Friday, January 28, 2011

Really? There's more indignity to come?

I have had so many different doctors fingers in my mouth, up my ass, and otherwise invading me that I feel like I should be boarding a plane when they're done.
        Couple that with all the fucking needles they've been poking me with, I'm beginning to believe that in a previous life I was a biker gangs bitch and/or pin cushion of a sewing circle.

                         But GOD loves me....GOD being Girls On Demand, an escort service I use.

Monday, January 17, 2011

"Most. Expensive. Tech. Rehearsal. Ever."

Those are the words I said to my wife when, literally less than 60 seconds into the opening scene of SPIDERMAN: TURN OFF THE DARK, they stopped the show for 5 minutes, then simply moved on to scene 2.
                    Little did we know that if they hadn't come back at all we'd have been better off.
            
To be continued, when my daughter is not literally clawing at me to get off the computer. Gotta' trim those nails.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

"I had a great '70s. I survived it, and that's always good news."

Just watched the American Masters episode on Jeff Bridges, and discovered we are virtually the same.

                                 Bridges moved out at 17, and took 4 years to grow-up and realize his parents were  
 humans.   CHECK.
                                 Bridges convinced a gorgeous 21 year old to spend the rest of her life with him.
                 CHECK.
                                 Bridges is an Oscar winning major motion picture star, and all around artist.
                         OK.
                                 Here's where things fall apart a little.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Time is soooo bendy

It's 1/11/11.

        I feel the need to make some reference to drugs and/or Salvador Dali.

                     I like drugs, and Salvador Dali.

                                                                           There we go.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Losin' My Cool

I had my Colonoscopy today, and got the "all clear". Looks like I've officially blown it.

I should of died young.

Might as well buy a Mini-Van...or get hit by one.