Archive for December, 2008

24
Dec
08

Stoned at the Movies

When I watch Scarface, I think “you know what?  I could snort that shit.  Hell, I could even deal coke. “

When I watch Bright Lights Big City or even Less than Zero, I know I could easily look just as good doing cocaine as Jamie or Clay.

Cocaine will make you steal from your momma, but otherwise its glam.

Cheech and Chong Up in Smoke makes me want some of that Labrador weed.  I could totally make a run to Tijiuana.

Hell, the only way I could eat White Castle is with the help of some weed.  Maybe I can get buzzed and hook up with NPH in real life instead of my dreams.

I watch X Men and realize, Yummy, I love that Ecstasy.  Someone said that Ecstasy was almost called Empathy, but I don’t know why or how since that someone never expounded on that thought.

I can turn on the video for Unbelievable by EMF and rave ’til I can find a relevant and current analogy of my X use.

Now I know there are no glamorous movies about Meth.  How can you glamorize open sores, loose teeth, liver failure, and dysphoria?  Kids, don’t mess with meth.  Don’t buy it.  Don’t use it.  Don’t even try to make it.  I know its mandatory to have a meth lab in your mobile home at the trailer park, but keep the draino and robotussion under the sink within arms reach of the toddlers where it belongs.

Then I watch Trainspotting and realize Nancy Reagan was right “Just Say No to Drugs!”.  I can live vicariously through Begbie and Sick Boy, those  fucks are proof enough to say no.

Time to get some Jack Daniels and go find some inspiration.  I hear Leaving Las Vegas is a good movie that will inspire me to drink more booze.

23
Dec
08

The Devil made me do it

By the expression of guilt, whats done is done.  Never question the reason why, when the “how” remains.  Impossible, incapable, and unreal but still accountable, responsible, and liable.   Choices are made, voices are carried and the blame remains.  It is acceptable to stand up and admit a weak moral compass.  Left or right, up or down, it is always someone else…’Twas the Devil!

23
Dec
08

Just alright

I like what I got

I love what I give

Its not alot

But it makes me live

Take some

Leave none

I am for you

You are for me

Nothing left to do

But to just be

Alright

Just alright

22
Dec
08

Lesson Learned

I remember kids in middle school and high school that would smoke cigarettes and get caught by their parents and were faced with cruel and unusual punishments.  Some parents would make the kids smoke the rest of the pack; thinking 20 cigarettes in a row would make them want to never try smoking again.  Some parents would even make the kids eat the pack, cig after chewy cig until vomiting occurred or the kid learned his lesson.   Does that kind of punishment work, making someone do something that they enjoy over and over again?  Do it until it hurts kinda thing.  Makes me kinda wish I would have had those parents. Makes me also wish that those new parents caught me having sex!

“How dare you have sex in my house.  I am going to teach you a lesson boy.  You see that pussy right there? You are gonna eat that until I tell you to stop.  Eat that pussy and think about what you have done”…………many hours later.  “Still haven’t learned a lesson? You see that dick right there? You are gonna suck that dick until I tell you to stop.  Suck that dick and think about what you have done!”

Actually, that punishment sounds fun.  Wish I would have had more threesomes in high school.  I am sure I would have learned my lesson.  If not, I would put my head down and think about what I have done.

14
Dec
08

Facebook Movie Quote List (Answer Guide)

1, Pick 25 of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDB, find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them in a note for everyone to guess.
4. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.
5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDB search functions or checking my favorite movies on my Facebook!! That’s cheating and it ruins the fun.

1. Big Lebowski- Let me tell you something, pendejo. You pull any of your crazy shit with us, you flash a piece out on the lanes, I’ll take it away from you, stick it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger ’til it goes “click.”

2. Pulp Fiction- Look, Mr. Wolf, my gun went off, I don’t know why, and now you’re helping us out of the situation. I’m cool with it, all right?

3. American Beauty- That’s my wife, Carolyn. See the way the handle on her pruning shears matches her gardening clogs? That’s not an accident.

4. Memento – You know what one of the reasons for short term memory loss is? Venereal disease. Maybe your cunt of fucking a wife sucked one too many diseased cocks and turned you into a fucking retard.

5. Clerks -37! My girlfriend sucked 37 dicks!

6. Trainspotting - Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

7.  Fight Club - You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

8.  Raising Arizona - Say that reminds me, how’d you get that kid so darn fast? Me and Dot went in to adopt on account a’ somethin’ went wrong with my semen, and they said we had to wait five years for a healthy white baby. I said, “Healthy white baby? Five years? What else you got?” Said they got two Koreans and a negra born with his heart on the outside. It’s a crazy world.

9. Shaun of the Dead - Well, your mum rang about you going around tomorrow night, and then Liz rang about the two of you eating out tonight, and then your mum rang back to see if I wanted to eat her out tonight.

10.  Army of Darkness – Alright you Primitive Screwheads, listen up! You see this? This… is my boomstick! The twelve-gauge double-barreled Remington. S-Mart’s top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That’s right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Retails for about a hundred and nine, ninety five. It’s got a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger. That’s right. Shop smart. Shop S-Mart. You got that?

11.  Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - When I was a kid, I thought I was. I can’t believe I’m crying already. Sometimes I think people don’t understand how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don’t matter. So, I’m eight, and I have these toys, these dolls. My favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call Clementine, and I keep yelling at her, “You can’t be ugly! Be pretty!” It’s weird, like if I can transform her, I would magically change, too.

12.  Rocky Horror Picture Show - Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me / I wanna be dirty! Chill me, thrill me, fulfill me / Creature of the night!

13. Rent – To days of inspiration, playing hookey, making something out of nothing, the need to express, to communicate. To going against the grain, going insane, going mad. To loving tension, no pension, to more than one dimension, to starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretension, not to mention, of course, hating dear old Mom and Dad. To riding your bike midday past the three-piece suits. To fruits, to no absolutes, to “Absolut.” To choice, to the “Village Voice,” to any passing fad. To being an “Us” for once, instead of a “Them.” La vie BohËme

14. Fargo – Oh, fuck it, I don’t have to talk, either, man! See how you like it. Just total fuckin’ silence. Two can play at that game, smart guy. We’ll just see how you like it. Total silence.

15.  V for Vendetta - Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered,

16.  Moulin Rouge – A kiss on the hand may be, quite continental, but diamonds are a girls best friend! A kiss may be grand but it, won’t pay the rental on your humble flat, or help you feed your mmhm pussycat! Men grow cold as girls grow old, and we all loose our charms in the end… But square-cut or pear-shaped, these rocks don’t loose their shape; Diamonds are a girl’s best friend!

17.  Raiders of the Lost Ark – Oh, Marcus. What are you trying to do, scare me? You sound like my mother. We’ve known each other for a long time. I don’t believe in magic, a lot of superstitious hocus pocus. I’m going after a find of incredible historical significance, you’re talking about the boogie man. Besides, you know what a cautious fellow I am.

18. Old School - At this point, you may be asking yourself, why am I holding this 30 pound cinder block in my hands? You might also ask yourself, why does this cinder block have a long piece of string tied to it? And finally, why is the other end of this string tied securely to your penis?

19.  Usual Suspects - Who is Keyser Soze? He is supposed to be Turkish. Some say his father was German. Nobody believed he was real. Nobody ever saw him or knew anybody that ever worked directly for him, but to hear Kobayashi tell it, anybody could have worked for Soze. You never knew. That was his power. The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist. And like that, poof. He’s gone.

20. Sarah Silverman Jesus is Magic – I was raped by a doctor…Which is, you know, so bittersweet for a Jewish girl

21.  Chicago – My sister Veronica and I had this double act, and my husband Charlie traveled around with us. Now for the last number in our act we did these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row: one, two, three, four, five, splits, spread-eagles, back-flips, flip-flops, one right after the other. So this one night before the show we’re at the hotel Cicero, the three of us boozin, having a few laughs, and we run out of ice, so I run out to get some. I come back, open the door, and there’s Veronica and Charlie doing number 17, the spread-eagle. Well, I was in such a state of shock that I completely blacked out; I can’t remember a thing. It wasn’t until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead.

22.  Dogma – You know him too? That fucking guy. Made this flick “16 Candles” right? Not bad it’s got tits in it, but no bush. Of course Ebert over here don’t give a shit about that stuff cause he’s all in love with this John Hughes guy and rents every one of his movies. Fucking “Breakfast Club” all these stupid kids actually show up to detention, fucking “Weird Science” where this one chick wants to take off her gear and get down, but aw, no she don’t cause it’s a PG movie, and then there’s “Pretty In Pink” which I can’t watch with this tubby muthafucker any more, because everytime we get to the part where the red head hooks up with her dream guy, he starts sobbin’ like a little eight-year-old with a skinned knee and shit. And nothing is worse then watching a fat man weep.

23.  13 going on 30 – Matt, stop being so nice to me. I don’t deserve it. Do you know what kind of person I am now, I mean – do you know who I am right now? I don’t have any real friends. I did something bad with a married guy. I don’t talk to my mom and dad. I’m not a nice person. And the thing is – I’m not 13 anymore.

24.  Across the Universe - We’re in the middle of a revolution Jude. And what are you doing? Doodles and cartoons?

25.  Annie Hall – There’s an old joke – um… two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of ‘em says, “Boy, the food at this place is really terrible.” The other one says, “Yeah, I know; and such small portions.” Well, that’s essentially how I feel about life – full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness, and it’s all over much too quickly. The… the other important joke, for me, is one that’s usually attributed to Groucho Marx; but, I think it appears originally in Freud’s “Wit and Its Relation to the Unconscious,” and it goes like this – I’m paraphrasing – um, “I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member.” That’s the key joke of my adult life, in terms of my relationships with women.

12
Dec
08

Hey Now! It’s your birthday Mary O’!

Flashback:

  • the year was 1991
  • retail grocery was the location
  • paper or plastic was the question
  • she looked like jodie foster is what they all said
  • her name was mary

She plays guitar?  She’s an artist.  She’s not like all the other girls.  She is cool as all get out.  Wait, she plays guitar?  She likes grunge!  She knows Soundgarden!  She knows Nirvana and Rage Against the Machine.  This is not just a girl.  This is THE GIRL.

Friends we quickly became, music brought us together.  Was that “Jesus Christ Pose”?  No way!  Hey Now! Yeah she wore that silver skirt that looked like chain maille, but I never noticed.  She was too cool for me to notice that…music, music I hear music.

Ah, Rose.  The sweet matriarch.  Will you allow Mary to go to Lollapalooza with me?  We will be safe, we will rock it out.  We will rock it out.  Your first concert will be amazing, Mary O’.

Primus, Alice in Chains, Fishbone, Arrested Development, Rage Against the Machine and me.  The mosh pit in the lawn was amazing, even with sandals on my feet. Makes me forget that we got lost on the way home or maybe I didn’t want the night to end. (Why did you let me get my ear pierced?  I can’t believe I did that?  It should’ve been my nipple or something…at least you were there with me.)

The Southwest room in your house.  What strange decor.  Obviously, memorable, but strange to dedicate a room to a location.  I never did find out if there was a “North East” room, or maybe I never asked.  The swimming pool.  All those siblings.  I felt like a part of the clan.  You were the sister that I never had.

Graduation for you.  Purdue, Ball State.  I missed you.  Letters were never enough.  I loved it when you came back into town and we would have chance encounters.

San Francisco?  A teacher of sorts?  I desperately wanted to visit you and that city.

Time elapsed.  What ever happened to Mary O’?

Maybe I should  get on Facebook and just maybe I can find my friend. I hate social network sites…but I do it anyway.

A friend request from Mary O’.  It can’t be.  She found me!  Hey Now!

I can’t believe my dear friend found me.  What?  No San Fran, I so wanted to visit.

Alas, my friend list is complete.  Thank you for being my friend, then and now.

Merry Birthday! Mary O.

Still the artist and now a wife and a mother.  The world needs more of you.

www.maryobrienart.com

www.OBtique.com

10
Dec
08

Nukes with a capital F

What happened to the “F Bomb”?  Maybe its so 5 years ago and we have all grown up, but I miss hearing people say “ooohh, he just dropped the F Bomb”.  Maybe “F Bomb” jumped the shark, thats got to be it.  I guess when the statment “ooohh, he just dropped the F Bomb” is made by your 57 year old aunt or your 8 year old son, the shark has been jumped.  Its just not cool anymore when its common for all ages, all sexes, all races, and all others catch onto slang like this.

Has something else replaced the “F Bomb”?  Maybe there is another phrase and I have surpassed that threshold of knowing all the hip vernacular.    Considering, I just used the word “hip” right after using “cool”, that must be true.

How about “F Street”?  “ooohh, he just took a left on F Street!”, how does that sound?   Stupid, I know.  Someone please clue me in. I promise not to repeat it and make it go away like “F Bomb”.

Ahhhhh, fuck it.

08
Dec
08

15 minutes and more

In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes

Andy Warhol said this and so much more.  Growing up, I misquoted Andy quite often.  I would tell everyone that I would be famous for 15 minutes.  Thats not what he said, but it we all take it for what it is.  Whenever someone I knew had any bit of notoriety, I considered that their 15 minutes of fame.  Often times, I considered that moment, that event, that comment, that glory as a waste of their 15 minutes.  I believed that common people, like my friends and me would only get 15 minutes, total.  Why waste it on something silly like winning a spelling bee or hitting the championship game winning home run?  Make it count, use all 15 minutes, make it big and splashy.

I would shy away from the attention as to not use any of my minutes.  Never did I want to be noticed until I was good and ready.  Give me my glory, give me my fame, give me my fifteen minutes.

I think having land and not ruining it is the most beautiful art that anybody could ever want to own

Andy said this too, an inconvenient truth, I know.  They paved paradise and put up a parking lot, but we need parking lots, right?  Population explosions and a world moving so fast, its easy to forget about the beauty of nature and whats untouched.  Is there space left for wildflowers?  We don’t need anymore parking lots.  We need more local businesses that support other local businesses.  With small parking lots for small businesses.  Pick a bunch of those wildflowers, wrap them up and put on the price tag.  We’re going retail.

I don’t know where the artificial stops and the real starts

So true, my friend, so true.  Andy Warhol had a great eye for shadows, foreshadows especially.  There is such a fine line between artifical and real in the world today.  Reality TV, cosmetic surgery, social network “friends”, its all right there on that fine line.  Is it real or is it fake?

Its all really fake!

And damnit!  This blog is eating up my 15 minutes.

06
Dec
08

Blow up Santa

Blow up Santa Claus dolls are everywhere!  Not like a Santa sex doll, that would be interesting though.  There are plenty of women who are turned on by Santa Claus/Jerry Garcia looking men.  I’m not too familiar with blow up sex dolls, but I suppose there could be a Santa sex doll, maybe not for women though.  I think sex dolls are mostly rubberized versions of females to be soiled by males.  Not sure that a female would have any use for a blow up piece of rubber.

Wherever I look I see giant blow up Santa’s being festively over-displayed in front yards.  Santa’s climbing down chimneys, rock and roll Santa, motorcycle Santa, so many versions of that jolly fat man.  What’s the point?  Why spend the money on an inflatable yard decoration?

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When the temperature drops, so does the Santa.  Cold weather makes Santa go down quicker than it takes for Lonely Larry to go down on his blow up Chasey Lane doll.  (Does one really go down on a blow up doll?  Wouldn’t that be like licking a dodge ball?) All that up and down and in and out of the air must be quite a bit of work.

I see blow up penguins, blow up Christmas trees, blow up snow globes, blow up Grinches for those wishing to be not so festive in a festive way,  and so many other blow up decorations.

Maybe I’m a traditionalist or a even a minimalist, but what ever happened to putting a wreath out and calling it good?   Thanks to Target, Kmart, Walmart and all other giant box stores, Christmas has become commercial.  Blow up decorations are readily available and I assume damn cheap too.  Its all about massive displays of the joy of Santa and Rudolf in giant blow up versions.

I believe everyone has the right to decorate and celebrate however they wish, but its become a bit gaudy for my liking.

Put away the rubber blow up crap, put out the wreath, grab some nog, spin the dreidel, grab your Chasey Lane doll and celebrate just like I do!

Happy Holidays

05
Dec
08

shower scene

tables are turned

fairplay goes away

punch to the face

kick to the groin

whatever happens

its on as they say

boom to the boom

slip and slide

moan and groan

dont drop that soap…again…today