Remember these?

Ah yes... The old Super Quencher from Jack In The Box, circa 2000.

I sure did drink a lot of these, of the Diet Coke variety. I still do, but

now-a-days I'm pretty sure they are just called.... large.



With all due respect to the person inside that suit who is doing

their best to earn an honest living, if I ever go from what I had done

for work previously, to what I am doing now, to what this picture

 shows, well... As they say, I'm just sayin...

 It can happen.

Of course you know I'm all about the cowboys

and anything "West", and I've always loved cactus

of all kinds. Here is one that is on our property. I also

love what I call the "cowboy rocks" which are all over

the place here in the form of rocks (of course) and boulders.

The colors (not illustrated here) in these rocks and boulders

range from tans and browns to reds and golds. Watch any "Roadrunner"

cartoon and you will see what I'm'a talkin about.

A couple o' guys what hang out under me bed.
And this be very odd... how they be growin in number round' every October.
Blimey.



This is the lovely face of my Mezco Cinema of Fear Friday the 13th

Jason Voorhees plush. He looks so sad. He's my favorite dude in

all of Scary DudeLand. Of course I had said that in a
previous post. So once again I write something I had already written.
A trait of mine.

I want my life to be like this. Mmmm bop baby.

Mmmm freakin bop. But it's not, so if you will be kind enough to

excuse me, I'm going to go have a moment and wallow

in the sorrowful fact that there is no Grown-Upz Bop.

Oh sure, you can pretend there is, but there ain't.

Serious.

Gas AND "Hot Mexican Food" in one awesome location.

How many ways can you spell Q-U-E  B-U-E-N-O!

Don't let anybody tell you that this world is not changing for the better.

On the eve of my birthday, I wish to express this sentiment.

Two breasts, one wing, potatoes and gravy, corn on the cob

 and a biscuit, all exreee crispy.

Okay, so I'm killing myself. But this was some good greazin.

 Life is good. Dying is good. It's all good.

Riiiigggghhhht.

Say what you want about The Colonel, but one thing is for shore:

He is one stylin Southern Gent.

"DOH! Stupid TOYS!"

I had the dreaded cold that's going around so on my way home from work on Christmas Eve I stopped into the local drug store for some cough drops. I am easily addicted to cough drops during cold season and this is bad news, but I digress. Anyway, I could not resist picking up this Homer Simpson doorstop from the gifts section.

The Simpsons are the best.

This guy is only about 3 inches tall and weighs a hair over 2 freakin pounds. Homer ain't no lightweight. I collect action figures (mostly of the horror genre) and skulls. There will be more to come the Lord willin and the creek don't rise.