Monday, January 24, 2011

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.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

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.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

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.

Monday, January 10, 2011

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

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.

Friday, January 7, 2011

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.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

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.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

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.

Say what you want about The Colonel, but one thing is for shore:
He is one stylin Southern Gent.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

"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 shit.

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.