"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which up untill yesterday I considered the funniest zombie/comedy (I admit, that is a really narrow genre,) now it's been replaced by this film, which is excellent, if you haven't seen it, go watch it now!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.