The Winchester

Oh happy day! Silicone Skeletora and her four old friends are reuinting for a tour! Instead of five hot chicks wearing tight clothing and flaunting their English sexuality while at the same time supporting the Power of Girls, we'll be getting toned down dance moves for the geriatric of the bunch and hoping against hope someone's shirt does not pop open.

I have been slacking on this, but it's not out of ignorance or personal choice not to disclose the rest of my blast from the past. It's because I completely forgot about it until I found the two pages earlier today. This is part three, but is also the last part, so instead of Volume 3 or something I decided to go with Finale. Upon reading it myself, it is entirely unfulfilling in the sense that I seem to have went from personal admittances and emotion, to random ranting and impersonal goings-on. What began as a somewhat coherent stream of thought settled into a distracted rant involving anything but the subject I began with. Perhaps that lends to the state of mind I was in: I began a bit broken and confused about what I wanted to relate, and ended up back to random, unimportant thoughts that to me conveyed a sense of "getting over it." Decide for yourself. I'm making it sound deeper than it appears. _________________________________________________________ I don...

This is a picture of a 40 year old man and a 16 year old girl. They were recently married. A high school coach married one of his athletes. This is the kind of guy who needs to be severely beaten with a 2x4... you know what? Let's make it a 4x8. Beaten, taken to the hospital, healed, and then beaten again. I find this kind of thing utterly disgusting, as it is easily a form of child abuse. Congratulations to him and her parents. You have been successful in completely ruining this girl's life. Bravo, bitches.

How did this happen? I know it's not exactly a "new" fashion trend, but I would like to know: Who was the first man to look at a pink button down shirt and think to himself, "Man, I could really pull this off." I don't understand it. When I was a boy, PINK was for girls, BLUE was for boys. All the other colors were interchangeable. Yellow and red and orange and green, pretty much any other colors were okay to switch around. Even girls could do blue. No problem. Pink, though, equals girls. It always has, and everyone knows it. When the phrase, "It's a girl!!!" is exclaimed, screamed, or morosely uttered, the color associated with the pronouncement of gender is pink. In contrast, when the phrase "It's a boy!!!" is morosely uttered, screamed, or exclaimed, the color associated with the pronouncement of this opposite gender is most certainly not pink. So again, how did this happen? I see men walking around with light pink...

For some reason, I seem to be turning my little ol' page here into a Batman movie update site of some sort. Some of this stuff is too good to pass up. For instance, the below pic. Yes, it's a Bat-Bike. Although, apparently it is being called a Batpod. I'm not sure if they refer to it that way in the film, however, but I would really like them to. Just once, kind of a tongue in cheek thing between Bruce Wayne and Alfred, perhaps. This pic comes from, interestingly enough, latimes.com . There is also video of it being ridden by Meredith Vieira on the Today show. I am related to her through marriage, you know. Her husband is my Mother's cousin. This is why I'm hot. Here's another, clearer pic for you. Not of Meredith. It's the Batpod.

Who the hell let K-Fed back into the news?? The word is that K-Fed has been talking more and more with Britney, while at the same time it comes out that he may have impregnated his ex-girlfriend (who he left for Britney. While his ex was pregnant and already had one kid by him.) Shar Jackson. This has been vehemently denied by Shar. Or her representative. Do no-name people have representation? Anyway, all that doesn't matter. What matters is that K-Fed's 15 minutes should have officially expired, and no one should talk about what he is doing at any time. This person needs to be forgotten as a temporary celebrity and banished from any and all headlines. In fact, I really shouldn't even be talking about him right now. With Paris in jail, these tabloid folk seem to be confused as to what they are supposed to do after getting out of bed.

I was over one of Nichole's friends' house the other evening, standing on his back deck and chatting with a few of her other friends. One of them, John, made a random comment of the size of the trees. This is not a direct quote, as it was from Friday night and the quality of my memory does not last that long, but it was something like: "Have you noticed how big the trees are?" That simple question had never crossed my mind, and I don't know why. I've lived in the Columbia area for pretty much my whole life. With the exception of a combined 8 years on the eastern shore, I have lived in this area. For those unfamiliar with my personal geography, Columbia is basically a suburb of Baltimore. Roughly 15-20 minutes outside of the city. It didn't hit me much when it came up, probably because it was around 10pm or so. The next day, though, Nichole and I were driving around and looking at houses for sale. I would like to be able to move into my own home by ...

I have only the highest expectation for The Dark Knight . I typically feel this way about almost all comic book movies, but this one especially. I didn't even feel this good about Spiderman 3 and the first two were excellent. Batman Begins was a great re-introduction to Batman movies, and I think (the director) Christopher Nolan and (writer) David Goyer really got it right. Christian Bale was an inspired choice and is my favorite to play the character since Michael Keaton. Keaton might still be my favorite, though. Be that as it may, I think the reason I am so geeked for this movie is the Joker being the villian. As you may have gathered from a previous post, I am totally gay for the Joker. Best... villian... ever. I was over at ComingSoon.net earlier and saw a story about some new pics from the new Batman movie. The first here is supposedly the Jokermobile, so to speak. This is allegedly the car the Joker will be driving in the movie. This is great, because in most of ...

In each elevator at work there is a small metal box within which you can find the elevator's Certificate of Registration. This is given by some sort of Labor & Liscensing Something Or Other. I just looked at it roughly thirty seconds or so ago, and I've forgotten already. Such is my short-term memory. The certificate looks like this: It really is in all of them, I just happened to be in elevator #6. Which is ironic, as there are exactly six elevators. That might not be ironic. Still, though, the position of the elevator I used would not occur to me as #6. I would see it as #3, I think. Be that as it may, on each certificate, in the lower-ish right there is an Expiration Date. We all know our car registration expires, so it seems only proper that elevator registrations would have the capacity to do so as well. Below is a picture of the Expiration Date. This date applies to each elevator, not only The Illustrious #6. Sorry if it's hard to read, but I only had my...

The question hasn't come up, but I'm going to answer it for you anyway. "Why The Winchester ?" you ask with some puzzlement and an all-consuming need for an explanation. The Winchester stems from one of the greatest movies ever. It's a movie that transcends genre, and hits with a perfect blend of comedy, drama, romance, and zombie attacks. This movie is Shaun of the Dead . There are few movies I would describe as perfect. Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back is one. Shawshank Redemption is another. Dumb and Dumber . Citizen Cane . Shaun of the Dead falls easily into the category of a perfect movie. The two main characters, Shaun and Ed, are a perfect comedy team. They play off each other like they have been doing it forever. The movie itself is basically a comedy, but there are moments of pure drama that are both edge-of-your-seat type moments, as well as tragic. Seriously, there's a scene near the end that almost makes you want to cry, then you g...

I know many people did not like the prequel Star Wars movies. The numerous complaints I've heard range from bad story to bad acting to too much CGI to Jar-Jar to Darth Maul being killed too early which I agree with to the CGI transformation of Jedi Master Yoda. Some of this I agree with, some I do not. The prequels are definitely inferior to the original trilogy as a whole, but I was not as disappointed with them as other Star Wars fans. I thought the little boy that played Anakin was a pretty bad choice of actor. It was painful to watch him. BUT, that movie was not about him, per se. While it was about the Jedi finding him, it was more about how things started to go bad in the Republic, how the Emperor began to accumulate power, and how Obi-Wan met Anakin and came to train him as a Jedi. Also, the Pod Race was pretty cool. Yes, I realize how I sound. As far as Jar-Jar goes, here's his role. While all adults are instantly annoyed by his presence, as they should be, chil...

I must be out of the loop because I have no idea who Paris Hilton is... The above statement, unfortunately, is false . I wish it was true. Oh, how I wish. To not know anything about Paris Hilton (and who she is sleeping with and who she is wearing and who she is singing about and what kind of alcohol she likes to consume and what her nipples look like and how she used to carry around a small dog until it became unfashionable and now the thing probably sits in a room somewhere wondering why it has suddenly been shunned like the foul beast it is) would be absolutely spectacular. To not be subject to her daily goings-on would be much appreciated. If I knew nothing of her DUI's, court appearance, jail escape, and subsequent re-entry, I would be perfectly content with my life. Alas, this is not how our country works. For some reason unbeknownst to Yours Truly, we seem to feed on this kind of thing. We leech off the raw emotion this kind of celebrity hounding creates within us, be it a g...

I cannot understand how I can work in an office full of adults ranging from the ages of 20 to 60+ and have to worry about my food being stolen from the kitchen refrigerator by one of the adults I just mentioned. I graduated high school in 1995. When I left, who knew I wouldn't really be leaving? Seriously, I would give one of your left nuts to catch someone in the act of stealing my food. There are some things in life that are worth being fired over.

I work in television. As anyone who works on the side of production, they can tell you the hours tend to suck. Hard. Since '99, when I began my illustrious career, my schedule has consisted of: 3:30pm-11pm, 4:30pm-1am, 3pm-11:30pm. Sometimes, if games are running late, the out time for a day off work can be anywhere from 2:30am to 3:30am. I have arrived home after 4am before. It's not ideal. I knew this going in, so please understand I am not trying to complain about such work hours. I chose them myself by staying in this field and knew they would be as such, therefore I do not have the right to whine. Now, if I have to stay at work until 3am or so, then I am permitted some griping. Otherwise, no. Suck it up, because it's your job. That being said, this kind of schedule lends itself to an awkward sleeping pattern. I have been getting up earlier recently, but before moving in with my girlfriend, my sleeping schedule used to fit a cycle of Bed At 5am, Wake At 2pm. ...

...apparently Anna Kournikova is not single . It seems Enrique Iglesias was joking when he said they split up. Here is a link to a website that sells medieval weapons that can be used to dismember Enrique for such a hurtful lie.

A few days ago, I saw a clip online from the movie Hostel II . This movie is the sequel to Hostel , and brings in a brand new, original premise. In the first installment, a group of guys find this great hostel where they get laid, then ultimately brutally tortured. In the new one, Eli Roth has taken the huge step of completely revamping the movie, by using - get this - chicks, instead of dudes. I know. Wow, right? Instead of some guys finding the hostel and getting sliced and diced, it's some chicks who do the exact same thing. Inspired? I think so. See, though, the beauty of this idea is that you can take off one or all of the chick's shirts and sell more movie tickets. I fail to see how Eli Roth cannot be thought of as Pure Genius. Especially because he wrote, directed, and produced both of these movies. It amazes me how he could write the first Hostel , then sit down at a typewriter and punch out a completely different movie! That being said, I loathe this kind...