New Friends

They have no names yet but if you happen to be in hobby lobby or wal-mart and you find yourself looking at the cheap modeling clay, think of these faces. They are looking for more friends.

Summer movie schedule

With this summer panning out to be a summer of eye candy, I’ve decided to lie out a calendar of my viewing schedule. Please hold your comments and sarcastic remarks until the end.

 JUNE

6^th You Don’t Mess With the Zohan  (Respect your comedic elders)

 7^th Kung Fu Panda (A good bonding experience for me and my nephews)

 13^th The Incredible Hulk (This is the franchise’s last chance)

 20^th Get Smart

        The Love Guru (I’m really going to see J.T.)

 27^th Wall-e (In case Kung Fu Panda is a bad experience)

 JULY

2^nd Hancock

 11^th Hell Boy II (Thank God for lucid dreaming)

 18^th Batman: The Dark Knight (IMAX in Tulsa for those who want join the                 following week)

 25^th Step Brother (In hopes that Semi-Pro doesn’t disappoint)

 AUGUST

1^st The Rocker (Support the office)

 2^nd The Mummy (Even I want to make fun of me)

 15^th Tropic Thunder (Second jack black movie of the summer)

is it real music?

Earlier tonight I was subjected to the 2008 Academy of Country music awards. There are many things I’m willing to overlook when it comes to country music, most of which are what make country music, country music. Things like singing about drinking and God or drinking and women or drinking and drinking or macaroni and cheese. They use instruments like the guitar, banjo, guitar, fiddle (violin), spoons, or washboards. Tonight was the destruction of all all things country. The opening song, which sounded more like a pop song, was accompanied with an artificial bass track. The kind that wakes you up at 3 in the morning by inconsiderate townies. The real first warning sign came when Reba mentioned the democratic presidential candidates and people clapped instead of booed. As the night progressed there was an appearance by Chris Angel, which I was under the impression that country music listeners burned witches. Eventually I was halfway pardoned from the horror and we watched a special about the crystal skulls of the Mayans.  Although we would change back to the awards show periodically only to be greeted by a musician with a large mohawk (anti-country) and later when we made another visit and found the emo country star with who played a song sitting on a stool with a black hoodie on and sounding angry with the world. Now I’m not a fan of country but I tolerated it as a musical genre. Today though country music died. A group of moderately talented pop star and rock band posers killed it. 

mile stone #1

today was a good day. I was fully nude today. not running around in your underwear, not cute baby holding a teddy bear because they can take their diaper off nude, no stupid boot or frilly ace bandage, no, full, man, nudity, and it was glorious.

update from the dessert

for those of you with weak stomachs you might want to skip past the gory photos, but for those who wanna see what the actual leg looks like after one week here you go.

So the past few weeks have been some of the most miserable of my life. I say that not because of my surgery, or the stomach pains, or the trip to the emergency room, or the inability to eat, or the annoying rash. No, it is because of Sarah McLachlan. I’ve heard “In the Arms of an Angel” and seen dying animals enough to make a Somalian child think, hey my life isn’t so bad, but really who is worse off the kid or the unfortunate dog? But I digress. Over the past couple of weeks I’ve learned of more ways to take nausea medicine than anyone should be aware of (4 – 3 of which were not oral), I know what the contents of my stomach without food looks like, and that 8 hour trips to the emergency room are my least favorite and don’t accept a green lizard. All that said I am doing better. I’m now eating solid food, I have regular bowel movements, and I can bathe all by myself, take the nephew Sawyer. One day soon I hope to tackle stairs.