Enigmatts stupid rants

Well. Here it is. A new blog. Whatever. Let’s start with the simple things and move on up shall we?  Last night I couldn’t stop thinking about Kim, shit, she kept popping up in my dreams and it was kinda funny and annoying at the same time. Believe me, I wanted to stop thinking of her. maybe I still feel something for her… Or maybe it was due to the fact that I had eaten a whole thing of Nacho Corn Nuts after dinner. Whatever it was, it’s still driving me crazy, I cant realy forget her. I must in order to move on with my life. That’s what she must’ve done by now.

In other news we got a new puppy, named Amalia, and she is a white boxer and about eight months old. So that’s really helping things along, since Grace only has about a year or two left in her before she goes.

I’ve signed up with Helium.com, a place where people get paid to write articles of anything they want. Its not a place for you to just blog your head off like nuts. You have to write articles on varios topics, ranging from car repair to zero space, So far I’ve earned $0.29 for the sixteen articles that I’ve written.  It’s mainly just one cent per person that veiws a aprticular article of there choice.

We recruited another person into the Avatars United fold. He look’s promising and has a lot of potential and has big plans as well, an added bonus! So we got to talking and hes one of us now. Just the three of us, he’s got a script going about french romance. So that’s something new. He’s very eager to help us get things moving as well, I like that in people, I really do.

I’ve asked a friend of mine to be my study buddy, since I really do need one to keep me on track with everything. I have lousy study habits and it’s affecting my grade point avarage.

Last but not least, I’ve talked to an army recruiter about signing up; Depending if my grade point average drops below 2.0. So I’m going to meet with a Zummers. The negatives outwiegh the positives at the moment. I’ll be away from my friends and family, pets and homeboys and chica’s. I wont get the chance to say what I’ve always wanted to Kim, but that’s more or less up in the air, if I’d actualy say something to her. maybe I will. It depends on my frame of mind. I dont hate her… ANYWAYS! The positive thing would be that I would be getting some meat on my bones, good training with weapons, a lot of experience that I couldn’t get other wise and I’d get a lot more confidence in myself. they would also pay for my classes and I would go places and see the world, and I’d be away from Mom and her constant griping….Well its not that bad. I figure if I can handle her yelling at me over a room, I can handle  anything that life throws at me. I hope that im making the right choice by meeting her.

I used to be shy and just shut off from the world as well. My only outlet was rampaging through the Yahoo! Stockwatch chatrooms and just insulting the hell out of everyone there. That was back in highschool, when I was a freshman. As I grew up in life through out those precios years, I learned to update my look and attidude as needed. Which was not very often. Anywho, before I become totaly off track, I joined the theatre arts program at oak grove to help with that little shyness of my own. It gave me the confidence I needed to get out of my own shell and start to at least talk to the others students in my class.

The theatre arts has been widely reguarded as a place to let creativity grow and blossom, and as also a place for lots of drama (the bad kind) and hazing as well. It’s was through out these experiences as well as others that I learned to over come my shyness. If your kids are shy and not very outgoing or for the hell of it, or just going through that goth phase. Then show them the light of the theatre!  if it’s the dating scene they are worried about, then take them clubbing, perferrably not the seel kind.  Kid’s these days as well in our generation and those before us have and are still dealing with all kinds of peer pressure. Whether it be from “OH! MY! GOD! what a hideos dress that girl is wearing! ugh!” or this kind ” HEY! YOU! GIVE US YOUR LUNCH MONEY!” or the all important popularity contests that are constantly surprising everyone these days. Then here’s a little tip.

Go to your kids school and just hang out with them for a day, learn what they go through each day, get to know the friends a bit. Hell, invite the little dudes bully over for dinner and get to know him or her or the local popular kid as well. get to know the folks of these kids as well! forge your child new alliances that allow them them to just confront the things they dont want to. See how they handle things. If you have a son, and hes in love with the local beauty, then ask him to ask her if she’d like to come over for dinner. trust me, this has worked numerous times when I’ve done it, and weve become great friends afterward.

The real truth of the matter is that shyness, or being trapped in the shell, is more or less caused by lack of confidence. The only way to get your shy kids out of that shell is to get them to go to the school dances and party there butts off.  also making friends in the process, make out with girls, hell, why not, even form a little entorage themselves and to get everyone intrested. Everything that can possibly done to get them to open up a bit, do it. Except in the cases of giving them alcholic beverages…. That would be a bad thing. we dont need any “My Little Drunky” problems. If you’ve already stooped to that low, then shame on you.

Where was I? Oh yeah, the cure for shyness is to put your little ones in situations that build up the kids confidence. Girls like confidence, as do boys! its fun for the whole family! So in summary?

Confidence = The cure for shyness and other social fears.

well… here it is… the most personal topic youll ever hear me write about.. out for the world to read and hear.. well, might as well get on with it then right?

it was a somber event to say the least, in part with grampas last moments, wich the whole family was there for his last two day hurrah, wich surprised the hospice to say the least. i dont think she thought he would last more then a couple of days. i was there too, it… it…it was something new to me. ive always read about people going through the stages of dying, paling of the skin, loss of movement, reorganizing of memories… but to be right by his side when it was actualy happening, it stunned me alot.

part of me was just torn apart inside, not really knowing wich way was up, and the other part of me was just trying to keep it together. i remember everything so crystal clear, like it was yesterday. well i know it wasnt yesterday, but it still somethingthat will stay with me forever. i mustve stayed by his side for at least a half hour befor getting some rest, then we prayed over him to have a peaceful passing, and not go through any pain. he looked so pale. is that how well all look when we die in our old age? bummer. that means ill have to get a tan befor i go.

granma was theo ne who was the most affected by the whole thing. she still is, i call her every once in a while to see how things are going, she says shes fine, but she isnt. none of us are anymore. i wonder how long it will take to recover from this?

the next day or so, he passed away in his sleep. everyone was in tears the hwole time, but i had to hold it together, i gave everyone hugs, i had to be the strong one there… buti nside i wasnt, i was lost, in my thoughts about what was going on, about everything that had happened in my life, about where im going with it. to tell the truth it still saddens me whenever i think about it, however on a positive note, i can audition way the hell better then i could before. but at what cost?

he was a good man, james francis gavin. he was my grandfather, my friend, and he lives on in all the gavin clan, and beyond that as well. he touched so many lives that its impossible to understand to depth of his warmth and his heart. thats my goal in life, to lead a life like his. our whole church and the community was there, friends, family, and the what not as well. but im getting ahead of myself here.

the ride there was quiet for most of the time, everyone was talking about things to take there minds off of his death, i couldnt think of anything, my mind was a complete and utterly empty void as we made our way over to his house. we grabbed breakfast over at wendys. when we got there, all of us were… all of us were…just trying to make it through the day without messing it up, my aunts were just devistated by the loss of there fathers, as were most of my cousins and myself included. but we couldnt possibly know the pain and loss of directions his wife had recieved. granmas a good woman, she knew about granpas cancer as did we. it was in its final stages and had made a reappearearance everywhere.

they asked me if i wanted to leave the room as they were going to take him out of the room. i told them no, id stay there and watch as they put him on the gurney and wheeled him out of the house and put him into the ambulence, i watched them drive off. it still didnt hit me then that he had died, like i was in denile of what i was seeing and that it was all just a dream. but i had to face reality and went back inside the house to comfort the others as much as i could.

everyday till the funeral seem to pass so slowly, my thoughts drifted from one things to the next without much direction, hell, i even thought about kim for a bit just to try to cheer myself up a bit. it didnt work as i was wracked with grief over granpa. as im sitting here writing this, at random points im tearing up. but nothings flowing yet. thank god for that. my thoughts swam from thing to thing, like i was looking for an answer to this question: was it going to get easier from this point on? i couldnt hear or see the answer for the longest time. no it wont get easier. id just… have to take the hits as they came along. we were at my uncle randys place. a beautiful mansion of a place completely with pool, hottub, down stairs theatre with leather seating and over four thousand movies to choose from.. or thats what it seemed like to me.  the number of movies, i mean, everything else is real.

as i was saying befor, the sermon for grampas funeral was excellent, although it did trouble me a bit to see no one get up to say some words about him, probably because we were all so tied up with anxiety that he wasnt suffering anymore and is in a better place.

i was one of the pallbearers,  it still didnt hit me that he was dead, like i said before, it felt like a dream that i woke up from, only to discover that it was real, and very much in fact, did happen. so that it. i finaly talked abouti t. and there you have.

what to write about…what to write about….what to what write….about. nothing. absofuckingluting nothing. nothing really comes to mind, no really, im all out of ideas to write about. i could write about kim, but what purpose would that servve? and i could write about sarah, but what purpose that that serve? its just really freaking weird for me not to have anything to write about now a days, i could blog about lorna or debbey, or candice, or shelly, or winston or mike, or any other number of things. maybe i could write about my dreams? maybe but not likely. i could write about writing stuff wich im doing at the moment.

i could write about adding friends for no apparent reason other then to just add them. not really knowing what could become of it and simply justifying the cause to make things easier on myself. i could go into some random offshoot story about something happening, but im not in the mood to go through that. and besides, it takes a hell of a lot of energy when i do go into that much detail about stories. mental energy, and such.

bored, bored, bored. golly jeepers batman were fucking tired arent we? hell i could write about kim. in fact i will. im in the mood to anyways, and for the last time forever, im not obsessed. or i could go into why id make a great father figure in my kids life. but i have no kids, wich i want some some day. seriosly, have you all thought about that event? where youll either be pushing one out of you thrugh a hole in your cervix the size of a pea? that shits gotta hurt!

i mean, i could totaly understand the mental capacity for it, after all, women do have stronger abdominal muscles for that one purpose only. and it would also explain that little puffed up section of the tummy . no really it would, i always thought that women had a constant case of gas or something befor i figured it out.

hell the only real reason that men are around is to put the seed n you gals. but then thats just the stupidity of this idiot, whose tired as hell and wants to stop writing. but he wont. theres just way the hell to many things i could write about. and im so friggin wiped out as well. hmmm…. wonder what shes up to? wonder what sarah dreams of? now i know what your thinking… and i know about fourty different sarahs and kim, and shellys, and candaces, and cassidis. so dont try to pin it on yourself that im talking about you. i know only three or four different beth and bobbys. speaking of wich, whats that dork been up to anyways?

coffee…coffeee… cooooooooofffffeeeeeeeeee….. can you tell that im bored? im just going to keep on writing till i run out of things to say. hell this might take a while. no really, it might. i justm ight end it here… but i wont, just kidding. i love techno! im goingto write the next paragraph in all caps… just for the effect of people thinking im yelling when im not.

LA LA LA LA LA…. IM BOREED. THATS RIGHT, MY TRUE NAME IS BOREED! I LOVE THIS SONG! BACKSTREET BACK TONIGHT! I HATE BOYBANDS, ESPCIALY N’SYNC. WHY DO I HATE THEM? I DONT KNOW, I JUST DO. KINDA LIKE I HATE POCORN SHELLS GETTING CAUGHT IM MY TEETH. A NESSECARY EVIL. OK THATS ENOUGH CAPS.

yep that was fun. what to write. what to write. what to write. im like, so , like, bored that everything is like, so tubular. i like, love kim. wich kim am i talking about? beats me. probably the one in san jose. lost my ghost to her. damn her!!! she took my ghost! what the hells my ghost anyway? its like a weird assed beverage for old guys in surfers shorts. no really! have you ever thought about florida? thats where there making old people even as we speak. or i write! what ever…but still. its FLORI FUCKING DA! just kidding!

im the king of new jersey! king morgan at your service, how shall i screw up your day!? would you like an order of fries with that? no? thatll be 4.55 at the second window please. sir you have to be in a car to go through the drive through. i know thats a bike, its just not the same sir. well still. go on through. im a hooker for jay leno.

wow, that was intresting to say the least. florida, florida, florida…. how i love thy oversoul… what would you do for a klondike bar? no  really, because i hate them. i dont like mint ice cream that much either.

to answer your question quite honestly, and i do apologize for going nuts back there. im just a little annoyed at things. anywho, for your first question, no i havent told any racist jokes, and when i hear them and everyones laughing there butts off, i stay quiet, because even though i may be the odd man out of the group, i still stand with my integrity intact and not embarrassed. as for the dating a woman of another ethnicity or religion for that matter, my parents wouldnt mind a bit, and neither would i.

the fact that we do have these conversations and no one has yet to throw an insult our way does proove a lot. but the basic fact remains that even though it wont be as prominent then as it is now, that big rock will keep getting smaller, inch by inch. and it will probably be another thousand or so years befor that rock is nothing more then a pebble wich well keep chipping away at till its nothing.

this also bring up another intresting point. i was walking to class today when i got lost in my thoughts about existence and what our purpose really is, whats the answer to the question weve asked ourselves a million times over? why do we constantly kill our own just so there will be more killing in the future? how come were searching for another species besides our own in the universe? whats the point of everything if we find out that were alone in this thing called existence?

whats the point of living a day to day life, to repeat that which has been repeated by so many others? wouldnt the world be a much better place if everyone just stopped fighting for five days? for ten? wouldnt it be nice to hear that all the gangs in the world united with the authorities in an effort to eliminate terrorism? if that could happen, even though it may only be a dream, wouldnt it be nice to know that the worlds better off that way instead of all this fighting?

even though humans have a limited lifespan of 110 years maximum, what really matter is what we do in that life time and who we make connections with. im a bit calmer now that ive had some time to mull it over in my head. i for one, am not a racist, ive never been racist, i beleive everything in the world should be free, that drugs, the ones that harm instead of help should be burnt away to nothing.

true that our existence is nothing more then a series of randomly combined elements proven to have concise devolopments to a thought process, we still exist none the less. are we really living our lives as we see it? or are well just remembering what we did from a day to day stand point? but if this were true then were all dead or dying. as true or horrible as this may seem we cannot ignore that wich we feel the call of our selves for.

if then we eleiminate racism from the world, what will we do then? what purpose do we serve if not to entertain those around us? i ask these questions both in curiosity of life itself and of fear for my own answer? what will it all mean in the end?

true racism is more or less a boulder in the scheme of thing, we should concitrate on curing diseasing, making the world a better place for all to live in and still have time to catch the game on sunday. even if im totaly off topic, wouldnt you agree with me that certain aspects of our conversations seem rather planned and preempted rather then decisions of our own caliber?

but to the topic at hand, rather then going off on another subject, we should stay where we are and confine ourselves to that wich engrosses us the most. life, my friend is what engrosses us, whats in that life you ask? love, hate, sadness, happiness, people all around the world have these same emotions built into themselves, and yet we continue to fight each other all because of what eachs religion states. we have so much potential as a species, and yet we are troiubled by only our constant intrest in wars. these thoughts are connected in one way or another, there is a solution out there to help chip even more away at the rock wich faces us, we just need to keep chipping away till racism is nothing mroe then a fine dust wich will trouble us no more.

wouldnt you all agree?

i dont really know whats going on in my mind, just when i think everythings smooth sailing, i hit a wave of doubt and uncertainty. although this really has nothing to do with the fact that all my life i was pushed from one situation to another like a checkerpeice. but through each of these experiences ive learned that to calm one heart and firey passions, instead of trying to block out thoses memories, or change the image of a loved one from one thing to another, that i should accept those feelings and let them die out on there own, and relish the time with the loved one and let it play itself out until naother thought pops into my head.

though i must admit its been a tad bit trying on the concience to say the least. ive been doing some thinking on the whole of things at my current point in life. i know im signed up with a temp agency, so that pretty much takes care of the job part of things. im still single, wich doesnt really bother me as much as it used to, i still need to get my drivers license and buy my first house…. or at least find a place where the rent is cheap. i also need to help get avatars united off the ground and into the air with the stories and such. my feelings for kimberlee have pretty much subsided and everythings returned to nomarlcy for me anyways. ive dealt with my feelings for sarah, and weve both agreed it would be better off if we stayed friends. and now those are getting back nto place. im still a virgin, no surpise there.

as for the whole of the family matter, taris doing fine, she has her moment where i want to smack her one, but everythings been a little rocky from time to time. my relationship with my step dad scott has improved a little bit as well as my dad. i havent talked to any of my cousins in a while but im trying to change that.

i guess all in allthings are going pretty well for me. im making new friends gradualy and im finding that even if i dont really belong in any one group of friends, i know that i have friends that i cherish to death, and thats saying alot right there.

Google’s acquisition of YouTube poses implications and opportunities for those of us working on in-store and out-of-home media networks. To be clear, it is not likely to have much effect on large, homogeneous in-store media networks (like the ones found in nearly every Wal-Mart and Target store) or single-brand merchandising networks (like the kind you see in high-end clothing retailers). Things start to get more interesting, however, in less homogenized environments.

Mall concourse advertising — the longtime domain of AdSpace Networks and others — could be an ideal application. While AdSpace and relative newcomers such as the OnSpot Digital Network (a partnership between Simon Property Group and media conglomerate Publicis Groupe) have focused on some creative ways of expanding and improving the in-mall experience with digital signage, the addition of cheap, plentiful and readily-available content from a massive Google-powered network could go a long way toward improving things even more. Likewise, I’ve noticed a recent trend of putting screens at a seemingly random sampling of local venues in certain towns or regions, in the hopes of selling ads to other local or national vendors. Much like the army of Web sites that run AdSense, these smaller (or at least less consistent) networks also seem to be prime targets for YouTube-sourced content. Envision this scenario:

• Advertisers upload video ads into a new Google Video AdSense service, and tag it with relevant information, like product name, target demographic information, etc. Other content producers upload entertainment content. Once reviewed and approved, it would go into a public Video AdSense ad pool.
• Meanwhile, digital signage network owners configure their screen schedules to include some amount of time for pre-selected content (the venue’s ads and messages, public service announcements, etc.), and another block of time for the AdSense pool.
• At playback time, each screen goes through its playlist as usual. Now here’s where it gets interesting: when selecting an AdSense ad to play, Google supplies a spot based on its algorithm, using the data attached to both the video files and the screens. Depending on how desirable the screen location and audience is, this could initiate a real-time auction to decide which ad gets placed on the screen, with revenues shared between Google and the screen’s owner.
• Similarly, when selecting YouTube content that doesn’t fall into the realm of straight advertising (such as music videos), Google selects content appropriate to the venue and offers it to the network for some nominal cost per play.  The network owner could then decide on the fly (presumably with the help of some software) whether to purchase the content playback rights and show it, or opt for some less expensive or free content. If nothing appropriate or cheap enough is found, the digital signage software could simply fall back to its pre-stored or venue-specific content.

Things get even crazier when you factor in the major licensing deals that both Google and YouTube have been working on for the past several months. With Fox airing episodes on MySpace and CBS signing up with YouTube, it seems that the networks are becoming more comfortable with expanding their content distribution channels. How long before they craft a pricing model where a public venue — perhaps a diner or a hair salon — can purchase episodes of CSI or Survivor to show in the waiting area?

Unfortunately, what’s missing from this model is an appropriate measurement metric that allows for the improvement of content selection. Given the proliferation of digital signage in all kinds of public places, I can envision a significant demand for this kind of offering in the not-too-distant future — especially for the smaller networks. Before that happens, however, there are a number of business, legal and technical issues that need to be worked out.

youll have to forgive the mystic sounding title, but i figure theres a good enough reason for it altogether. right? well more or less out of boredom i guess. ive been doin some thinking on the subject of love…yeah yeah, still a bit ticked off about last thursday, but im mostly over it. seems to be a little bit of a chink in my armor. more like a raging crack if you ask me. anyways… by this point in time of thep osting if youve been following my blogs for the past couple of weeks, youll know that i love christina, nit in the mmore passionate type love i had for kim, but mostly a friendship and respectful type love.

we had the talk and we agreed to not press it any fursther then it already has. i call bullshit on this, mainly because of my own values…and i have a complicated and tricate set of em, as well as rules that go hand in hand with one another. wierd how it all worked out….but it did!

anyways, love is an interesting topic for me…it really is. youll not find a more passionate person to talk to about love or the act of loving someone so much that youd truly die for them. lol…well, in that sense, im not that guy anymore. id at least like to have some voice in the matter regaurding when i die and by whos hand, lol.

as i was saying before, love is truly an…sob…im repeating myself. what i really want to talk about here is the fact that the asb is so twisted in a knot about whatever the fuck happened way back when, that i cant give my FRIEND a healthy drink to enjoy, with out some sort of internal hemoraging going on about if im giving her the drink because i love her, or if im simply just giving her something healty to drink because i care for her.

by this point id have thought certain staff members wouldve gotten over the past and moved on. but i guess im mistaken on that front. sad really. it really did hurt quite a bit after i left the colledge campus so i kinda vented alot on my way home. well, not vented, just kinda wished i had actually said something rather then walking out of there in a puff of angery smelling grunts. lol. i have no idea what the hell that last sentence was all about.

but more to the point is this little tid bit. its a bit wrong to tell someone who they can  or cant love. love is an emotion, a wildfire that is only tamed by the water or rain. love can burn out from time to time, but only if raged against forl ong enough a time. i can love right? or rather i should say that since this incident opened my eyes to something not before seen, i should ask permission to love someone. lol. what a luagh riot. asking permission to have feelings for a woman. that completely against my way of thinking.

i do things on a whim, noy by shedule. if im going to bring my friend a drink because i think itll help her out in the long run, im going to do it because im her friend. not some guy trying to jump her bones.

being a male is a weird thing at times. were expected to put forth our brave face and triumph over any danger that threatens our females, but at the same time when that very threat is our females, then we cant hit em because  our society is that messed up. lol. equality for all. not for the hitting thing, just because im for equality. well im tired and slightly less angery ten i was two days ago, so yeah. im guessing tommorows going to be interesting.

shouldve gotten my work book done and my chapter 1 quiz rewritten. lol.

well… im fucking tired. night all, and christina, if your readin this right now…creepy? lol…. fun times… love ya, wouldnt dream of hurting you at all. your friends need to get over whatever fear trip there on. it hurts me to see them paranoid about my feelings for ya. at this point, there purely just there. love is love. no matter how you slice it.

im excited for some reason…not because i tried searching up nude pics of a certain someone….not you christina, lol….but mainly to keep myself occupied from the fact that well….i get bored easily. and the slight fact that the wayns brothers have temporarily made me excited…because they made alvin and the chipmunks ugly little motherfuckers in there upcoming movie…aptly and correctly titled, disaster movie. now let me you now in on off a little secret public knowledge out there…. i dont know what the hell im going to write next. brb…need more coffee!!!!!!

ok im back…as i was saying before… i saw watched a bad porn that made bambi look decent…because disneys an emo little bastard “i dont like the jews so im going to freeze my head until they get wiped away !” yep… im thinking walt disney was a nicer version of hitler. at least disney had the balls to animate his thoughts on the world. “ill spread my hatred through out the world in a speacail secret way! ill invent pinochio! as well as dumbo and pete! good ol pete. that furry bastard.”

look folks, i hate hitler as much as the next guy, and i have friends that are jewish, so….what? its my blog… i write what i want to. lol. anyways, i could compare hitler to the likes of martha stewart, donald trump, rosie o donnel, neil patrick harris, amy whinhouse, the whining bitch on youtube. “oh my god! my marriage is going down the tubes! well! might as well spread false gossip about my marriage on youtube abd gain a hatred filled audience thatll mae the city of detroit lok like its utah.!”, but not because they tried to kill off a part of us… nooooooo. let me elaborate! hehehhehehhehehehhe.

donald trump kills off the balding or bald poeple desire to get a tupee, amywhine house kills off little girls wishes to drink and get laid when they grow up, martha stewart kills off the part of us that makes sense. “its a good thing!” yeah, and so is getting you stomach pumped full of glass and fire ants. but you dont see emo people going that far to get attention do you…. oh wait…yes you do…clay akon…anyways, rosie o donnel kills off the part of us that wants to watch the veiw…. actualy that show does that for us. because im in such a lovly, loving mood today, i might as well include a bunch more of the social screw ups in hollywood, and point out there varios flaws….george…fucking…clooney.

ok, the thing about clooney is this. hes perfect, he is a god of being sexy, he is the epitome of what human civilizations should look up to. i can just imagine christians and jews of the distant future figuring out the link between jesus and clooney right now. “soooo….this book says that in the year 1999 the dark lord will rise to power once again? hey look! oceans thirteen is on again! wait a minute…SON OF A BITCH! GEORGE CLOONEY IS THE DARK LORD! QUICK! SWITCH IT TO SOMETHING USELESS AND STUPID! TURN IT TO NBC! WE MIGHT CATCH THE LAST FIVE MINUTES OF JOEY!”

spin offs are fun to poke at. next we have a famous ass kicking jet fighter piloting slightly gay scientologist, who…just might save the world again from keanu reeves. “there is no spooning tonight….and that makes me sad.” “join scientology! im gay!” “i am the one!” and just for kicks and giggles…. well throw in sly just for the fuck of it. “I AM THE LAW!” no….sly…you are the stutter and misunderstood prince of people that cant speak right. do you have pauly shore on your mountian of a shoulder? because hes the weasel, and your the law, and neos the one, and tom cruise is gay. i think theres a connection here somewhere. but i just cant find it.

meanwhile, over is rosie o donnels fat ass, the husband from “rosan” is eating he way to an early heart attack. “would you like an after dinner mint?” because we would love to see three fat as hell people try to fuck to techno music….actualy i just threw up because of that thought and the world is a darker place for it alltogether. more honestly then the dark lord sauron and voldemorts little pedo game of hide the wand in the boy, as well as put the ring on the finger….these rape jokes doing anything for ya? if not… we should hang out more. to be honest, i think mccain should star in the next highlander movie if they ever decide to bring the series back from hell where it belongs. “THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!” should be his campaign slogan with a picture of him standing over george bushes decaptiated body whilst lightning funnles out his ass from just how fucking old he is. yep, mccains age is older then the plot of ten million bc. because he loves him some mastadon ribs.

tom arnolds a fucking pussy and bob sagets got less enthusiasm then a rino getting a boob job from some drunk guy behind the liquor store. back in real life, i think theres a big chance that the dorikame saga will be fucking huge!!!! i loved writing the first book, there was so much energy put into it that we couldnt blame gray davis or tom arnold. because toms thoughts gather electricity from the stupidity of his brain. you know its a dark day when god gets into an accident. im talking not of clooney this time but of morgan freeman. apparently the little bugger got hit by a car and is in serios condition from the briuses that amy whinehouse gave him. what too soon?

momma mia, i hate you. if there was ever a musical that lead to the answer of the ultimate question “where did hillbillies migrate from?” it turns out, they migrated from italy in the 1940’s made up histories for the varios instances of inbreeding, impotence, prince charles look alikes and that fact that world war 1 was started from the deformed dickhed who was kiiled. you heard right. prince archduke ferdinand was a freak of incest, hillbilly technology at the time, and mccains genes. yes mccains was alive back there, and in his late 10,000’s.

where by we go back to hitler and his stupid ways of getting back at the jews for beating him in hopscotch when he was four years old. little hitler! lol. “he vas a goot german…then he grew up, and became a vunditten sociopath whithe the likes the world had never seen!” lol…we alll like making fun of retarded people. speaking of which, goerge bush is attempting to make his mark in history, already had…just not a good one, by pulling the troops out of iraq. cause he doesnt want to get one uped by the black guy. yes you heard right. now normally, i would say what the fuck to this bullshit. and i will. what the fuck.

you know what…this has been a revivng experience for me. normally i oculdnt get this stuff out of my head even if i wanted to. but much like a bad bratinny experience, itll just keep happening again and show the show the monster of all vaginas in a shot that shot the world to its core and invented the term “a vagina turned me gay.” in both sense of the term folks. in the sense of the term.

i havent been able to vent like this in a while so im pretty stoked that i made it this far into the entry with out having to rely on a anna nicole smith joke…oh shit, never mind. the fact that still remains a mystery thus far in the circle of life to me is this. i dont care who the dead womans babies father is, i just want to know the specifics. who was she? why should i care? and why does showtime keep aring her bad porno special everynight at 1 in the morning? and whats there thinking on that matter? “we should air her nude special to the masterbating public at night to honor her memory!” no….no. what your doing is proving that airing pornos of dead people while they were still alive, when they are now really dead, is provoking more and more necropheliacs to come out into the open. you caple…and fucking disturbed. and you want to know the sad thing? im not able to put this on youtube….fucking hell.

speaking of which…youtube! lovely little place that it is….full of such wonder and excitment, as well as family values, such as the ever popular “lets poke the drunk passed out chick in the vagina with a sharp pointy thing and see if she reacts, then well do it again and put it on camera!” or the more popular: “how to gang up on a chick in our grandmothers home and beat the sense out of her, then wait till she wakes up, and do it again! yay me.” fucking doctor phil.

i will never watch docotr phil again because of that, i know that this is all old news and everything, much like the clan of pedophles on that one ranch in texas… jehovas whoeritnesses was it? yeah i think it was, or the mighty and all powerfull miss america trip up, or the ranting of a pissed off german kid….but i dont really see the point in helping out stupid people. its called survival of the fittest for a reason. and now the wii has done to american fat people what the betty ford clinics have done for clitorises all over the wolrd, it has made them piss blood for the next five years at how ever growing cute monster games can make fat people thinner, and thin people anorexic. “i cant eat anything today because i want to be as then as a toothpick!” fuck and you.

this is going more to the point of insanity making videos games of movies, and horrifyingly stupid movies out of videogames. i mean…COME ON! HOW MANY TIMES DO WE ACTUALLY NEED TO SEE THESE HOORIBLE B RATED MOVIES TO GET THEP OINT! JUST ADVERTISE THE DAMNED GAME ALREADY! meanwhile sony has officialy dropped the price of the ps3 to $400….meaning that people who get wellfare checks in the mail can now enjoy current game systems. i swwerve to god….lol. im not drunk this time, its amazing! but i swerve to god, that everytime i see a parent come into a video game store and ask for a sega game for the fucking genesis it makes me want to get up, walk over to the parent, and point them in the direction of florida. cause them being really old fecking tech like that, is like lindsey lohan spreading the gospel in her song “i fucked ever truck driver in the world while writing this song!” stupid fucking old tech, outdated systems, obsolete technology that can be pretty much outmatched by the pure and unadulterated systems of tommorow…

im sorry folks, i just have a lot on my mind, so lets see what we covered her so far in this monster of all blogs. cleberty screw ups, hitler, nude pics of a certain someone, bad porno, horrible movie to game and game to movie franchises, the guy from rosan getting lost inside rosie o donnels fat ass, obese threesomes, transvestites…i mean tomcruise, the old systems and christina. lol. im good….im damned good. lol. meanwhile theres still more to go andl ittle time to go for in this thing of mine. zrii. i want to talk about zrii… its a fun little place, where life can chase… where enemies become friends, when bitterness ends, this is my place…because tonight, god is a dj.

lol…love that song… ive recently been doing less videos then i normally would. mainly because i found out that contrary to popular beleif, the devil didnt go to goergia in hopes getting another soul… he went there to get analy fisted by a cement truck. lol. i love it to death. this music is the shit! has anyone seen the new freecreditreport.com commercials? the guys actually happy in them, and that made all the emo people kill themselves right there. i recently did a bunch of stupid comments to sxephil, for those of you that dont know who he is, hes a guy on youtube that makes more sense then i do, and actually has some pretty damned funny shit on his channel. but i can t think of anything really bad about him other then he occaisionally putsh imself down. well whatever, i have better things to do then worry about internet celebrities and there varios screw ups. chris fucking crocker for one, love the guy to death for the shit he has to put up with, and the fact that it has driven him to his current level of success, buit i got a few words of advice for him.

dude, seriosly, if you want to make more veiwers tune in to you, then go outside into the world everyonce in a while, venture out in the daylight and get a tan…that and get some fucking muscles. lift weights, get into shape, and start looking like the typical guy….or not. apparently he likes to be the bitch in the relationship. like i said before, love the guy, but hes got problems.

thats all im saying for the guy. dont want him to start irrigating the cropcircles for fish eggs. where the fuck did that come from? brb…need more coffee….lets see what us in the world can i talk about? other then the fact ive been getting way the hell more dreams with kim in them then id like….or is it candice with kims voice… idunno… but the fact of the matter is that ive been having em. maybe im finally starting to accept what happened for what its all worth. i mean thinking about alot…not all the time mind you has lead me into some pretty deep insight about everything that going on into the world right now…or at least some of the world as it must have been.

but id rather not get into that at the moment because some things are left in the past and buried. not delving into what could have been or getting all lovy dovey on you all. but she is a very attractive women…like they say, once you truely fall in love with a woman, youll never truelly forget them. but with kim…im starting to tear up ow because of the effect shes had on my life. i got to say that im pretty impressed with it all. looking back on how i used to be versus who i am right now, she forced me to open up in areas i never thought possible. but i got over the little monkey and now im better off for it. and i have sarah to thank for that as well, although it boroke my heart terribly when we stopped talking, it was a good thing, because then i moved on to another interest at the time as well. heena, ill not og into too much of this i promise you. but as unlikely as it must seem, thel ittle darling did have an effect on me as well. thanks to those three wonderful women, im better off for the most part. dont think ive forgotten about you chritina, lol.

back to making fun of varios aspects of our lives like mitt romney and his magical underpants becoming mccains runnning mate while obama is still leaving us in the dark about who hes going to have there as well. it turns out that hes going to keep us in the dark about this…or he might not choose a running mate at all. the guys got more charisma then mccains and mitt put together…together they form the equivelant of john kerry, old, not funny, and might kick the bucket at anytime…which come to think about it, if mccain does win with mitt as his running mate, dies in office, then we would have a mormon as president…and i dont think that anyone wants that. plus of how unpopular he was in the primaries… i mean the guy got last place across the board except for utah… he was right up there in utah…. but more to the point, i think that obama beleives that he can win by himself… laughable but ill go with him on this point.

much like michael jackson gets blamed for fucking every little boy under the age of backstreet boys… i think obama….yeah bad call on the joke…lets get it over with then…will win this one. i mean the medias pulling out all the stops in trying ot make him look like an asshole, what with all the one black guy two white gals deal going on as well as the…the….what fuck…i just watched it last night…the whole phalic object thing going on… it just doesnt make any sense at all. this country needs a swift kick in the ass. i dont know about yall, but i think its high time a democrat…thats black…and has a serios chance of going into the oval office….HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! I JUST GOT AN IDEA WHO HE SHOULD PICK FOR A RUNNING MATE!!!! bill fucking clinton…. wouldnt that piss hilary off so much though? lol.ying at the thought of it all though…. bill and obama, smoking a blunt, hitting all the intern ass in the world. i mean, think about it for a second, who else then bill would make the perfect running mate for obama? no fucking shit, both of em just fucking piss and shit charisma, have a wonderfull speaking ability, and would totaly out match….no…not bill clinton…morgan freeman! obama and god as his running mate! closley stalked by amywhinehouse, brittanyspears, martha stewart, nbcs joey, and of course, donald trumps wig. anf running the last place would be the almighty of evil orphan aducting, friend shooters, dick cheney. may his scowling face remind us all of walt disneys racist ass.

sorry, didnt mean to screw the world there, but with everything thats been happening in the world lately, it wouldnt surpriseme much…hey this tastes almost like a veggy burger… i love those!!!! flava beans boiled in water for eight hours and ranch dressing combines are the fucking shit. this product has my endorsement. mua ha ha ha ha! i just screwed the flava bean industry big time! im so evil. not as evil as dick cheney though. that friend shooting, whore killing, donald trump raping, monkey tail pulling, bush cock sucking, mother fucking, rooster egg of all thats unholy baster. lol…. i just called dick cheney a unholy turkey baster. lol, thats got to be with worlds worst jokes ive just written this far.

ok, now that ive gotten the ritza mitza bar mitzva out of the way, “you may now break the glas carefully wrapped in the tissue thin napkin and potentielly slice your foot off, giving your husband another reason to go through the prom agency and fuck ever single prom queen in the world. wow sex has been a major figure in this thing hasnt it? im getting really really nervous, because anytime i write a blog this big, it somehow gets deleted and im more pissed at myself for going through the paces and writing something so big that even amywhineouse couldnt suck it off. lol.

now that ive pretty much plowed through my inventory of insults, thanks, premonitions, wishes, fantasys, midgets wailing on eachother with socks for with the tears of prenant emo drama queens, lol….. im evil. i think ill finally close this on a more positive note. im pregnant. lol… kidding, im a guy after all. we cant get pregnant unless were a transvestite woman who changed herself into a guy but kept her repruductive organs, went to a gay bar and screwed a dude there, got pregnant, broadcasted it on the local news, got disproven and was primarily shot in the face by dick cheney, amy whinehouse and charles trippy. because they are the axis of evil, lol.

ill close this off with a special note to my best buddies, blake frazee and christina zombrano…YESH! I GOT THE SPELLING RIGHT! anyway…here it is!

my buddies, i love you both like you were my brother and sister, weve been through hell and back, one moreso then the other, and you helped me in your own ways, and given me substance to mylife, i dont know where id be with out youtwo and ive become a better person because of it. dont think im simply saying you two are the only ones whove helped me become the man i am today, there are others, like mom and dad and scott…somehow, but hes helped me out along the way. but im saying that you two are the biggest contributers to everything, i know that i dont really get more on a personal level with you blake all the time, but your more like the borther i wish i had then anyone else. as well as my actual borther and everything…

and christina? love you too, with out your antics to help cheer me up when i was down i mightve gone insane and done something stupid…like appear on dancing with the stars. shudder…… lol. but you have helped me out on more then one occasion and given me some insight on a lot of things. i cant that you both enough for all the wonderful times weve had together and i hope there are many more to come. i hope that i cna have a chance to tell you in person so that way i can get everything straightened out on the whole puppylove thing, still confused on that part.

well my little blogstalkers and blog buddies alike, i hope that this festive top knotch feast of the mind has satified your hunger for my insane at times thought, so until next time my bloggermaroos! arivaderche! and salute!