Me and Kenny P.

It seems like all of the television shows enjoy right now are mere mirror images of my own life. I don’t think that is a good thing. Walking Dead, Archer, and Eastbound and Down while each different in their style and approach all tell the stories of men who either once where great, or at least thought they were coming to the hard cold realization that things are not as they were and they are no longer the Alpha male they believed they were. Continue reading Me and Kenny P.

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The Holiest of Holy Part 1

There were soon a couple of dozen of us gathered for the pilgrimage, many of them came equipped with fancy lawn chairs and coolers; seasoned vets at the waiting game. While I was no noob, my way was more rugged. It was quickly apparent I was to be the lone wolf. God I wish I had a camera, my kingdom for a picture of this! One by one they came, carrying folding chairs festooned in ornate colors, but I the lone wolf sat ahead of most. Only the nine whom I had already befriended stood before me and destiny. I was in! Continue reading The Holiest of Holy Part 1

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“Where in the world is; Bud Bundy?”

So last night (11/23/10), after The Bad Girls Club Reunion, I watched Sons of Anarchy starring Katey Sagal! It’s one of the best shows on TV even though it’s about a biker gang that makes the poorest decisions when coming to running an illegal enterprise on a consistent basis! After that I flipped over to TBS for Conan O’Brien whom I will love no matter how cool he’s become to people who I would never call cool. One of Conan’s guest was the lovely Christina Applegate. His second guest was a some guy who stars on the horrid ABC hit Modern Family. Which also stars one Ed O’Neil! The synchronicity of this was not lost on me, but it left me wondering (out loud even, you can ask my old-lady); “Where in the world is; Bud Bundy!” Continue reading “Where in the world is; Bud Bundy?”

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Signs of the fucking Apocalypse

The man of Tomorrow pretending to be simple country boy. Now with tomorrow here and looming over the horizon, I await the appointed meeting of my future self. I’ll be there when I step out of the time machine to take my place in the past and communicate this to one lucky person. This is how I explain the holes in my memory you see just a joke. The constant jumping through the time-stream-well you’ll understand someday. Or perhaps I’m just a nut mind controlled by to many episodes of The Highlander, and Star Trek. Much more preferable to the warped realty of the washed-up has been on VH1.The sycophant worlds are delicious munchies for the stoned soul. Alright maybe that was a bit much, but you get the message right/ My blaze’ descriptions are just for fun. I think I should get a job writing reviews for Entertainment Weekly. Continue reading Signs of the fucking Apocalypse

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