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/