No Post? West Fucking Coast.

I haven't made a post in a while. Reasons being: Moved, hung out in STL for a while and also just spent 5 days on the west caost. It was a spur of the moment opportunity/decision. It was fucking awesome. Here are a few pics:

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I don't know what this means, but I wanted to share.

The Wookie is on The Mend

His insulin is working. This makes the Wookie wanna dance.

New Photoshop Series

I warned Christian that I was going to own this photo. So, let the games begin. I figured I would start off pretty soft-core. It's all downhill from here. Don't worry all, I wont post anything not safe for work on this page. If it ever goes that far (doubtful), i'll insert (NPI) a link.

Metal Is So Much Cooler Than Wood

I started work in the machine shop yesterday. They started me off milling 1/4" aluminum plate to a tolerance of +/- 5/1000". I have included a couple of videos. I'm sure that these are boring for most/all of you, but this stuff gives me serious wood. N.P.I. Too bad the videos from my phone suck so bad.

My Friend is a Movie Star

I recently had the pleasure of hanging out with an old friend from my Creve Coeur hood. Not only is she a super-cool chic, but she is also a very talented actress. It turns out that she had a part as 'Gretchen' in "Kate & Leopold", not to mention that I've seen her on 'Law & Order' a couple of times and on 'Strangers with Candy' back when I was at MU. That is definitely on my top ten of 'most surprised' (the strangers with candy episode). So, rent 'Kate & Leopold,' and look for 'Gretchen' the nurse. Very cool.

She found me on MySpace, so I made this video to put on her page so she couldn't deny her roots (pretty funny):

Not Too Deep, But Hilarious

Oh Where, Oh Where Have All The Circus Freaks Gone?

Answer....... wal-mart, wal-mart, .........fuckin' wal-mart!!!!! I've been to the Rolla wal-mart a million times, but today I had an extra-special experience. After I picked up The Wookie from the vet, I went to Wal-Mart to get his insulin and 100 syringes. Yes, that's right. The Wookie's diabetes has taken a turn for the worse and I now have to inject him with insulin twice a day. So, before I went to pick up The Wook, I had just finished lifting and hadn't eaten in too long, so I was already a little edgy. I went to the counter at the good ol' wal-mart pharmacy and said:
"I'm here to pick up a prescription for my cat. Insulin and syringes, uhh for diabetes"
This fat bitch behind the counter with the hairy CHIN looked at me with a pretentious smile, as if her position was something demanding my respect and said:
"Your cat has diabetes, that's funny."
I could feel the veins in my neck bulge, but was able to contain my response to:
"Yeah, it's fucking hilarious, isn't it?"
I grabbed the bag out of her fat, puffy hand; noticing a ring that looked as if it had been grown around, nearly to the point of disappearing, kind of like how a tree grows around a knot, or like the bark bulges and grows around a tree's limb that has been hacked off.

At this point I was feeling overly judgmental, so I decided to look around. I mean I really just walked around for a minute and watched the fuckin' circus roll by.

I have never seen so many missing teeth, pregnant 14-year-olds, mullets, 2-inch-thick glasses, people that are sooooo fucking fat that they can't walk but rather ride a little cart, saggy tits, leathery skin, gangster wanna-be's, pimped-out shit-wagons, and wandering eyes in my whole fucking life. Or at least, not since I lived in the CWE and had to shop at the Lindell Schnucks (minus the mullets of course). Un-fucking-beleivable.

I guess I had just gotten used to that shit.

Rollafied.

P.S. for those interested, The wookie seems to like the new place a lot better (I just moved him here today after the vet), and took the first shot well. It's like he didn't even notice. That made me happy.

OMG! Run for Your Lives!!!!!!

Still can't sleep, so here ya go. HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

Dog Acting Up? Try This!

I can't sleep at all for some reason. So, I decided to look through old pictures for photoshop prospects and found this. I had completely forgotten that when Elsa was a couple of months old, she would run around acting like a puppy would, freaking out, biting ankles and chewing on stuff. So, after a few beers I decided to put the 12-pack box on her head. She did not resist, but once the box was on her head, she FROZE. Did not move at all!!!!! No matter how riled up she was, beer box on head.....episode over. Then when we took the box off, she went right back to acting up. It was like she was fuckin' frozen in time. I can't stop laughing even right now, 1.5 yrs later. LOL I am ROTFL!



Then of course, there is this one: I miss that doggy.

Creep-ah-metter

I have been informed that this photo registers high readings on the Creepometer (not Creepy-Meter as previously thought; see title for correct pronunciation).