Herb and Friends spill their guts... and you have to clean it up!
They had the power to bring change... too bad it was just for a buck-fourty-nine
MY WISH LIST
Yes, you can buy my silence or just get me something because you've enjoyed my blog content and feel guilty for reading it for free. You can even buy me something if you hate my blog - your punishment in this way is more than I can stand. Or, you can just look through and wish along with me.
As an Aries.., Mars is my home planet. Isn't she beautiful for a dead planet? Anyway here's a 3D view taken from the orbiter in 2006. Info on how to view is located in the side bar. Enjoy.
(this is a repeat posting - the last one disappeared into nowhere. So, if it shows up again, this will explain why there is a double posting)
Yes - Sarah Connor is back with a vengeance. She and her son will be kicking Terminator Machine buttocks, left, then right and down the middle. To air roughly late 2007 or early 2008, FOX TV will be bringing this weekly series to the masses. No matter how good it is, don't count on anything past season one, maybe season two, because these TV executives are idiots what think nothing of ditching a show thats a hit, unless of course its a cartoon they know kids will watch what has harsh language and sexual innuendo.
THE CHRONICLES OF SARAH CONNOR
Wil Wheaton (of Star Trek: Next Generation, fame) auditioned for a role, which I presume will be a guest spot if selected.Maybe more if he fits their criterion.
Yesterday the phone rang. Immediately I went into panic mode, ran and hid in the bathroom again, curling up in the fetal position.., 'make the bad noise go away, make the bad noise go away'. Well - it didn't go away so I cowboyed up, did my John Wayne strut to the phone and picked it up.
It was daughter. It seems everything is fine in her world, and she even put Grandson on to talk. "Hewo paw-paw, I love you" came his small tiny little eensy voice. "Paw paw loves you too! What have you been doing today?" I responded.
"I play in doit - hahahaha - I play in doit", Grandson began. "Mommy talk you now." - he tried to pass me off to his mother but I wasn't having any of it.., "Hey - you talkin' to me? You talkin'talking to me? You talk to me!"
"Gampa.., I make potty", he said quite proud. "Hah! I got you beat, kid. I just made potty too! I'm old! Thats what old people do."
"Paw-paw.., you do know thats fairly disgusting for an adult to do, don't you? However I understand you geriatrics. I really do. But who am I to judge. I really have to go now and get my underpants changed. Oh, and before you try to make any adjustments on the particle accelerator plans I sent you for the dispersal of photonic balanced nuons, I suggest moling over the quantum matrix notes regarding the dangers of field emitter overload."
".., Hold ON!" I snapped. "Adjusting the field harmonics to a ratio of .06 gigahertz will stabilize the inherent fluctuations that could pose emitter overload. And for the record, unlike you, I actually go to the bathroom when I make potty, ya little smart alecky snot."
The kid is almost 3 years old and still thinks he knows everything. I keep telling his mother not to be letting Grandson hang around with that thug, Stewie Griffin, who knows, oh so much, about nothing. But what are you going to do when your grown kids don't listen to you and pretend they have a mind of their own. Youth is wasted on the young. **sniffs the air** Does somebody smell something funky in here? DOH!
I was watching a retrospective on the Saturday Night Live originals (Chevy Chase, John Belushi, Dan Akroyd, Bill Murray, Gilda Radner, Garret Morris, etc), entitled "Live From New York: The First Five Years of Saturday Night Live". To see these people now (the ones that are still alive and working) and see them what they looked like back in the 70s.., what a shock. But then I realized, I'm from that stock! Oh man! I'm a freaking fossil!! And so are they!
True, true, I look much better at my age than they do.., and more intelligent, obviously (shu'up and let me live out this delusion) .., but really.., what the pea soup happened here? One day you are young, energetic, six-foot tall and invincible - then BAM! Father time nails you in the keester and you're looking in the mirror picking flies out of one of the many folds in your skin, hobbling around holding your back, screaming at imaginary kids on your lawn to get out of your yard...,
.., and when you fully realize what happened - you scream - call the cops on the telephone to report a crime. Someone stole your youth! Somewhere between point A and point B, something really horrible occurred, so you try to back track and come up with - aside from a few incidentals - zilch. All you really know is there was this blur and now you got grandkids, own a futuristic computer, and have a blog and writing about growing old. No body who says life is fair, knows what the heck they are talking about. But I guess you can enjoy it while you got it. Maybe.
SNL - John Belushi "Samurai sketch" + some dumb kid unrelated doing a tribute to John
Ever see the movie, PHANTASM? That flick truly is a movie dreams are made of - nightmares, that is. I've had strange oddball dreams very similar to that cruddy b-movie, I guess thats why I feel connected to it. Why do I even bring it up? I saw it in Walmart last I was there to pick up pain meds for my back, for a mere $14.95 or something along those lines. The movie, not the meds. I didn't buy it - but only because I was broke. I think there were a total of four sequels made, but I & II were by far the best.
Games
Want to play a cool online game? TANK WARS, is a really neato 3D 1st person perspective game. You don't shoot people, dogs or cats. Not even the occasional chicken. I know, I know. That just disappoints you something terrible doesn't it? The player simply selects 1 of 4 tanks, cruises this city and destroy enemy tanks that grow in number as the levels progress - and theres a Helio-copter what likes to drop bombs and shoot missiles at you. I've never discovered if there is a final level (I assume there is) but I love this game lawts and lawts. You can even order the full version to play anytime you want.
Keith Richards Don't Like It
It seems people like Keith Richards love to exercise their right to freedom of expression, freedom of speech and the like - up until it up and rubs his fur the wrong way coming from someone else. I guess only the rich and weirdly dressed have that right, but anyone else should shut their mouths and not have express their opinions. Hah. Gotta love the hypocrites. Keith, if you cant handle the heat - go back to the Old Rocker's Home and sit it out under the airconditioning.
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It was daughter. It seems everything is fine in her world, and she even put Grandson on to talk. "Hewo paw-paw, I love you" came his small tiny little eensy voice. "Paw paw loves you too! What have you been doing today?" I responded.
The kid is almost 3 years old and still thinks he knows everything. I keep telling his mother not to be letting Grandson hang around with that thug, Stewie Griffin, who knows, oh so much, about nothing. But what are you going to do when your grown kids don't listen to you and pretend they have a mind of their own. Youth is wasted on the young. **sniffs the air** Does somebody smell something funky in here? DOH!
