Is is so bad that a Madison Bumgarner is imitating Stone Cold Steve Austin? Sure he's not actually drinking the beer, but that's not the point. The point is the visual display of it. If baseball players wanted to get wasted during post-game celebrations, they wouldn't spray the campaign on eacthother. They would drink it and get drunk on, at times, a nearly weekly basis.
Occasionally I like to think about what my dream vacation would be, particularly when I spend my weekend doing shit I really don't want to do. More often when I dream like this I think of going to Vegas and seeing a bunch of shows, or going to New York and seeing the Daily Show. It's not that I want to go to a place and relax or go to a place just to go to a place, I want to go somewhere and do something.
As I continue to pursue Project Buy A House, I am also thinking about just how I will decorate my house. What furniture I want to buy, what kind of lighting I want to utilize, what colour I want to paint the walls, what kinds of art I want to hang, where to place all these objects, and so on and so on and so on. I have come to the conclusion that I want to decorate my house in a way that is very much coordinated. I want there to be a basic theme that is seen throughout my house. There can be some deviancy, but I want the things in my house to all convey something about my personality. The problem that I'm now stuck on is what part of my personality do I want to convey? What aspect about my life, what I've done, and what I want to accomplish do I want the people who enter my house to be struck with.
People often ask me why I am pursuing Project Buy A House. I usually tell them that it's a long term goal that I need to accomplish to prove that I am an adult, or that I dislike my current living conditions and want to change them, or "Shut up! You always mock me and what I want to do. I'm doing this. Shut up!" However, none of these well reasoned responses are the real reason why I am pursuing Project Buy A House. I want to buy a house so that I can have the room to do things like this:
And this:
And this:
Specifically, I want to do all three of these things at the same time. What could go wrong?
Images of
her that only exist when my eyes are closed
Beer x72
by Hunter
Red
Beer
Beer
Beer beer
beer
Beer
Beer
Beer
Beer!
It is
time to get away
Beer
Beer
Beer beer
beer
Beer
Beer
Beer
Beer!
To a
place where there is bliss
Beer
Beer
Beer beer
beer
Beer
Beer
Beer
Beer!
Far away
from all of this
Beer
Beer
Beer beer
beer
Beer
Beer
Beer
Beer!
Somewhere
where there's no one near
Beer
Beer
Beer beer
beer
Beer
Beer
Beer
Beer!
No one
point out no one's near
Beer
Beer
Beer beer
beer
Beer
Beer
Beer
Beer!
Time
machine engage
Beer
Beer
Beer beer
beer
Beer
Beer
Beer
Beer!
Time
machine energize!
Beer
Beer
Beer beer
beer
Beer
Beer
Beer
Beer!
Oh wait,
I'm still here.
Red Review- Klown
Two years
ago, I received I Spit On Your Grave via Netflix. It was about Valentine's Day and I found it
fitting to be watching a horrible, deplorable piece of cinema on that day. The movie seemed to fit my mood. Thereafter I set out to make a tradition of
seeing horrible, deplorable pieces of cinema in time for Valentine's Day.
Last year
I intended to watch A Serbian Film in order to maintain this tradition. My plan was to go online and illegally
download it through means that are highly illegal and could get me prosecuted
and beaten by Chris Dodd.
This plan
hit a snag when A Serbian Film was legitimately released on a legitimate
Blu-Ray legitimately. So, I legitimately
bought it and posted a picture of myself holding the legitimate Blu-Ray copy of
A Serbian Film that I bought legitimately.
Due to the
legitimate release of A Serbian Film, my tradition of seeing horrible,
deplorable pieces of cinema hit a snag.
Undaunted by snags, I wanted to continue this tradition the next year,
meaning this year, and kept my ear to the ground for a movie of suitable
deplorableness.
Last year
I heard about a Swedish film entitled "Klown". Quoting from a review of Klown "Think of all the gags you think might go too far, and then watch as Nørgaard takes them even further."When I heard this description I thought I had
found a movie of suitable deplorableness to continue my tradition with. To this end, I had Klown sent to me via
Netflix.
I turned
Klown on and watched it. I watched it
and watched it... for about twenty minutes.
Throughout this twenty minute period there was one question that kept
coming back to me: When are they going to do anything? I understand the concept of character
development, as well as the need to set up the plot that the characters are
going to be following. However, as this
process is going on, the characters need to be doing something. Preferably, something interesting. Sure I could see where this film was going,
and who might be the principal characters in the thing that was going to
happen, but I sincerely didn't care about it.
I didn't even care about the pearl necklace joke that the filmmakers
took care to setup, then executed in a way that was wholly uncomfortable yet
wholly uninteresting.
After
about twenty minutes of watching Klown, I turned it off and started watching
Ted instead.
In my
opinion, Ted is a far more entertaining movie, and starts getting entertaining
very, very quickly. Ted gets
entertaining much more quickly than Klown.
I also
appreciated the parts with Joel McHale in it.
I've watched Mr. McHale for years, and have always appreciated the way
he can bring out the unapologetic jackass out of any role.
Ted might
have been more entertaining if I was inebriated at the time I watched it. I'll have to watch it again when I'm not
about to go to work, because showing up to work high is just an uncomfortable
experience.
Overall,
I could not suggest people watch Klown.
Perhaps if you have more patience and can wait a good long time for
something to pay off, you might like Klown.
However, if you sincerely like engaging in that kind of behavior, I
might suggest going through the ungodly torture that is properly saving for a
house. Klown and saving for a house seem
like great activities to engage in if you are a masochist.
Klown:
Not recommended
My Ruby
by Hunter
Red
My Ruby
is always there for me
My Ruby
is with me when I need her and when I do not
My Ruby
keeps me warm when the outside world tries to cool me
My Ruby
carries me throughout this world
My Ruby
takes me ass to town
My Ruby
is the one
My Ruby
is my all
My Ruby
is my love
My Ruby
is the one that I treasure above any other
My Ruby
is a car.
It Is
Coming
by Hunter
Red
It is
coming
It is
coming
I can
feel it getting closer everyday
It's
presence is becoming more evident
There are
messages delivered to me
Messages
of all kind, in all forms, from nearly all people
Take your normal superhero origin story. Guy gets powers, guy realizes he has powers, guy goes out to save the world. Now factor this in: the guy has a score to settle.
Everybody wonders what it is that makes them who they are. The Hawk thought that question was securely answered. However a meeting with a boy in a hospital causes him to question everything. Why he is, who he is, what he is, and even if he is.
Eleven years after the events of Consequences Of Mayorust, The Hawk finds himself dealing with many of the same issues that many of us deal with: A less than satisfying job, co-workers of variant annoyance, and a romantic life is unhealthy at best. Thrust into all this is Madison Medina, a well meaning woman who's adversarial relationship with The Hawk morphs into a kind of friendship. Madison, in addition to learning more about herself and her abilities, help to reveal deeper problems inside the organization both she and The Hawk work for.
In every workplace there is a person. A person who doesn't talk to anyone, has walled themselves socially, and seems openly hostile to everyone. Every workplace has this person, even if you don't know of such a person, they're there. The Black Robin Christmas Carol is the story of one of these people. It delves into who this person is, why this person is, and how this person can change for the better.
There is a story. A story of pain, a story of loss, a story of unspeakable horrors, a story that has not been given it's proper attention. Some are ignoring this story. Some are unaware of this story. Some know of this story but are complicit in it's darkness. This is a story that must be told. Told so that the good can stop it and the bad can feel shame for it.
When I thought up thig blog, the name I first thought up was "Random Bullshit". Quickly I recognized that this name would put some people off. Then I thought of the name "Random Bull****". That seemed to be to much clutter. Then I was inspired with the name that dons this blog today.
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