Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Bits and Pieces......and feces


So, I got through Seven Pounds and I seen the ending coming right from the first attempt at watching it. I wont spoil it for you, but its an OK movie. I give it ONE GOOGER UP, and thats only because Rosario Dawson is teh hottay. Will Smith is played, he's in everything these days and his acting hasnt changed. Stale, boring, yet meshes right in there with the script. I guess Ill have to keep on hatin......


I normally havent followed Idol after the tryouts, which by the way is the best part of the show, but this year, Ive followed through with it each week and I have some things to say. First and foremost, Im convinced Paula is screwing some of the contestants and is high on cocaine. Her rings are so big, she could hold an eight ball in each one, snort in between commercials, and get right back at her rambling. Her weekly admiration is borderline stalking, harrassment, and down right unacceptable as a professional. FOX should get her out ASAP, which is what Im predicting is happening with this new judge, Kara something, I dont even care. Shes just as bad, if not worse. Adding a fourth judge was a disastrous move by FOX. In order, it goes like this: Randy Jackson, "YO, YO, YO, that was banging, you could record a whole album right now", Kara, "You got SWAGGA that no one else is bringing to the competition, but your performance wasnt up there tonight, sorry".........BOOOOOOOO roars the crown, Paula, " Your soundful voice brings my heart to rain and clouds bring darkness, yet your voice is sexy, mesmorizing, and tasteful. I applaud your parents for learning how to sing, brilliant".....sigh...and finally Simon "I actually thought it was hooooorendous, the pitch was off, the song selection wasnt in your favor and I believe you are in trouble this week"...BOOOOOOOOOO. This alone is why I just fast forwarded the whole show, TIVOED, just through the performances and made my own mind up. Adam, whom I call VAMP, ya, that guy that butchered the Johnny Cash song, made Randy Travis almost turn to Satanism, and made a mockery of the whole country genre, is riding his Freddy Mercury style voice all the way to the top. How in the HELL are you gonna scream some music from the Rat Pack? I never seen Sinatra pull a Freddy Mercury in any of his routines, yet the judges kissed his ass, making him think hes a new "breed" of talent. Tell that to Steven Tyler, Axel Rose, Vince Neil and the other "rockers" that are able to do what that kid does, sitting in a hottub full of woman, booze and a buffet of narcotics. Danny Gokey is gonna get screwed and he's the only one that has the talent and charisma to be a cross genre star, bar none.

BTW, the Sloppy Joes were great....not a stain on me


I hopped online yesterday evening and played some COD with my brothers and had a blast. We played four player Free For All, hunting each other down like dogs, changed over to some Zombie action, and then back for a finale Free For All. I had forgotten how much fun I had playing online with people that I know. Trash talking, plotting, camping, great times. Then, we decided to go into a Team Deathmatch room and Ill be DAMNED if the first room we went too, they were glitching. I was so pissed I just shut the PS3 off, period. Thats why I only play with friends, because the glitching, cheating, and hacking makes most of these games unplayable with random people. Then, you have to hear "WITE PAUR" or "CRACKA, CRACKA, CRACKA". Yea, thats fun.......

I think Ill stick to playing with friends for the time being.

Three more days until Derby.....see previous blog lol


My wife bought some toys for the beach yesterday and it was the first time since we planned for our trip to Myrtle Beach that I realized that this will be the first family vacation we have had outside a 100 mile range since our existence. I find myself trying not to count down the days when Ill be flicking toes in the beach's sand, watching the sunset over the Atlantic with my wife, and documenting my childrens first interactions with the ocean. Ill never forget my first time, Im hoping they dont forget theirs.

Damn Im tired!!! It doesnt feel good having an 8 year old cramming her knee in your back all night while medicated. Waking up makes you feel like you were hit by an Amtrack.


I keep smelling the Sloppy Joes.....yea, that smell........I just got a call from Joe, he needs an escort to the Porcelain Credit Union to make a deposit.

4 comments:

  1. Nickodemus the Great. That is what they should call you for calling Randy Paula Kara and Simon out on their predictible responses. I love the show and watching the contestants grow and get better and better, but fox is pimping this show and ruining it. The advertisements being shoved down your throat ever 10 minutes plus the forced drama between the judges leave me wanting to channel surf in between actual performances. (those of us who can't tivo still resort to channel flipping in case you forgot nick)

    Anyway, as far as derby, you hit that nail on the head too. I laughed the hardest i ever have watching the same beautiful women with lovely hats and pretty heels showing so much class that had just walked by us early in the afternoon while they strolled the lane headed to sit in the stands for the derby. They had come dragging ass back sunburned, hat in a fist clenched hand, limping with one broken heel and trying to steady their drunk rear ends as they scream out, HEY, where's my fucking car??? By then we had sold huge amounts of bottled water and derby edition newspapers marked up 400% (yea nick rolls that way) and we were sitting on the porch counting our bank and enjoying the entertainment. I can always count on you to show me a good time, and tell a good story. Thanks Nicodemus! Love you!

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  2. Hey, I call em like I see em. And I agree, the "CLASS LEVEL" drops dramatically once the skin is a bright red, slightly toasted from the blazing sun, the alcohol has peaked in ones body and the fifteen mile walk from Churchill to the Seelbach. With all the technology today, wouldnt a sober walker just take a picture of the closest street sign they have parked and use as a reference afterwards, even if they are in a drunken stooper? Just hold out your phone while holding back the Mint Julipp'd flavored vomit....Im sure someone will point you in the right direction.

    And dont blame me because you have blisters on your heels the size of gummy bears? I didnt tell you to where those cherry red pumps on your hike!! See, getting all dolled up gets you no where. Im sure you could have gotten a better seat in the infield, dressed (or not) like a bum than you did sitting in the grandstands roasting like a holiday hen!!


    Ill take my shaded front porch, ice cold Coke, and the presence of friends to watch this glorious occasion each year over that madness anyday.

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  3. LOL, I remember the last derby i came, i still laugh about how everyone was bringing a dish and someone brought a huge can of green beans and left them on the counter. I was like, what the PISS is this? LOL. Next year i'll bring a box of macaroni, some shredded cheese and some cream. LOL

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  4. LOL, its gonna rain this year so it seems the festivities will not include the Spring Dresses and jacked up hats, substitute drunk college students hoping they dont get the swine flu from the rain showers

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