gender profile and The Expendables

Hey, it's an ACTION movie. Who cares if Charisma Carpenter is in it? Well,I do. even if it is only for 5 mins total. But hey, this is a bromance movie, not a rom com. Well, it seems the witty banter (I know, Stallone,witty banter?) outweighs the Xplosions. Well, I will give a complete review when I have seen it , like 30,000 times. There is nothing better to do on a hot day in August than sit in a cool theater and munch junk food and watch dudes THROW a rocket at a helicopter. YESSSSSSSSSSS

Buffy vs Edward: Twilight Remixed -- [original version]

ranting about loonies

Since the Westboro fruits have made me think about this:
If I was raised in a bubble or another planet, somebody telling me about Jesus would freak me out. Case: Believe in my GOD who sent his son(self) to die for you.We telepathically communicate and he was a zombie. These things would freak me out if I had not been raised with the Christian background. So, why do I cringe every time I hear nutjobs preaching? I don't want to be associated with them in any way shape or form. I do not witness,I do not preach, I do not judge. If you reached this stage in adulthood w/o belief or deeply in one, you surely don't need MHO. So, I withdraw and shake my head. I know people of many faiths, and they all make sense. It just goes to show that everything is filtered through experience. Words can only mean so many things,but there are infinite ways to put them together.Infinite ways to come to your truth,your GOD,or your invasion theory. We all have to live here together,so why do we keep on making it as unpleasant as possible? Are these people that miserable? Every GOD I have ever heard any version of is at most indifferent and at best a big giant all knowing teddy bear who loves you unconditionally. He doesn't hate anybody,even when wrong has been done. Now, if these morons would just SHUT UP, maybe they wouldn't alienate potential converts.
AND WHY ON EARTH ARE THESE PEOPLE ALLOWED TO GIVE THEIR CHILDREN SUCH HATE FILLED SIGNS?
ARGH!
Okay, enough of my ranting. Off to watch a movie.I'll prolly go to hell for watching Hot Tub Time Machine anyway.

When drugs to make you feel better tank

Going on day 5 of death defying neck pain. Finally tossed it and said get thee some drugs!So, to the tune of twenty bucks I now exist in a state of near sanity (not to be confused with consciousness). Plus, my neck STILL hurts, but is slowly trying to heal up,if I just didn't have to do pesky things like lift my head, turn, or sneeze.
Well, I just thought I'd let my FAN (luv Scott!) know how I am doing.And anyone else who stumbles across.
Echo out

Random Jams

Ohhh...Old Skool with anime...




ARC ANGELS!!


okay,more music assault later.You will be converted.

Monday groans again

Well, it has arrived again. Flying in the face of the weekend. Everybody has issues with the fun coming to a close. But this Monday was actually anticipated by a few friends, due to their A/C going out over the weekend. Believe me, when that happens around here, you cannot WAIT for Monday. I have so many things that need to be done, but I am made of apathy today. My good dog is being moronic and the evil dog is about to get booted off the island. I really just want to hide under the bed until armageddon. I don't think I will even poke my head out then. Well, I suppose I should go and do some things I have been putting off, but then again,I may just start it and sod off to watch Star Wars with Critter.

First blog of the day.smells like summah

Well, I have given in to blogger.Hey,my arm doesn't hurt anymore!Sunday in June in Texas.'nuff said.
So, I have a weird love hate relationship with just about everyone and everything.You know what? scratch the whole getting to know you thing.You will either learn to love the twisted ramblings or not.I will still write them.Comments are welcome and encouraged.
Today,I have been lucky enough to enter into a fake marriage with a guy I created on Facebook.He looks an awful lot like Timothy Olyphant this week.Next week,he may look like Joe Flanigan,or Ben Browder.Or a zombie.Why do I do these things? Boredom.And it is fun!Speaking of fun, everyone should go and listen to some dance tunes and jam out in your underwear.Make your kids watch.Or your neighbours.Or for my friend Yo,her duck.go, do it.do it now.I have stuff to do.I will return.
Yes, I heard that groan over the interweb.