It's been a while, hasn't it?

I've not kept up my end of the bargain, I've not been a good steward of this ship. However, I have good news, I'm working on some stuff to bring some readers into this site. While I cannot announce anything yet, I am working on it.

"I feel badly. . ."

Ever see the movie Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang? If you didn't you wouldn't get the name of this post. Following in my tradition of not asking you to do something, but telling you to do things, I command to put down whatever it is you are doing and go watch it! STAT! Oh, yeah, I mean after you finish this, go watch it. I have that problem, I get ahead of myself, which is far worse than giving head on yourself. . . Moving on, I feel really strange today, kind of dizzy and my eyes hurt, maybe eating that frozen burrito and banana (balala) cream pie wasn't a very good idea a few hours before going to bed.

Time for the sexy lady! Today we have: Christina Hendricks or as I will always know her, Yosaphbridge (80 points if you get that reference.)

My goodness is she pretty. I feel all humble and respectful like a guy from Happy Days about to ask this girl if she'll be his steady. I liked her when she first saw her in Firefly (if you get the reference from earlier right now, you don't get the points) and said "By the gods in heaven, this woman looks like a goddess" and "I know she's going to go places as an actress". . . okay, I admit I didn't say the last part, just the first part, a lot. Kind like when I hear M.I.A's music, I feel a small sense of pride for liking her before the proles did, granted I'm not sure if the watchers of Mad Men are in fact proles, I just guessing. Also, it's kind of weird because it looks like she's been reading what I type.

TTFN Brainwavers, Ta Ta For now.

What do you call a deer with no eyes?

. . . A no-eyedeer, get it? That came from my little bro, and he wants to be credited, so there.

This will be an almost non-post as I've many important things to attend to, and am rushed. I may end up doing a special Sunday installment, but I'm not sure yet.

Still burnt, ho-hum. . .

My burn looks kind of nasty, like a little see-through catapillar resting on my thumb. . . actually, that sounds kind of cute, scratch that, it just looks like a burn.

I finally saw Zombieland yesterday, it was definitely worth the wait! I am a big fan of zombie movies, comics, and well, anything where the dead get up and shamble/run after people for lunch. I really loved Shaun of The Dead, which up untill yesterday I considered the funniest zombie/comedy (I admit, that is a really narrow genre,) now it's been replaced by this film, which is excellent, if you haven't seen it, go watch it now! Wait, read the rest of this post first, then go watch it!

An interesting thing happened while watching the movie yesterday, my mom commented on how Abigail Breslin is going to be a "looker" when she gets older. While I agree with her, it made me think about how it's strange for guys to say that about a kid. Maybe it's just my Californian heritage (which I've heard has a huge jailbait fear, which is a legitimate fear because of the whole fifteen'll get you twenty thing) or maybe it's because males are more socially restrained in America (try saying another guy is good looking and you will instantly see an eyebrow raise.) I wonder: why is it "wrong" to admit certain kinds of beauty? I also find it funny that the inverse is not true, like how many times do you see any ugly kid, it could be someone at the store, or something, but you know that kid will grow up fuck-ugly and you can say it, sure most people will look at you like you're a huge prick (which you may be) but they won't raise the "this guy is a weirdo" eyebrow.

Moving onto the reinauguration of the "lady of the post" we have Stephanie Meyer!


Who you should know (provided you don't live under a large rock, or in a cave, or Kentucky) is the author of Twilight. It's strange to find an author that's pretty, I guess because whenever I think of authors I see a white haired old dude wearing a white sweater while standing in the doorway of hs country cabin holding a mug of delicious herbal tea (which by the way will be my picture when I move off the internet and become a serious writer.) She looks like a hot dwarf: (of the fantasy variety) thick and nice. Appearently she's working on a book that follows a minor chacter in one of the Twilight books I haven't read, and her series is the fifth most challanged books series in America. . . although maybe we should pronounce it "Amurka" when you imagine the kind of people who would object to her work.

That's it for today kiddos, go read a book, try to catch butterflys in your backyard, just remember rule 32# "Enjoy the little things".

Rascal Ant Is Sly

Hello again Brainwave surfers, it has been quite a jolly and interesting time since I've last updated this bugger. Remember how I said I was sore last friday? Well, interestingly enough, today is the first day I have regained use of my arm without the terrible pain associated with attemping the monumental task of lifting it. I had a fun weekend. For those of you who don't grasp sarcasm, I did in fact not have a fun weekend, it was painful. Very, very painful. The kind of pain you wish you could inflict on Darth Vader for having killed all your friends aboard the Tantive IV. Then again, he probably wouldn't notice, I don't think he ever recovered from the whole "killed his one, true love" trauma, and that does tend to occupy a lot of his mental space. What a pussy.

*Pictured: a total pussy. . . maybe not, I'm sorry Lord Vader, please don't - ach! ACH! ARGHHH. . . *gurgle*







Ahem.

I came across an old acquaintance at Wal-Mart with whom I used to work with. She asked me if I was still taking photographs (I was quite the shutterbug when she knew me) and I made the lame excuse of not having much access to the camera I used (which I don't) but I don't think that's quite it, upon reflection, I think I just lost interest in it. . . but now I'm getting that old feeling again. . . it's like this itch to see and record, to know and to tell. The same artistic urge that causes me to keep writing this thing even though I know I only have an audience of what? Two people? The point of what I'm saying? Don't be surprised if you begin to see things of beauty (other than the ladies) otherwise known as my photography. See? Their is more to me than masturbation jokes, lust after women I'll never even meet and acid (so I'm told.)

Speaking of masturbation jokes, I burned my right hand (I'm a righty, like most people,) while cooking some bread. This is actually the first burn I've had like this, so this whole burn experience for me is really new. I keep touching it, rubbing it and blowing on it (am I talking about that thing I mentioned earlier? hehe), I'm pretty sure this is useless, yet I keep doing it.

There isn't going to be any ladies today, but there will be later. Brainwaves are down!

Most physical taxing two day combo in a loooong time

I'm sore all over, but I'm particularly sore in my left arm which cannot straighten out. This is something which disturbs me on several levels, one of which is my arm reminds me of a partly erect penis, all hard and rigid in one place, soft and floppy in the other. Yesterday, I didn't go to sleep and stood up talking with my cousin all night (well, technically speaking, it was in the morning) and then in my usual bought of exercise I went walking with addition of five pound dumbells. . .that brought on the pain real fast. My grandmother was about half the park ahead of me, and she's not very fast, that should tell you the amount of effort that walking with these things took. It also probably says how out of shape I am. . . but I'm working on that, hence the soreness. When I went to sleep yesterday, I was the most exhausted I've been in a long time.

This is going to be a very short post (another one) but check out this bomb video http://videogames.yahoo.com/events/plugged-in/classic-game-characters-invade-new-york-thrill-internet/1396169 It is just so rad.

I'm back, you poor bastards.

I've been gone for a while. Perhaps I was off on some grand adventure, or maybe taking some much needed respite from a hectic world, or maybe, yeah just maybe, I managed to get my computer a motherfucking dog rapist of a virus that knocked it out for quite some time. Yeah, I think that story is the most likely, goddamn. But things are (obviously) running smoothly again, although nothing really combats the "click paranoia" I feel anytime I go to a new website or see a link that someone gives, but that usually accompanies a viral scare, kind of like how you purposely choose not to shake hands when there is some killer flu going around, that's how I feel about this. I had such a good record too, in my 5+ years of computer use I had never had something like this happen. I'm having trouble expressing my feelings on this, so I think I'll use an emoticon :-( Ah much better.

I"m keeping this post short, I've been waking up late, going to sleep late and as some of you may know that that really fucks with your ability to get shit done throughout the day.

There will be no hot chick today, sorry to disappoint, but that's just how things have to be. To all telepathic victims. I'm back.

Friday, feeling headachey and peevish

Today the Brainwaves may harm you, causing the feeling of iritation and disorientation. That's not my fault, I woke up late today and have not being feeling at 100%. So don't go expecting happy go-lucky rainbows and sunshine from me: I'm in a mood. Please bear in mind I'm trying my best to be entertaining here, but I cannot account for any headaches and/or nosebleeds these brainwaves cause. You've been warned.

I'm missing something I wanted to check out, today this really cute chick, whom I'd like to know a little better, is playing at a coffee shop in a town nearby. Sadly I live in a shitty town with no transportation to our neighboring cities, which coupled with my lack of a car and noone to give me a ride equals a very unhappy version of me. Balls is all I have to say, well that and this: That pretty much sums up how I feel about my current situation.

Moving on to cooler things, I'm finally going to get to be a role-player soon! Whoo hoo! My brother is going to be running a Dungeon Fantasy campaign very soon, we already have a super-duper badass Ranger/Assassin, a Barbarian, A Holy Warrior of Death and a. . . there in lies the rub. We're left without a clear Cleric, Wizard or Thief, which those of you familiar with the tradional party build know is quite underequipped should we come across something as rare as, I dunno, a trap. . . in Dungeon Fantasy. We're so fucked. But I think I've found a cool solution in the form of playing a half elven Scholar, who will have Magery 0 allowing him to learn some spells from books in addition to the thief and doctor type skills I was going to take. Is it a perfect solution? Most likely not, will I get a lot of screen time as a character and have fun? Hell yes.
For those of you who didn't know, I've only ever been a game master, which is rad and I can't complain. But I'm finally going to be a player, yay!

Time for a pretty lady! (which I would be seeing right now if I had a freakin' car) Today we have Vanessa Carlton:

Who, as you can see here, looks sweet with one eye covered with blue gloves. She's best known for her song A Thousand Miles from the album Be Not Nobody. I know her best from the large youthful crush I had on her around the age of 12-ish. I remember her eyes always seemed so pretty. . . wait a minute. . .this doesn't sound like me at all, I sound wistful, I've not even mentioned "shagging". . . oh well, you can't beat the old school crushes. She's supposed to be working on a new album right now, which I'm hoping will be better than Heroes & Thieves.

That pretty much wraps up today's installment of the brainwaves. hope it didn't melt your brain away. Actually, the mood I was under has lifted. Ah, the wonders of the modern age.

Munching day old Penne Alla Vodka

Eating leftovers is for some a tiresome and iritating experience, a reminder of culinary failure from the (hopefully) recent past. That is not the case for me. I'm currently (as the astute viewer would notice from the title) munching on some orgasmic day old Penne Alla Vodka, reliving a wonderful night spent with laughter and old stories as well as some playful teasing with my family. The power of food is amazing, the bond shared between people eating the meal, the link to the originators of the recipe, the unseen end result of the people who made or grew the ingredients. All these feelings and thoughts are new to me, although I have always loved food, I think my relationship with it is growing as I endeavour learning how cook. I have yet to create anything notworthy, or fancy (but I'm told my grilled cheese sandwiches are wonderful) I've cooked mostly egg dishes accompanied by simple grilled meats, like bacon or ham and I like it so far. It feels like I am entering into a fine tradition of skilled cooks, like my granparents, mother, brother, and sister (who makes the best cheesecake I have ever eaten.) I am becoming perfect and complete! Ahem, moral of the story? Get off your ass and make something, share it with a loved one, hell, drizzle it on a loved one (preferably a romatic interest) and have fun licking/gobbling/sucking it off. Just stop overpaying for Mcfood that will, in all likelyhood, kill you while you're young or worse, when the inevitable zombie apocalypse breaks out, turn you into this guy.

Yeah, that's not pretty but that's what will happen. Mark my words fattie.

Another thing, although I feel a bit preachy for saying, is go out, eat some sunlight, walk in the park, declare a Thunder Dome on some really buff looking dude, anything that will get you sweating, your heart pumping, or your teeth falling are all good choices. Exercise is something I've also started recently and I must say it feels good, although right now it is nothing more than a brisk stroll through the park at Grandma Pace (I'm not kidding, I walk with my sis, and grandma) and than some laps up and down a hill. I can't wait till it heats up some more, then it's time to crack out the trunks and go swimming!

Moving on to better looking images, we have Olivia Thirlby.

She's a libra (best fuckin' sign,) owns a pretty mouth (Deliverance voice not intended,) and has a generally unique look to her, all big plusses in my book. She is probably best known for her role as Juno's friend in Juno, my favorite role of her's is in New York, I love You. I must admit I wouldn't mind being Anton Yelchin in that short, not one bit. It seems that she has a leading role in the up coming The No Game, I'm not sure but that would seem to be her first lead role. So let's hope she continues to do well, because the better she does, the more roles she'll get and the more roles she gets the more I see her. It's a perfect system and everyone is happy for it.

The interesting link I have here is once again provided by the fine gentemen over at Cracked.com. http://www.cracked.com/article_18459_the-5-creepiest-unsolved-crimes-nobody-can-explain.html Is it me? Or does Taman Shud sound like the name of an Elder God? Uh Oh, maybe I'll be meeting Zooey Deschanel sooner than I thought!

Third post. . . Because I couldn't come up with a better name

I realized today that I haven't really taken the time to state the purpose of this blog. Interestingly enough, that's because I didn't plan this blog out. This sucker will serve as a repository for the random firing of synapses and the various lapses that can occur when that marvelous process really gets going! So this blog is part journal; part one-man-news-agency; part writing practice; part review of experiences; part masturbatory ramblings; and part photo gallery of hot chicks, Yay!

Recently I went on an outing and picked up a copy of the new Flobots album Survival Story, I haven't made my way through all of it yet (owing to my luck of having to get up and do something else everytime I try to listen to it, and not owning a freaking' iPod so I could do whatever I have to do, but with a nice concious beat keeping me going,) but from what I have heard do like it quite a bit, perhaps more than Fight with Tools which I liked quite a bit. Notable songs are the single, White Flag Warrior which features a guy named Tim Mcilrath, whose last names sounds like a badass villain from The lord of The Rings. It has a really provocative chorus "We'd rather make our childred martyrs than murders, we'd rather make our children white flag warriors" which causes me to wonder, is it better to choose to die for something or to kill others for something, is it better to hurt or be hurt? Are any of those actually a "good thing." Next we have If I which explores the things that lead you to be who you are, and what if they had turned out differently, would you be a different person today? One of my favorite story elements, it lands at favorite or second favorite song. Go buy it, goddamn it, be part of the revolution, if you're not with us you're against us! That last sentence was written with sarcasm in mind, but I'm sure if that really goes against their message. . . strange.

Sexy lady time! To the left you have the pleasure of viewing Carrie-Ann Moss, or known more commonly by the name I'm sure many of you have spanked to her as: Trinity! The exclamation point is abloslutely needed, remember Neo when he's about to get smoked by the agent on the rooftop? Yeah, that's the only, and I mean ONLY way to say that name.

Being a leather clad badass is not all her acting talent extends to, no no no, she also pulls off grade A, world class milf. Don't believe me? Check out Disturbia and The Chumscrubber, simple heavenly she is. She is a vegan, and hasn't released the names of her children to the public. So in addition to being totally hot, she is classy, that right there ladies and gentlemen, is the stuff dreams are made of.

Oh and from what I recall, her silhouette in the shower scene from Red Planet (Did anyone see the weird alien ending coming) was nice.

As an after thought here, check out this article over at Cracked.com, it is actually one of the most interesting and thought provoking articles I've read in a while. Which is strange because usually all I do at cracked is laugh my ass off. Now to fix a few little things around my blog, like maybe adding a picture. ..or changing colors or something. . . Bye!

Much nudging was needed to bring you this post

Let it be known: Finding motivation is a difficult thing for many. I am no exception. The plan is to transmit my brainwaves to you, the unfortunate boob who is currently subjecting themselves to me. I intend to do this on a regular basis, something like at least twice a week. . . hell, maybe even thrice a week, we'll see how this works out.

Now, speaking about motivation, what motivates me is beauty of all sorts, especially female beauty, so along with my posts I will I include a picture of a woman I find attractive (nothing raunchy mind you, I'd like to keep this sucker safe for work.) My idea for how this plan works looks like this "Ambro likes pretty women; Ambro must post fairly regularly to avoid being bitched at by a certain party which must, out of fear of horrible nail and tooth gnashing, go unamed; Ambro would need to find shiny, new, pretty women to add to his posts." Sounds great to me, I avoid being attacked, and am forced to find pics of cutie pies, lovies and ladies. Yay!

This is the part where I will say something clever or witty, probable something about "shagging" but as this is Zooey Deschenal and if my fantasies are correct, I meet her two years from now in my thrilling efforts to stop the Vatican from dredging up the horror that is Cthulhu using martian technology gifted to me from my little green friend, Pancho, the pancho wearing alien. Then she is a pretty classy and talented lady, so I'll behave.

*Pictured* Pants-Shitting terror that I will stop

Also, I think these are his spawn. http://green.yahoo.com/blog/guest_bloggers/26/the-world-s-only-immortal-animal.html

First time posting.

Thus begins my glorious career of infecting others with my brainwaves/