Whats the point?

Last Blog I wrote one of my “friends” (as if I even have such people in my life) responded immediately to inform me in his poetic way that it

“Was about fucking time”… such language…

I assume this was based on the fact that it had been months since I had previously written a scintillating take on my nigh worthless existence. 

Now…I know that I have an exceedingly large ego that is much beyond the actual arrogance I should possess given my current status and placement on the planet.  But even I would not suspect that anyone gave a single solitary damn about what I write in regards to my monthly musings.  It was oddly reassuring that someone not only reads my blog, but had decided to chastise me for not writing more often.  I suppose I should try harder to make this a “reglear thang”  I guess I have been spurred to greater heights of literary  liaisons by the loquacious leanings of learned listeners (man these alliterations get worse and worse don’t they?) and there fore will endeavor to attempt to update more often for you my dearest and most beloved of ravenous readers.  Though it would help if more of you actually subscribed......just saying.

(In retrospect my ex-wife has also said the same but I may have written that off as “Nagging”)

So I saw “Pacific Rim”

HOLY JEEZUS ON A POPSICLE STICK THIS MOVIE WAS AWESOME!!!

Seriously, this is maybe the greatest thing I have ever seen .  Giant robots fighting giant monsters in the ocean with plasma cannons and rocket powered face punches.  Yes please.  I loved this movie.  Not loved in a nice I really like going to that film and enjoying a pleasing cinematic experience way;  but loved in a I think I might have gotten it pregnant and an really am hoping the test comes back negative way

Did it have plot holes? …YES

Was it cliche at times? …YES

Was their bad acting?...YES

Was it still the greatest movie since ……ever?…YES!!!

You there reading this blog, throw your computer down, grab your wallet and run to see it.  Don’t stop for traffic lights or babies in strollers or people holding hands enjoying love in the summertime.  They will just make you miss the opening SO RUN THEM OVER.  Go and see it …and come back a CHANGED MAN……or woman.

This was the hardest damn image to correlate that change comment to.....

As some of you might have guessed (cause I told you) I paint miniatures for my Tactical miniature combat game that I don’t play.  I’ve already resolved this incongruity in my life about collecting shit I am never going to use.  What I have not resolved is how GLACIALLY LIKE SLOW I am at painting them.  I like painting them… I really do…I’ll sit an hour or so hunched over like some demented hunchback painting an eyeball the size of a ants head…failing…and still feel its time worth spent.  But...actually going to sit down and start to do it.  That seems oddly hard.    Like if I said hey you …do you like ice cream and you said Hell yeah I love ice cream.  Ice cream is freaking awesome…Like, I’d wear ice cream if it was clothes, I’d drive ice cream if it was a car, I’d have sex with ice cream if it was a guurl…I might have sex with ice cream, even though it’s not a guurl and then I said do you want some  and then you said ..I don’t know…maybe I don’t like ice cream…WTH!!?? 

The conversation  might go something like this

Me “Hey you do you like ice cream?”

Guy:  “Hell yeah I love ice cream.  Ice cream is freaking awesome...I’d wear ice cream id if it was clothes,  I’d drive ice cream if it was a car, I’d have sex with ice cream if it was a guurl…I might have sex with ice cream, even though it’s not a guurl”

Me:  “Do you wants some?”

Guy:  “I don’t know…maybe  I don’t like ice cream.”

ME:   “Wth!!??”

It would be just like that.

So every Monday I indulge in some 1 dollar tacos from this place down the road that’s not a taco bell so there decent 1 dollar tacos and don’t you look at me like that you judgmental jerk.  At this restaurant is a waiter.  He’s a scruffy looking surfer dood who knows me and is good with my orders, knows what I drink and is fast, friendly and efficient.  And I’ve COMPLETELY abandoned his section in order to sit in the bar where I can be waited on by this waitress who …and I’ll border on being crude here, has a fantastic body.  And a pretty face... and I’m sure winning personality and intelligence or whatever.  I know why I sit in her section; I don’t need to explain it.  Last time, while debating with Ironcast on the feasibility of asking said hot guurl on a date,  I was reminded of a moment long long ago when I was at a restaurant with my friends and there was a cute waitress and I said to them I’ll go ahead  and ask her out cause I’m not afraid of the fairer sex…AND I DID!!!  But they said it wasn’t a good example of any sort of bravery cause they were there and it easier with friends around you.  Now while I, at the time,  protested this ludicrous theory, looking back on it ...HOLY JIMINY THEY WERE RIGHT!!  I only asked that poor guurl on a date (she said no and then showed me her engagement diamond…wow) because I was flanked by my would be cronies.  Man they must have embarrassed to be seated with me at that time when I made that waitress feel waaaaay uncomfortable with my bumbling forwardness…

Well good!!, the price of my awesome friendship is the rare moments like that.  Revel in my jerkiness.     

Point of this story?  I think I’ve made a lot of people uncomfortable over the years…and it fills me with dirty, slippery, oily JOY

So on my Facebook I have a friend named …..”Starfucked”…OK she’s not a friend, She’s a person I befriended on Facebook…which is not a true/good/loyal/anything friend..it’s more of some….chick…who models…in…less clothing than some other chicks wear…and is hot.

*Coughs uncomfortably*  

Point of that story,….I’m uhhh…”friends” with someone named “Starfucked”…..do I need a point?

Here's your point

NOT EVERY BLOG IS AWESOME!!!!! 

Finally...while writing this blog and looking for pictures to add to my change comment earlier I found this image as a potential image for use. 

not the image I chose

Curious as to where it came from I stumbles across a blog that was all about......some....really depressing stuff.  While my blog is sometimes introspective and occasionally vile..Its also meant to be ..hopefully... humorous.  This other person's blog is GODDAMNED depressing.  Page upon page upon page of the most sorrowful pitying I feel sad and I want you know about it blogging....dear lord get some sunshine buddy ...or drugs...or a prostitute....SOMETHING to cheer you up.  Looking it over I have to say...for all my friends who may suffer from some sort of clinical depression, you have my heartfelt  sympathies.  I cannot fathom the depths of despair that you are prone too and can only offer my support  and the heartfelt wish that you will feel better one day.   

And I'm glad I'm not you.  (see above jerk comment)   

Age Quod Agis