Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Intolerable cruelty
Posted by Marcus at 11:50 PM 0 comments
moichandizing!
Where the real money from the movie is made--merchandising. There's Space Balls the Yogert Doll, Space Balls the soft ball, Space Balls the flame thrower.
May the Farce be with you!
Posted by Marcus at 11:13 PM 1 comments
whatsa dis?
It'sa pictures of my wife and Antonio Brazza.
It means, Antonio Brazza sleeps with your wife!
Posted by Marcus at 11:08 PM 0 comments
burn me puter.... burn me all night long
for if you burn me puter, you'll grow hot and (I'll be) gone. What the? I have the Little Shop of Puters Dell that loves to burn the snot out of my legs.
Feed me!
Does it have to be skin?
Feed me!
Does it have to me mine?
Feed me [my name], feed me all night long! 'cause when you feed me [my name], I'll burn hot and long.
I'm left with questions like, "I don't know! I don't know! I have so ... so, many strong, reservations!"
Posted by Marcus at 10:58 PM 0 comments
hands wrinkled, pain ensues
funny, but rude comic series ... worth the time, www.fartparty.org
Posted by Marcus at 10:29 PM 0 comments
Curse it, I lied ... I'm not asleep! Here's a Schel picture
Salutatations Kevin and family -- extending!
Posted by Marcus at 10:27 PM 0 comments
goodnight, for now
Posted by Marcus at 3:41 PM 0 comments
Clayton Bigsby; Black white supremicist
Moreover the shocking revaltion of his ethnicity, is the telling stupidity of generalized followers of anything. Blinded by preferred ignorance, drones follow tedious tasks for the goal of the hive-mentality.
In his, non-attempt to sound southern, Dave punctuates his Clayton Bigsby speech with, "white power" in an near-effeminant voice--perhaps not unintentional.
Who's the greater fool? The fool, or the fool who follows him? What's missing from the scene is Eninem and Pantera playing in the background--hate, rape, glory unto oneself -- hallmarks of sects.
Should Dave choose to retire, thanks Dave for all the laughs!
Posted by Marcus at 3:19 PM 0 comments
Sales
Let me get this straight. Your company sells ... log pullers?
Yeah. The best log pullers made. And they're made right here in the USA.
It looks like a leash.
Look, do you want the job or not?
Yeah [timidly spoken]
Okay, here's a list of leads.
Posted by Marcus at 3:01 PM 0 comments
Shit her
even that would be painful. Look, can't you see it's the last act of a desperate exhibitionist?
I don't care if it's the last act of Henry the VIII, I'm leaving!
My suggestion is ... get backstage to be the prop person and make sure that she dies for art -- really, suffering and all. I don't like her and haven't liked her. She has been the face of Christianity, when it suited their purpose, now, she's doing a mock crucifiction. I'd suggest it be her last concert. Now, I'd do it on just principle -- in that I don't like her, but ...
now I'd be revered by Muslims, Jews, and Christians alike. I killed that -- thing, called Madonna.
I could even have either Robert England to jump onto stage to finish the act, or have a Hellraiser moment, when some super-graphic masochistic fatality. "We have such sights to show you!"
Better still, don't go and let the empty place pull in no money, leaving the "star" to fade away.
"Like a victim; hey! Killed for the very first time. Like a vi-i-ic-tim, bleeding and then dying."
+ news of this was courtesy of my brother-in-law
Posted by Marcus at 2:34 PM 0 comments
Vote for this Republican (if you're in Indana)
He is, by far, either in league with the most earnest people, or he, himself is so earnest. For this man, I always cast my vote. Mike Ripley, Indiana house 79. I may not be the most credible source for voting tips, but he's reliable.
Thanks Mike!
Posted by Marcus at 12:33 PM 0 comments
interview short
The ramshackle place -- okay, roughly assembled place is next to a cemetary. Their external signs are absent and it's in a poorer section of town. Surprising, I see big names (in semi-expensive) signs along the wall. The reek of new carpet abounds in the place. My interview was short; likely depicting my chances of obtaining my job preference (if any job) with that company. The store next to them sold headstones -- for the resting place of dead-end jobs and job attempts.
It was, however, an interview.
Posted by Marcus at 12:27 PM 0 comments
Rick James after the slap
"Cocaine's a hell of a drug", Rick James confesses. If you ever want a reason not to do cocaine, watch Charlie Murphy true Hollywood storeis from Dave Chappelle. Candid display of degraded intellect from drug use.
....
In this scene, he was flying high, but generally happy. I'd like to think that if I iwere bartending, that I would, not be high-but exceeding happy mostly. Having to finally deal with the fifraf that came and stayed would weigh down on me. Ultimately, I would either surrender to alcohol or much more wisely, quit.
"Com on Dave, give me a break."
"One break, coming up!"+
+ Van Halen's, Change
Posted by Marcus at 10:43 AM 0 comments
As bad as it gets?
Renaissance actor Hugh Jackman proves he's more than just a pretty face (or a superhero, for that matter) in this impressive turn as Curly in the National Theatre's production of Rodgers and Hammerstein's "Oklahoma!" Jackman, accompanied by acclaimed thespians Maureen Lipman, Josefina Gabrielle and Shuler Hensley, sings the show's best hits, including "Oh, What a Beautiful Morning," "The Surrey with the Fringe on Top" and the title song.
I think that's as bright of an idea as casting Billy Crystal as the president in West Wing or Ellen Degeneres in Vanessa Williams: Untold Miss America story.
Posted by Marcus at 9:26 AM 1 comments
Gettin' flakey with it
Blogspot is getting less reliable. I tried much of this week to go and edit my posts, to no avail. What is the issue? It's just upsetting.
Posted by Marcus at 9:24 AM 1 comments
3, is a magic number +
I got a mess of spam yesterday, crud! Thankfully it was sitting in suspected spam folder, but golly! It's been pretty clear for a while. If you are ever in doubt, and don't have the ability to see the email account who's sending you the "supposed real email", then follow the rules:
if it is 1 KB or less -- kill it
Magic numbers are 2, 14, 26 KB. I kid you not. I was looking for trend and that is it! What is magical about the email size is a mystery, only that these numbers are generally the spam email sizes.
+ from Schoolhouse Rock
Posted by Marcus at 8:51 AM 0 comments