Quality over quantity, I suppose.

I posted an update on The New Black today (my first since August 26) for Magic Touch" by Clor".

Overheard in a bar tonight.

"Yeah, me and Johnny could go skinny dipping with you but with us two it would be more like chunky dunking."

Mt. Mamma.

I'm back home in West Virginia for Thanksgiving, I'll write more soon! To hold you over here's a picture of my dad next to the new big thing for sale at the flee market...a huge women's panties with cock fighting logos on them!

TITC viewing.

I want to have a screening of chapters 1-12 (unedited) of R. Kelly s 'Trapped In The Closet' at my apartment this Friday after work. If you haven't seen it yet it's Mr. Kelly’s Opus. You watch it and think 'R. Kelly's a genius', then you watch the commentary you realize 'holy crap, he's not joking, wow he's crazy' which makes it all that all that more jaw dropping! It reminded me of a R. Kelly version of Jon Moritsugu’s Terminal USA. Who's in?

Operation Dumbo Drop.

My friend Matt and I were discussing Bill Murray movies at work yesterday. Specifically, that lull in role choices that he had there for a while, like the movie with him and the elephant. I was really surprised when I recently watched, and liked The Man Who Knew Too Little from around that time, but Bill Murray and a elephant movie, that can't be good, can it...anyone one seen it?

This reminded me of another strange elephant movie related interaction that took place during a film class in college. My professor was giving a lecture about the emotional effects that film has on people based on their experiences. This led him to talk about his time spent in Vietnam and because of the traumatic things that he had seen he would not watch movies about the war. While he's telling us about his personal experiences with the horrors of war this guy raises his hand, "yes, you" the professor says. This, seemingly not crazy up until this point, guy says "Um yes, I was just wondering Operation Dumbo Drop, did that really happen?" The professor said "I don't know what you're talking about". The guy says "there's a movie, Operation Dumbo Drop, where Vietnam solders have to parachute an elephant into a village. It's supposed to be based on a true story." Everyone's just kind of doe eyed but the teacher was really nice and said "no, I never heard anything about that while I was over there" trying go back into his lecture, then, the guy interrupts again and says "I just think it's interesting because to pull of an operation of that magnitude you'd have to..." blah blah blah and HIJACKS the rest of the class talking about Operation Dumbo Drop! He did this a few other times throughout the year on completely unrelated topics but, still, only about Operation Dumbo Drop?!

In other news I've been on my friend Fox in the Snow's blog today talking about my balls.

Wake'N'Bacon.

Finely an alarm clock that appeals to the all important Todd Arkley, Erik Blood, and Lindsey demographic.

K-Fed.

A track, 'Ya'll Ain't Ready', from the new Kevin Federline album was leaked today. Good lord, it's craptastic!

UPDATE : I'm a little late on this, I just noticed it's been on every blog in the world already, and rightfully so.

Power pillin'

My friend Wally, our security guard at work, has been filling the candy bowl at the front desk with some primo confections as of late. Halloween candy is in full swing, Rain-Blo's, Smarties Money (basically bigger smarties that look like coins), and chocolates packaged in foil that makes each one look like little eye balls. Mmmmm, its all candy you would never get on your own but when you see it you're like "man, I want to eat the shit out of that fucking candy"!

This reminded of some Halloween/candy stories. When I was in fifth grade I wanted to be a rock star. My mom didn’t know what a rock star costume initialed so she dolled me up with lots of make up and what she perceived as "rock wear". Thinking back on it sounds like it looked awesome, just not kid awesome. So, I get to school kids keep asking me "why did you dress like Boy George" to which I would yell "I'm not Boy George, I'M A ROCK STAR!!" I think that story explains a lot about me actually. As does this...

I had an unnatural love for Pac Man and Pinball when I was a kid. My parents, maybe sensing this as a recipe for lifelong comic collecting (I went for music instead) pushed me to stay active by getting me involved with tennis and soccer. The tennis stuck but I never really got into soccer. I was always terrible at it. I don't think my childhood spazzyness was conducive to waiting for a ball to come to me. I much preferred the instant gobble gobble gobble chomp of the Pac Man.

So, during soccer games I motivated myself by pretending WAS I was Pac Man. I'd keep a packet of Smarties in my pocket, which I had convinced myself were power pills that would give me kung fu soccer skills for a short burst of time. When I saw the action coming towards me I'd franticly search for a Power Pill. I would spend so much time fumbling around my pockets trying to “drop” the action had long passed me by when I'd found a Smartie. I didn't let that stop me though; once I ate that Smartie I could feel the surge, I would chase after the ball crazed like a lil' mad man for thirty seconds until the affects of the Power Pellet wore off. What could anyone watching this have been thinking?!

I feel like yelling “I'M A ROCK STAR”! while giving high fives with sweaty orange slice and candy hands, yup, that pretty much sums up my life.