if you can read the note or not, but this one says:

'My favorite type of chocolates: Salted Caramels.'

Now, I realized after I'd eaten them that I didn't take a close up, so you'll have to pardon me (did you notice the seven keyboards in the background of that pic) and just have to use your imagination.

I opened these dark chocolate wonders up, and took a bite.

The verdict?

Well, let's just say that I needed a napkin after I was done, and no, not to wipe my mouth.....

I did look at the nutrition information:

Now, it's kinda tough to read, but it clearly states that a serving size is 2 pieces, and that a serving has 7 grams of fat.

Yes, that's right, 3 1/2 grams of fat a piece.

No wonder they're sooooo fucking good.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 25. Will the trash grab the ruler?

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Due to circumstances beyond my control.....

This post is lamer than usual.

And like waaaay lamer.

Get over it.

Buenos con queso,


24. A machine hurts!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

'Tis better to give than to receive.....

But getting stuff's cool too!!!

You may find it hard to believe, but after that dinner I ate last night, I had the hardest time sleeping.

I don't think I got more than 5 hours or so, and even that was broken. It was horrible. Thus, Monday morning was not something I was looking forward to. I went through the motions of course.

You know, coffee...email....the essentials, but I was moving pretty slow. Despite that, I did manage to be the 1st one at work. The boss showed up not long after I did, and into the store we went.

I clocked in, and started my 'getting to work routine,' which lately has involved me making coffee (long story). While I was in brew mode, my computer was powering up for me.

After a half-hour or so of email and related crap, I started packing stuff. Nothing too big, so that was cool. All easy boxes. After that, I did some research on some beer steins which I then listed.

Oh, and I listed a rifle too.

It was a farily busy day, which is cool, because it went by fast, but crappy because I forgot to eat lunch. Well, at least the (most of a) pot of coffee I drank at work kept me going.

While at work, I also paid of my layaway (3 magazines for my glock) and bought a magazine and some ammo for my SKS. That right there was enough to make this a good day, but imagine my surprise when I arrived home to find this.

Please note, that for this post, I'm using links to huge photos, because I want you to drink in all the details.

So, I opened it to find all this fun inside.

I'm not sure, but I think each of those items might just get a blog of their own in the future.

Oh, and then there's this, which I'm nuts about.

It was a glorious shot of Whiskey love, and I'm drunk on it.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 23. A powerful departure eliminates the room. (right?)

Monday, March 23, 2009

Give it your best shot

So, as mentioned yesterday, we had family dinner night, and it was, as I stated spaghetti night. Since it was at sis's house, it was a little more 'health friendly' than it would have been here.

They used ground turkey and turkey sausage for the sauce, where we would have used ground beef, and prolly pork sausage. It was great though.

In the works:

I fixed myself a plate:

and surprised myself by only eating one serving of everything. It was good, but very filling, and I found that a single plate was enough to satisfy me.

After dinner, it was time for a board game. My mom got her hands on a copy of 'Disney's Tower of Terror' version of the old classic Clue:

I won't keep you in suspense any longer: It was Mickey in the boiler room with the camera.

And yes, I did solve the case.

Nobody can stand against my superior detection skillz.

Or something.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 22. The deserted melody waves.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Just when you thought winter was beating a retreat.....


is what I woke up to this morning.

Yes, somewhere in the neighborhood of an inch or more of snow. SNOW!!!



In other news, we're going to start Family Dinner Night again.

This is something we did a couple (or more) years ago, where one night a week Sis, her S.O., and my niece would come over for dinner and family time. There are a couple new wrinkles, as we're going to do it at Sis's, and my mom and gramma Millie will be there too.

I believe tonight is spaghetti night.

Look for pictures tomorrow.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 21. Why won't the sufferer try?

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a night. Teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime.

Does anybody else remember H. R. Pufnstuf?

This was some seriously wierd shit.

I have vague memories of it, and according to the article, there were only 17 episodes, I I've prolly seen them all?

I also remember watching The Banana Splits that they refer to in the article.

I haven't seen H.R. Pufnstuf in like a bajillion years, so I can't really confirm or deny the accuracy of the Wiki article. Maybe I'll go see if I can find some old episodes online or something.

Or maybe not.

I can see that look on your face, the one that says 'what the fuck made you think of an obscure tv program from the 70's?' Well, to answer that question, I'll give you a picture of one of the gifts I got for Christmas this year:

That's right, an H.R. Pufnstuf coloring book. Can my mom find the coolest obscure gifts or what?

Anyhow, I was straighting up in my room, and this was one of the things I found a new home for. Seeing it reminded me that I spent many Saturday mornings watching Jimmy elude Witchiepoo.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 20. Can a devious hangover captain the appeal?

Friday, March 20, 2009

Never give up, never surrender.

Obscure movie quote alert!!

It's Friday night TV, so it's a lame post.

Lamer than usual.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 19. A healthy parade stumbles over the vegetarian focus

Thursday, March 19, 2009

I don't give a hairy rat's ass.

Another phrase from my youth, and one I seem to remember laughing out lout at the first time I heard it.

You know, actually laughing.

Not in a txt.

Or in an im.

Or an email.

Or in a ...whatever.

I''ll bet you totally thought I forgot to blog, didn't you? Well, I hate to prove you wrong, but here I am.

I am, however, very tired, and I'm going to cut this short (again). If you don't like it.....well...


Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 18. A consuming academic turns throughout my pencil.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Give as good as you get

Hi there kids!!

I'll bet you came here hoping to read tales of wild aventure...

But then, if you're a regular here, you know that those almost never happen, and that when they do, they're amply prefaced with long, rambling introductions...

So, maybe you came here hoping for....

Well, to be quite frank, I have no idea why you came here.

Or continue to, for that matter.

Anyhow, it's boring again.


Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 17. Will an onion bob?

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Give and take.....

Ok, so I totally lamed out yesterday.

But c'mon, I've been doing this for 2 1/2 straight months now. I had to take some time and play some everquest. I've been neglecting that lately.

The fact that I had such a lame post might give you the impression that yesterday was a lame day. On the contrary, it was mail day.

I love mail day.

Here's a glimpse at what I found in my mailbox yesterday:

This was just a little note from PSP one of those spreading change.

I totally wasn't expecting anything in the mail, so that made it double good.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 16. A specialist hog decks the inclusive river.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Lame + Sauce = Lamesauce

That's today in a nutshell.

Well, today's post anyhow.

It's eq's 10th bday, and I'm having fun.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 15. The hierarchy recruits the horizontal scotch.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

My biggest problem at work is finding the right size box to fit my junk in....

And yes, I know how that sounds.

A guy that used to work with me asked me 'Isn't that every guy's problem?'

To which I had to reply in the affirmative.

So, yeah, I worked today, adn what can I say? It was just another day at work. Like countless days before, and prolly as many yet to come. Nothing exciting happened, nor did anything bad happen.

It was just a day.

I mean it was Sunday, so I worked a shorter shift than usual. So did everyone else, though, so it's not like I got special treatment or anything.

Oh, and how silly am I? I totally let another Friday the 13th sneak by without even mentioning it.

They say the mind is the first thing to go, and I'm starting to believe them.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 14. The middle gentleman indulges.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

I'm giving you another recipe.....

As some of you may know, we're big fans of Chinese food here at casa Convenience. Be it delivered or homemade, Chinese food is always a good choice around here.

In that vein, I'm going to give you a recipe tonight. It's one of the easy ones, but dayum, is it good.

It's called many things, but for our purposes tonight, we're going to call them egg rolls. Egg rolls are one of my favorite. Well, when they're done right that is.

What follows is the right way to do it.

Ooohhh...look at all the pretty pictures:

First things first.

Cut up about 1/4 head of cabbage, and a bunch of cilantro.

This goes into the wok with approximately 5 oz of slivered carrots (we bought) and about 8oz bean sprouts. Using a high heat, wilt the cabbage. Add some soy sauce (enough to coat) and you should come up with something that looks like this:

Ok, now, you'll need some wraps:

There are instructions inside the package, but my pictures are prettier:

Wet the edges of your wrap.

Put a small amount of filling onto your wrap.

Fold the top corner down, and the left and right sides over.

And then just roll them up:

Our package had approximately 20 wraps, and somewhere in the middle, I stopped and added some diced pork to the filling:

Deep fry (you do have a deep fryer dont you) in small batches:

Until golden brown:

Share and enjoy:

Oh, and in case you're wondering, the sauce is even eaiser:

This is a cup of sugar and half a cup of white vinegar:

Whisk over medium high heat, and when it starts to clear up, add ketchup (or red food coloring if you have):

When you're done, it should look something like this:

These things were fucking awesome. I ate way more than I should have, but I just couldn't help myself.

If you have any questions, or would like more detailed instructions, email me.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 13. How can the flame rock?

Friday, March 13, 2009

Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act.

Boy, what a busy day.

As all of my 'days off' seem to be lately. I woke up early (of course) and was running around all day. I think that when I finally got through doing stuff it was 3:00.

That's a long day when you wake up at 6:30, and just run run run all day.

Included in trip were: Walmart, Harbor Freight, Dollar Tree, Wendy's (chicken sandwich), and the Post Office.

Yes, I put some more stuff in the mail today, so at least some of you should be keeping an eye on your box.

Or your slot.

Or your (mail)hole.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 12. An educational intelligence studies.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Don't give me that shit.....

Another angry sounding title that has prolly put you on your guard, but NO!!

It's not scary here today. I just liked the sound of that one.

I'll tell you one thing though. I'm fucking glad it's Friday. Well, my Friday anyhow, and as y'all know, it really is all about me.

Didn't you get the memo?

I don't think I've mentioned it, but we recently went with a Charter bundle, the upshot of which was we got unlimited long distance calling, a DVR, and DISH network.

Should I tell you know what a DVR whore I've become? Well, if you know anything about my tech fetish, then I really don't have to. My favorite part? Well, we got 3 months of a couple HBO's and some either Starz or Encore channels.

That's right people, obsure, controversial, and completely uncut movies.

You know, the ones they only show once in a random month, and it's right when you have to go to your cousin's Bar Mitzvah? Yeah, well, now, I can just push a couple buttons, and watch it at my leisure.

Case in point: Diggstown. I'll bet not one of you reading this has seen that movie, and if I know any of you half as well as I think I do, you'd all prolly like it.

James Woods

Louis Gossett Jr.

Bruce Dern

Oliver Platt

Heather Graham

This is a serious cast, people.

In fact, I think I'm gonna go watch it.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 11. The detected pedestrian rants.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Do you swear that the testimony you are about to give is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?

I do your Honor.

Ok, so here comes the story I promised you yesterday. Let's call it:

They Always Come Back*

This is a story from 1989-1990. I was working at my local 7-11 while putting myself through school. I worked swing shift (3-11pm) which was a perfect fit with my school schedule (12 plus units a semester). I put in a full 40 hours every week.

Sometimes more.

There were days, let me tell you, that bent me almost to the point of breaking. I've spoken of some here, and I'm sure will speak of more in the future, but the nights I've come here to tell you about are of a different pith.

I don't remember what month it was, but I know it was Summer. It was dark outside, so it was prolly late. Maybe 10ish. Anyhow, this guy pulls up on a Harley and comes into my store.

I sell him to packs of Marlboro Reds, put them in a bag, and give him his change. I'm not sure how I missed it, because if I had seen it, I'd have said something, but he managed to leave not only his cigarettes, but also a pair of gloves laying on the counter.

Being the dilligent employee, I picked his gloves up, put them in the bag with his smokes, and put them behind the counter so I could give them to him when he came back.

Only he doesn't.

The end of my shift comes, and before I leave, I tell my relief the story, and show him where the gloves are, figuring that's the last I'll see of them.

Except they were still at work when I came in the next day. And the next. And the next.

So, a week goes by. A month. 6 months.

All the while, I'm keeping track of this bag. Sometimes I forget what it is, and I have to pick it up before I remember. Then I would think 'oh yeah, it's that guy's gloves.'

So, imagine the scene:

I don't remember what month it was, but I know it was Summer. It was dark outside, so it was prolly late. Maybe 10ish. Anyhow, this guy pulls up on a Harley and comes into my store.

He walks up to my counter and says 'This is gonna sound kinda stupid, but about a year ago I was in here...'

I say 'Wait a sec....I close my eyes, visualise where I'd seen the bag last...Open a door under the back counter and grab the bag.

I turn around and hand it to him, and he couldn't beleive it. He opened the bag to find not only his smokes (eeew) but also his gloves.

Turns out they were his favorite pair, and he'd been missing them the whole year he handn't had them, was totally depressed that he'd lost them....

He actually forced me to take a $5.00 tip (emps werent allowed to i know right).

It's one of those things that kinda sticks with you. I mean, this happened, what, 17 years ago, and I'm still telling the story.

I'll bet he does too.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 10. Will the peasant refuse the terrifying funeral?

* this is a total rip off of a short story title from stephen king t.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Giving you the rundown

I was over at Whiskey's Place the other day, and just in case she's changed it, there was a post about past jobs, and it got me to thinking about my past lives.

I guess when we talk about jobs, we tend to talk about our 'worst job ever.' Or our best job ever. Between those extremes, thers a multitude of shades, and I've had my fair share.

My first job was as a dishwasher in the family coffee shop. I worked one day a week, and got...I don't know how much, but I got to eat free, so that was cool.

I've done telemarketing work, and no, not the good kind.

I've made pizza. Hell, I've done everything involved with the making of pizza, from ordering and mixing the supplies (all the places i worked made their own dough) to meat and veggie prep to the assembly, cooking, and slicing of said pie.

I can do it all, baby!!

I did my stint at Mc D's (2 weeks), I spent a hellish couple of months cleaning the butcher shop at the grocery store where my dad worked, and I've run a hundred cash registers.

Every one of those jobs? Yeah, they had aspects that I hated. Hell, I prolly even said at some point 'I hate my job' during all the afore mentioned professions. There were also good things. Mostly, I've had the good fortune to work with good people. People you can joke with.

Of all the jobs I've had, I can't believe I'm remembering this one fondly, but I kinda miss working at 7-ELEVEn.

I know I've talked about it here before, but it's been a while, so I'll give you a short recap:

I was living in Morro Bay CA, going to school 12 units a semester, and working 40 hrs a week at the 7-11. Happily, it was just down the street from my house, so the commute was virtually nonexistent.

So, anyway, the job. It ate my brain. I hated that job sometimes. There were days when I was flabbergasted. Once, a guy almost drove his truck into the store. I saw things that no man should see.

It was like society walked in and showed me it's naked ass.

In fact, the title of this little blog here is named after my time there. It has to do with the nature of the industry, you see. The 'C' stores are based on a simple fact: People will pay more for something if they're in a hurry and know they can get it fast.

I get it. I mean hell, I use them too.

I found out from waiting on them though, that they're the most inconvenient segment of society to wait on. Add that to the fact that I was in a resort town with a state park, a couple beaches, and a colf course, and you begin to see my dilema.

It was Hell.

But, there were goot times even there.

Tomorrow, I'll share one with you.

Buenos con queso,


RSTO: 9. The nameless lunch exercises.

Monday, March 09, 2009

Give them an inch they'll take a mile

It's snowing as I write this.

Not hardcore snowing or anything, if it was rain, it would prolly be called 'drizzling,' but you get my point.

It's snowing, and I'm not very happy about it.

There hasn't been a ton of stuffs going on lately, and thus the lameness you're seeing here. I have hopes that will change, but who knows?

Did I mention that Michael is coming to stay for the Summer?

Well, if I didn't, he is.

And if I did, well, I have a tendency to repeat myself, so get over it, or just get used to it.

The choice is yours.

Some of you will be receiving mail soon. I'm sad to report that I couldn't send everyone stuff in the mail this week, but, as I'm sure many of you know about now, money's a little tight.

At least I have a job. I know there are many out there that do not.

I do, however, wish I would come into a large enough sum of money that I'd be able to stop doing the 9-5 routine, and try my hand at some less-conventional avenues.

I'd really like to be able to make a living writing.

Or taking pictures.

Or fishing.

If I could get a job fishing, I'd be on top of the world.

And no, I don't mean commercially, like on a big boat, but just Pops and I (and michael if he wanted) cashed out on the bank of a creek/lake somewhere, our lines in the water and beer in the cooler.

I'm not sure I can find anyone to pay me for that, but I've got my ear to the ground. If any of you hear of any openings for 'relaxed fisherman' in your area, please be sure to drop me a line.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 8. The chestnut oils the intercourse.

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Give a little bit, Give a little bit of your love to me

So, it's been pointed out that I've been neglecting my posts lately.

Not that I haven't been posting, as I *sigh* signed up for NaBloPoMo again....

Why do I keep doing this to myself?

No, but that my posts haven't been good.

Well, noone even commented on my Watchmen post, which I consider good. Not even to call me a freak...sigh...

The gun post?

I thought that was pretty good.

Hell, the Timmy post was a fucking masterpiece...

And still?

The abuse.

What is it they say: Use me, abuse me, you'll never lose me?

KittyKat....I'm yours.

Buenos con queso,


RSOD: 7. Why won't a late torture experiment?

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Give me a hint...

And I'll try and guess....

Well, I don't know. I'm not really a good guesser or anything, but I was trying to stick to the 'give' theme, so...

Anyhoo....not much going on today. I mean it's my day off after all. What did you expect?

Buenos con queso,


RSOTD: 6. A revenge provisions an abandon.

Friday, March 06, 2009

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes (who watches the watchmen)

So, here we are.

I've been waiting 20 years or so for today.

Some (maybe one or two) of you are familiar with The Watchmen. At this stage, I'm referring to the 12 issue limited series comic/graphic novel. Unless, of course, you're one of the fanatic that saw it today at the first possible showing in your local theater.

I, of course, was one of those.

Didn't I just tell you I've been waiting 20 years? Did you think I'd wait one minute longer, let alone two hours and forty-three minutes? Yeah, you read that right: 2:43.

And they still had to leave stuff out. I get it. I mean the average screen play is like, 114 pages long. Which is what, 4 issues of the comic? I expected there to be stuff gone, and there was. Most of what was missing was at least touched upon, if not outright explained or redone elsewhere in the movie, so on the whole it was ok.

What they did right (and they did a lot right) they did perfectly. Rorschach's voice. Eddie Blake's demise. Jon Osterman's demise. Almost every visual scene was as spot on as I could hope for.

In addition, they held true to another very important aspect of the book. After it was published, it was commented on that it was 'very mature.' In fact, it went a long way towards the 'maturation' of many comics.

This story broke ground.

They kept that in, again, almost picture perfect.

There were a couple things I had problems with, and one rather huge thing that I really had a problem with, but on the whole, this film fucking rawked.

As usual, I'm not going to post any spoilers, on the off chance that someone might happen to read this before they've seen the movie (and intend to) but please feel free to email me about it.

If you don't have my addy...ask for it.

Buenos con queso,


RSOTD: 5. How does whatever wizard degenerate next to the pedestrian expenditure?

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Oh, give it a rest, willya?

I've been working pretty hard at this whole blog thing lately so I'm going to totally lame out today.

Not that I'm not going to blog (as i obviously am) but I'm just not going to write a novel today.

Instead, I'm going to give you a cool link to check out.

That being done, I'm outta here.

Buenos con queso,


4. Why won't our awkward remainder surface opposite the pose?

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

I'm calling on your giving nature

I know that I'm usually pretty cavalier on here, even though I do take my forays into the serious. Today, however, I come to you with my hat in my hand to ask for your charity.

Not for me, but for one of the unfortunate of this world.

He's different from his peers, and he needs special reconstructive work in order to appear normal.

So, please send all you can so that we can get Timmy 'lathe'er surgery so that he won't be a freak anymore.

Buenos con queso,


RSOTD: 3. The blamed machinery escapes the ladder beside the choral penguin.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Give me a fucking break.....

What a fucking piece of shit yesterday was.

Ebay, in it's infinite wisdom, has determined that in the interest of safety and convenience, that only online payments will be accepted. I'm not sure how safe it is, and for some, it may not even be convenient, but there you have it.

As a seller, you can no longer accept money orders or other forms of payment for goods sold on ebay. It's their game, so their rules, I guess. It really doesn't matter to me. The only real difference for me is that if they pay online, their order gets shipped sooner.

The only problem I found from this choice on their part greeted me when I got to work. I arrived to find that with the exception of one item, every fucking thing we had listed had been removed.

Sadly, the template I've been using to list since I started (and god knows how long they used it before me) contained the line 'we accept money orders, cashier's checks, and personal checks (personal checks will be held 10 days).' Yeah, they ran a search on the payment methods and


So, I spent the entire fucking day opening each one up, deleting that sentence, and relisting it.

I can't tell you how much fun it was.

I caught some of Point Break last night. It's been years since I've seen it (even tho i own it). It was on a movie channel, so it wasn't butchered, and that's a good thing. It's a pretty good flick, and I like both Keanu and Gary Busey's characters, but it was running in the background while I surfed, so I wasn't really paying close attention to it.

I did happen to look over during the final airport scene, however, and I was happy to discover that they avoided making one of my biggest pet peeve 'movie fuckups.'

It's a small thing, but it bothers me even more than the 'expensive string of pearls all over the floor' thing, because it happens much more often.

Sometimes it's a comedy, sometimes a drama. Action films? Yeah, seen it there. T.V. shows? You bet. You've seen the scene the protaganist raises the revolver, about to end things once and for all.




And no, it's not the typical 'how many bullets does that gun hold' lament either. No, it has to do with the simple fact that when a revolver is pointed at you (or in this case the camera)

You can see if it's loaded or not. In this case, clearly not. I mean, there may be one round in there, but no more than one. Well, yeah, in lots of things (7 out of 10ish?) you see the empty cylinders, and the the 'hero saves the day' by firing multiple rounds with an unloaded gun.

Go Hollywood.

Now, I can hear all of you saying 'well, they don't want bullets in the gun it's not safe.' Well, that's a bullshit answer, because it would be simplicity itself, especially for a movie studio, to produce 'dummy rounds.' Hell, for 10 bucks (or less) and a trip to my local gun range, I could prolly make 50. Hell, the carpenter on set could prolly make them out of wood for pennies apiece.

I mean, it's not like they have to fire or anything, right?

Anyhow, just thought I'd share.

Buenos con queso,


RSOTD: 2.A placed weasel smiles in a skull.

Monday, March 02, 2009

Let me give you a hand with that.....

I wonder how many 'give/giving/giving up' titles I'll be able to come up with?

I guess we'll find out together.

Nothing really earth-shattering going on today. It's a work day, so I'm in the 'getting ready for work' mode that plagues most of my mornings. I've got a big cup of Komodo Dragon, and I just finished a Costco Chese bagel.

Breakfast of champions, huh?

It's raining today, that's good, because we like the rain. And, we need the rain too. It started yesterday evening/last night, stopped sometime, and, as of this writing, has started back up again.

I'm getting some things together for the mail, but some may have to wait until Friday, as I'm a little short of cash this week. It's a direct result of having been sick and missing a couple days work.

I think I've found a way to share my random sentances with you. Much like my 'What I want' series from last month, I will be putting the RSOTD at the bottom of the page, under my sign off (keep your eyes open kat) so that you can enjoy them too.

That being said, I think I'm going to end this now, and see how much more coffee I can drink before I have to leave.

I'm guessing lots.

Buenos con queso,


RSOTD: 1. The man drinks an illiterate sacrifice below the mob.

Sunday, March 01, 2009

I give up...

Well, not really, but NaBloPoMo has decreed that 'giving' or 'giving up' is the theme for March.

I was starting to get worried, cause I hadn't gotten an email from them with the March theme yet, so I was going to just open my 10 Pound Dictionary and find a random word, and make that my topic for the month.

Then, because my dictionary was across my room under a rather heavy lamp, I decided to google 'random word generator,' which took me here. This thing is a gas. I got so hooked into the whole random thing, that I decided to just use a randomly generated sentence for each day instead of a single word for all of them. To that end, I generated a ton, and saved what I thought were the best 31.

I may still use them as titles for March, I haven't decided yet. If nothing else, I will put them in the post somewhere.

Today marks a milestone of sorts, as it's my 800th post. That number kinda boggles my mind. So, in honor of my prestigious number, I'm going to post some photos.

Is anyone else as stoked as me:

Also, for those of you in the know, I got a delivery of 'change' today:

I've got mail:

Thanks Andie

Buenos con queso,