Oh no, I am afraid that they had the wrong man the whole time. That is not Abu Daoud.

It is this guy.

Dumb Donald, known associate of Fat Albert. Member of a gang referred to as ‘The Cosby Kids’. Considered very dangerous.

I find this picture to be really clever. Not on any groundbreaking level, but it still registers as clever. The idea that the Kool-Aid man busts through walls and the wolf needs that to gain entry to the house is an association that not many minds would come up with.

It was the person’s unique brain that thought this at the exact time and turned it into this. This totally sounds like I am high but I assure you I am not high. I just am appreciating cleverness as an artistic trait.

This falls into the realm of thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters sort of thing. This wouldn’t come out that way had anyone else thought of it.

I do, honestly.

I want to write more, the desire is there. The focus and the end product are not. I start things and think that I am really on to something, only to find that I have written in circles and haven’t said anything new or of real value. That tends to get a bit frustrating after a while.

I noticed in other blogs and articles that it takes a certain ability to post consistently well written content. Sure, there is a lot of reblogging and posting of links. Funny pictures are pretty simple to throw up there. Sure beats having to form thoughts, explain them coherently and make it entertaining.

The short of it is that it takes a lot of work to actually contribute. I am running a little low on fuel at the moment and I can’t say if I am up to the challenge at the moment to add to the puzzle with it comes my way.

I am constantly fascinated by things, ideas, ways of life. The next step in the process is understanding what about your brain makes your perspective on those things unique. And eventually, throwing it back out into the world with something new to add. Not many people do that anymore.

I should not make such a broad statement. There are probably a good many people who add to a discussion with their contributions. We just end up wading through the garbage who simply regurgitate everything. Repost this, reblog that. We can skip thinking all together and just start posting content. Makes it hard to find the real super hero when everyone is dressing in tights and a cape.

So it may be infrequent, but I am going to start making sure that I am actually adding to the dialogue instead of just reposting a link. If my ideas aren’t new or rise above pedestrian concepts then I will withhold it and wait until I have something to say on a subject.

Opinions are like Police Academy movies. There may be a bunch of them, but they are all basically the same.

Joseph spent some time this afternoon cleaning up his desk. He has chosen to take on a big project and is showing great progress.

In just a short while he has gotten rid of a lot of useless garbage and things are in neat orderly piles. I am proud of him.

I have, at times, let my judgement be known. This has produced interesting results, some positive, some negative.

I would rather ignore the bad times for the moment and focus on how my brain has fixed the world. Even if it is in the ever so smallest of ways.

This is Joseph and his trashpile of a desk. Since I started working with him, his desk has been a disaster area. Impossible to find anything and just a general eyesore.

So the recommendation went out from me that maybe he clean up his desk and make it presentable. At first these were polite requests and mere suggestions. Slowly I found more creative ways of pointing out the necessity to lead an organized life. At one point I think I may have hurt his feelings. But it got the job done.

Here are some pictures of Joseph mid-cleaning. It will take him a while to finish the job but I am really proud that he has taken the initiative to start.

Let it be known that my personality is a little odd but it can be used for good.

Imagine that America is a birthday party at your house. A 230-year party where everyone is mingling and attempting to enjoy themselves. Imagine that your father invited a jackass salesman coworker’s family, BigOil, to the party. You don’t like the BigOil’s at all. They are dirty and are generally overbearing. They kind of ruin the party. They are the type of guests who want the whole party to be about them.

Well, guess what. The BigOil’s son, BP, just took a shit in the pool. A huge shit, party ruined.  Now it is your job to fix the problem. Have you ever been at a party where someone shits in the pool? If you haven’t, then I suggest the movie Caddyshack. That was just a Baby Ruth bar but the end results are the same. If you have, then you will back me up on this one.

The problem is that you can’t just drain the Gulf of Mexico. The fix is not a massive chlorine dump in international waters. The pool is closed for the summer.

The politicians have already started arguing. This is like your parents arguing about why they keep inviting the BigOil’s to the party. They are pushy, aggressive, and not aware of how their actions effect others. Their promise to pay for the pool to be cleaned is half hearted and you will have to wait to see if they follow through.

The only thing that we do know is that your parents need to rethink their choice of friends. Friends that know how to act amongst people and aren’t dangerous to be around.

Congratulations, China. I am assuming that your love life got boring and you are looking for a little more danger in your casual encounters with foreigners.

I must warn you that you seem to be playing with fire.

Don’t be a fool, always wrap your tool!

I have noticed a bunch of gaps on that calendar on the left hand side of the screen. You probably have too. It is a result of my laziness and lack of inspirational. I am planning on posting more soon so that I can start working on new stand up material and other stuff.

(Sidenote: Whenever I write any piece of writing, thanks to a certain teacher I had in school, I am very conscious of how many times that I start sentences with the word ‘I’. It makes me uncomfortable to see sentence after sentence of ‘I thought this…I did that…I have noticed’. So this entry about my intentions to write more and what I am doing and talking about me really makes me automatically not like anything I write.)

I guess since this is my page I should be keeping it current and actually posting more than just pictures and stuff. That is abject laziness on my part. There won’t be an apology for that, cause it is my page and I can do with it as I please. But I have the space, why don’t I use it?

So let’s get started on making this a creative unique space again.

Something will be posted tonight, I am not sure what exactly, but it will be original.

More garbage patches in the ocean. Civilized my ass. I can’t wait ’til the world takes us out. We totally deserve it.

Estelle Getty (1923-2008)

I watched ‘The Bodyguard’ on Netflix instant streaming today. Yeah, that movie takes me back to a simpler time. A time when I was young and would sing ‘I Will Always Love You’ at the top of my lungs with my siblings while we rode in the car on the way to church.

We were so stupid back then.

I mean about the ‘going to church’ part, not the singing Whitney Houston part.

If you have not seen Kyle Kinane perform, then, well, you are an asshole.

Watch this, and then go see him live. You will not regret any of these actions.

This is about as emotionally stunted as you can get.

This song is a great, period. But the best part is the second verse.

Now, another fella told me,
He had a sister who looked just fine
Instead of being my deliverance
She had a strange resemblance
To a cat named Frankenstein

She had a strange resemblance to a cat named Frankenstein, pure poetry.

When I think of the moment that GWBush was told he was running for president, I imagine it is almost exactly like the scene in ‘Batman Returns’ where they lure The Penguin downstairs with a fish and tell him he’s gonna be mayor.

Last week I had some really funny people over for dinner. Well for dessert there was some cake that was very good. There did end up being some left over cake. Long story short I forgot about the cake on top of my refrigerator. This is what one week of a cake being left alone will turn into.

I am watching ‘Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves’ on Netflix on Demand. This movie is inevitably engrained in my history.

I went to the see this movie in 1991 at a drive-in with my dad, brothers and sisters. It was the last showing at the last drive-in the area. We paid to see a double feature. First movie up was 101 Dalmations. This movie was intended to tire out the children so they would be asleep in the back by the time the second feature started up.

I watched this movie as a 10-year-old enthralled with the action and adventure of it. The story of Robin Hood is mirrored in so many other movies. It is the man who stands up against the evil powers. It is the common thread of revolution from tyranny.

Being 28 I can see the flaws in this movie, but it still holds a special place in my heart.

P.S. Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio is really hot in this movie. And my twin brother really got into Bryan Adams’ music after this movie. One of us had our priorities straight.

I want to play this game. (from Robocop)

So the guy who drives this and thinks that exists.

Who ever said that there are no douchebag conspiracy theorists out there?