Why I've Been Away.

Someone pulled a knife in my apartment. Which is true, except it was a "nameless not-so-innocent" whom was momentarily more upset at someone other than me or my Mom. Apparently someone bellyached to this person about what I've been posting online. Now this person already hates the internet because, and this was news to me, others were basically being jerks by humiliating them and crap. So the jerks of both genders run and hide leaving me to hear about it. All of it. If I find out who they are, know there are alot of people older then both you or I still looking to even out their having owed my dad or mom one. Especially on my behalf. :D *shivers* I don't have to do shit except blink innocently and lean back so as not to get in their way. I mean I'm not completely counting on that to happen. There's no reason to stir up controversy first before I even have a chance to, bullshit aside. Then, in all sarcasm, to vindicate your own crap by using me as an innocent scapegoat.

Music video for "Ready Or Not" by The Fugees.
From Grammy-winning album "The Score" (1996.)

Video and music courtesy of Ruffhouse Records
and Columbia Records. All rights reserved.

I have every right to feel, say, do what I want without fear of being persecuted. Or being jealous of. How immature is that for you to act like? Grow the fuck up! I've earned the right to sit on my ass if I want. I've done shit that most people wouldn't dream of both in person and online simply because I wanted something and I asked for it. Politely. *Beavis slaps dark clouds away.* Sadistic people at retirement homes get paid hundreds to do what caregiving I do for my Mom for free. She's not Britney Spears. People forget I saw the depths of conservatorship already and greedheads neurotically divvying up valuables. Or maybe they weren't told at all that I've seen it because the people putting them up to this bullying got their asses royally handed to them? The reality is that some refuse listening to nobody, including hearing out those that have chosen to redeem themselves, and are now on a fast track to ruin. Scoff if they will but its not the first time some thought themselves superior than me and knowingly suffered for it.

Face to face: a true reminder of where ol' Bats came from.

Batman and The Spirit from Batman/The Spirit #1 (2007.)
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I forgot to post yesterday.

Ok, so I fully intended to post yesterday but this last week has been hectic. First last Saturday was my birthday. I told you about that. Then there was Valentine's Day. That was good but relatively uneventful. Except for the flirting with girls part. Always some fun there. Wink, wink. Then on Tuesday I forget what happened. Wednesday is kind of a blur too. Probably just paid bills and watched some new episodes of shows I like. Thursday I burned my tongue on some hot, hot soup. There's a restaurant I go to with my Mom in Vacaville that makes great Chinese food. Now, nine out of ten times the ladies work there remind customers that the soup is really hot but when you're in the midst of conversation like I was with my Uncle, you tend to not pay attention if they did or not that tenth time. The old lady just kinda made a grunt of some sort. So down went the soup and up came some nasty little blisters currently resting on my tastebuds. Damn you illuminazis in back corner alleys trying to ruin my pushing the conversational envelope! Let those housepets go! It probably would've hurt more had I not just shared three pitchers of beer at the bar next door. Mmmm, Guinness.



So now I'm stuck sounding vaguely like I got a lisp unintentionally but haven't let that stop me. I'll be out the door soon embracing that cold, cold wind outside. Yesterday it was freezing so bad I swear it was raining square icecubes. In California! Hail be damned.

Its so cold, Michael Jackson woke from the dead. He even asked for Blanket.

Craig Robinson and John Cusack in Hot Tub Time Machine (2010.)
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Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer.
United Artists.
New Crime Productions.
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Attempting to Stay Focused

Have you ever zoned out and wonder where the time went? I mean one day its Monday night and you're like hey cool, the rest of the week is a cakewalk. Then its midnight on Friday and you're like holy shit, what the hell did I even do all week? Regardless, that's how I am. Time just flies by for me. I mean I look at it now and its been years since I moved from Vacaville. Fuck moving from Davis, that was almost a decade ago.
Anyways, since I don't have much to post tonight I'll just make this quick:

Yada, yada, yada where did the time go?

Journey performing Stone In Love live in 1981. Song courtesy of Columbia records.
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I'm tired and don't have anything to say. I shouldn't wait so late to post these. I'm such a slacker. Ahhhhh!

Time is of the excellence.

Movie poster for Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure (1989.)
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De Laurentiis Entertainment Group (DEG.)
De Laurentiis Film Partners.
Interscope Communications.
Nelson Entertainment.
Soisson/Murphey Productions.
Orion Pictures Corporation.
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Nothing to Post...

I'm tired and want to go to bed. I can't seem to though because I'm wide awake. In part because my comforter is too heavy and it makes me sweat. The other half of me is anticipating something. Something big. Like phenomenal even. Dare I say I don't know what it is. Yet. All I do know is that one way or another, either socially or in business I've paid my dues. Its my pleasure to make everyone happy! That's just the kinda guy I am.

There's a reason this guy hangs with a dude named Goose.

Tom Cruise as "Maverick" in Top Gun (1986.)
Image courtesy of Paramount Pictures.
All rights reserved.

Before I head off to slumberland I just want everyone rooting for me on both sides to know that I'm here for you and that I love you. I'll always be around. Anytime you need something, be sure to look me up. You never know, it just might pay off.

Friend to people, authoritarian public enemy number 1.

Movie poster for Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986.)
Image courtesy of Paramount Pictures.
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If inspiration can come from anywhere, uninspired days provide... nothing. Well ok, maybe they can provide some minor amusement when you're thinking the day terrible. Like when I was in high school, one of my best friends and I used to walk through school bored to tears. Then next thing we know, one of our friends stole the hat of another friend and we were witness to five minutes of live-action Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote antics. Sadly, nobody ever fell off the side of a mountain to the sound effect of a whistle. The expression though on the face of he whose hat got stolen was often near pathetic as the Coyote when holding up a picket sign.


Talk about having too much to eat!

Wile E. Coyote and Road Runner from Looney Tunes.
Image courtesy of Warner Bros.

Days like those don't happen much anymore. I'm mostly so busy that the day just passes by and before I know it, its Thursday when I watch Big Bang Theory or Friday when WWE Smackdown is on. Yay! I don't even miss being bored much except that those were days I went to my Dad's shop and endlessly harassed him in between looking at porno mags.
He was an easy target. We'd walk in and usually he had a customer in his barber chair. Perfect time to ask for money. So I'd score a few bucks and mouth off knowing he couldn't look bad in front of the customer. I was thereby king amongst my friends. Boy did I hear about it though when I came back and he was alone. Lets just say his torturous teasing of me after is probably why I can talk to everyone from rock stars, businessmen and varying celebs with a similar thick skin.

(Sigh) ah, family.

Archie Bunker and Meathead on TV's All In The Family.
Image courtesy of:
Bud Yorkin Productions.
Columbia Broadcasting System (CBS.)
Norman Lear/Tandem Productions.
Sony Pictures Television.
Viacom.
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What's So Lovely About Valentines Day?

I love Valentine's Day. I like the idea of Women everywhere swooning over the idea of being loved. That makes me feel good. Something about how they're always looking to feel good by someone being nice to them gives me the confidence to think that I can be that guy. Oh sure, I can talk to Women seven nights a week anyways. Today though only improves my chances to more than double how many I talked to yesterday. Its like Super Mario Bros. when you collect the star and turn colors. You're invincible. For 24 hours on Valentines Day charming men are invincible. That's not to say all Women are putty in my hands. Only most are. Those lucky ladies.

'Nuff said.

"If You Don't Know Me By Now" by Simply Red (1989.) Song courtesy of Elektra Records. All rights reserved.

You might ask, hey man why are you here then posting a blog if you can go out and talk to the ladies? My reply is this: Where you think I've been all day? Figure it out!

Hey, love happens anywhere.

Daniel-San and Kumiko in Karate Kid Part II (1986.)
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Columbia Pictures Corporation.
Delphi V Productions.
Sony.
Columbia Pictures.
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Belated Posting.

Ok, so you count on me everyday and I ain't lettin' you down! Yesterday was my birthday, sue me. Anyways, despite being 31 I feel great today and let me tell you why. First, I've spent most of the day talking to beautiful women. Nothing unusual there. Then I went to get lunch. That was awesome. I walked into a local franchise, Round Table Pizza and what should be on VH1 but Pink Floyd. Someone up there in the sky must like my bulbous behind. Here's what I ordered: A peperoni, sausage and salami pizza with extra cheese and garlic cream sauce on thick pan crust. Sounds good, huh? Glad I wasn't driving because I washed that down with a Kona Longboard beer.
Notch it up to washing dishes at a pizza joint for a few years. You have lots of time to think when sloughing off other people's plates. Pizza pans and pasta dishes full of sauce and half eaten meals. You're welcome for that
appetizing description.
Anyways, I got home and napped for a while. I didn't even wanna wake up until my Mom reminded me that the Grammy Awards were coming up. Now I love me some Grammys. I don't even care that most of the hack acts are bought off by the academy because they're too stingy to invest long-term in talent that pays for itself. This is why my generation wasn't sheltered in high school like the early 90's were. ;) Yeah, yeah Springfield bullies go crack your knuckles elsewhere. You know and I know that really, behind your presumed smooth image us South Park kids are angels by comparison to YOU! Then your kids compared to me.

Whatta ding-a-ling!

Nelson Muntz and Bart Simpson in The Simpsons Movie (2007.)
Video courtesy of 20th Century Fox. All rights reserved.

Anyways, its not too bad being 31. I'm officially every flavor at Baskin-Robbins.
The only suckfest from now on is gonna be the expectation for me to actually be a responsible adult. What the fuck is up with that?! Now that people are living to be at most 100 then 30's should be like the new 20's or teens. Something.

A real pair. One has sawdust for brains and the other is Mr. Woodchuck.

Joey Gladstone and Mr. Woodchuck from TV's Full House.
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Jeff Franklin Productions.
Lorimar Telepictures (1987-1988.)
Lorimar Television (1988-1993.)
Miller/Boyett Productions.
Warner Bros. Television.
ABC Family.
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