Davemania

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Planet Davemania Mystery Mounds

Another mysterious pic from the planet, Davemania. You are viewing Lake Rustolia Mystery Mounds in the desert regions - the waters are highly toxic (blame poor bladder control). The tourist is a friend of the family and he is excited to view this grand visage.

Legend had it that Martians once tried to secretly colonize this area and built these mounds without a face. Diseases wiped them out. Yeah like in that movie. Anyway, we have tours there if anyone is interested. The next charter flight about the Davemania Star-cruiser is sometime in the next millennia - so get your tickets now!

Okay - its just customized computer generated landscape.., and I placed a friends picture in it, added some shadow, did some smoothing and voilà! I guess I had you going with the space flight tour up until this point no doubt, eh? <wink>

Posted at 12:01 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Monday, December 05, 2005

There's no need to fear!

...., "Underdog is here!" One of America's favorite 1964 blasts from the past superheros, was Underdog! He had the speed of lightning, roar of thunder, fighting all who rob and plunder. But I noticed two things since I've grown up and watched this show again with an educated eye.

#1. He never busted any drug dealers!

#2. What kind of pill is that in his ring?

Yes, Underdog could kick heiney with the best of the superfreaks but when things really got going rough, he'd pop a pill hidden in his ring!! I suspect it was a steroidal substance and I also believe his girlfriend, Sweet Polly Purebred, was his supplier. She made darn sure he had that pill at all costs.

And to think - I once looked up to Underdog. I am hoping of course the ring with the secret pill compartment only held a Caffeine Pill or maybe a fancy Kool-aide compressed pill? Bah - whatever. Yes I am hurting for an entry today. Any complaints about this blog-entry should be phoned in at 1-800-EAT-DIRT. If you enjoyed reading this dirt, dial 1-800-YOU-SMART.

If You Dialed the Complaint Number - the black vans and choppers will be arriving for you shortly. Please do not resist as it could only get worse.

Posted at 11:06 am - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Sunday, December 04, 2005

Who Are You and What Am I Doing? Here?

Today is a not so special day. A do nothing day. Trouble is, doing nothing seems almost like work, and I'm doing LOTS of nothing. I need a break from doing stuff and not doing stuff. I don't know which is more tiring; something or nothing. I don't need a vacation type of break because that involves doing stuff and not doing stuff all at the same time. And WHO really needs that.

If anyone has an original concept on how to take a break from doing nothing and from doing something, please feel free to clue me in. I really need a break. But then I stay broke so..., that makes for another whole sordid situation. I just stay in these koinkidinks.

TracFone Update:

I got my first caller yesterday! YES I DID! It was the first OFFICIAL received call on my Emergency Use TracFone. Prior calls were just testing and setting up voice smell and all that thus did not count. I rushed to the TracFone, pondering, wondering, considering.

Could it be GeeDubya needing advice on the Middle East? Could it be, some movie starlet needing me to attend some social event as her date? Or perhaps it was a damsel in distress? And if so - how did they get my number? But no - it was a mis-dialed number, that COSTED ME A WHOLE MINUTE! Yes I'm that petty, Tom. Why, oh why, do they charge the callee when it's the caller making the call? Okay, yeah so the MaBell Clones can get rich, I know. Never mind.

Posted at 01:18 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Saturday, December 03, 2005

Everybody In The Whole Cell Block...

I have a confession to make. Anyone recall an entry I made once upon a time about ME not giving up on Tether variety of phone - rejecting with all due prejudice those cursed CELL PHONES!?

Well - Having some mid-road crises and finding no phone nearby has an impact on one. So luckily TracFone (pay as you go mobile phones) lowered the price on their cheapest phones to a scant $19.99. Just buy time cards and I'm good to go without being in debt to Ma Bell or the Baby Bells. I must say, my new Nokia 1100, while lacking color screen or other superfab bells and whistles, will serve my Emergency Needs.

I am still apprehensive about irradiating my brains by holding a miniature microwave generator to my cranium, but I assure you its just for emergencies and little else. Who knows - maybe becoming a walking Nite Light will keep me from bumping into things in the dark, eh?

I STILL HATE CELL PHONES - but it looks like a necessary evil just like, Money, Cars and This Blog. Whew! I feel better for having gotten that off my chest. Oh shush yo mouf!!! Like you don't cave-in once in a while.

Posted at 08:59 am - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Friday, December 02, 2005

Follow Up on; An American Graffiti Christmas

This is a follow up on my last entry...., "What ever happened to..."

Mac the original Mall Santa:

Passed the Santa mantel to his offspring who will no doubt continue this tradition until somebody wises up and alters that family history.

The Mall Security Officer:

He moved on with his life and become a successful Janitor's Aid, winning several awards including the coveted, "Drained Man Award"

Santa's Elfettes:

Sheila and Amanda, run their own Chicken Ranch in Nevada. Who knew?

The Boy Who Wanted an Arsenal:

Joined the military and ended up in Leavenworth for kicking a bearded General who reminded him of Santa from so many years ago.

The Cheerleaders:

Graduated College with honors, went their separate ways. All attained degrees in Psychology, Etymology and Biology and in sheer coincidence, all ended up working as McDonald's fry cooks. But they are at least educated fry cooks.

"Santa's Face Is Bald", Boy:

Manages one of Americas biggest Malls and sees to it Mall Santa's have real beards. Spending five years in a mental hospital seemed to help the lad work through his trauma.

Thug With A Gun:

Today that young man is a leading politician, obviously never having changed for the better at all.

Posted at 10:20 am - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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