the beach

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

-Dylan Thomas....listen to him read it here

doesn't it make you feel all squiggly?

smoke this

it amazes me the amount of you people that have no idea how to prepare food for consumption. in short, you are pathetic. if there was a calamity tomorrow, you would be at the mercy of many, many really fucking stupid people in the world, because most stupid people in the world at least know how to cook. mostly because they dont have enough money to buy the food, or pay someone to make it for them.

those people in the world deemed attractive by their respective cultures tend to be more stupid on the average cuz they get by on their looks. you have never been accused of this. i know because you are reading my blog.

when some moistened bint marries that freakish rich dude, it skews things up. all of a sudden, current physical-attractive qualities in one spouse mesh with usually ugly-attractrive qualities and you have mutant children who usually end up really fucked up because of a hot/stupid parent and a smart/ugly/rich parent.

in any event, preparing food is wicked easy. to smoke ribs:

fuck your easy gas grill. thats right, open it up and stick your cock(there are no women reading this, and if there are, they probably have a cock) between the kooky grate structure and pump away. for good food, that is all your easy gas grill is worth. ripping your dick flesh off on the sides of charred burger and chicken skin.

now, you could use the gas grill, just rip all the guts out of it. you can even use the kooky grate structure.

using a proper grill or your now modified gas grill, pile charcoal on one side of grill and ignite. wait a bit for that gallon of starter fluid you dumped on it to burn off then put the pre-sliced slabs of ribs that you dry rubbed last night.....oh fuck, you asshole you forgot to dry rub them last night, you idiot. dont waste time making a rub, buy one from the store, dont get that asshole emerils though.

anyway, you can still jam, put the slabs on the other side of the grill from the charcoal. you might want to put a disposable aluminum tray underneath to catch all the fat. then, monitor the coals for at least 5 hours, replenshing every half-hour to 45 minutes. during this time you can pop some wood smoking stuff on, you only need to do this a few times, but the more the better.

if this is followed, then the meat will fall off the bone. if you need to rush it, after four hours, wrap the ribs in foil and replace on grill for ten minutes, the meat will steam off bone.

you can also pop chicken on during the later stages of this process, as well as potatoes, yams, corn on the cob.

go cook your own food.

like such as in south africa

i personally believe that u.s. americans are unable to do so because, uh, some peole out there in our nation dont have maps, and, uh, i believe that our education, like such as in south africa and the iraq, everywhere, like, such as. and i believe that they should, our education over here in the u.s. should help the u.s., er, should help south africa, and should help the iraq and the asian countries, so we will be able to build up our future for our children.

-click here to watch miss south carolina teen usa utter these immortal words

wendy's

i am morbidly obese. clinically, i am morbidly obese. 276 pounds, 5'11". i got this way from eating shit, so i know my fast food joints.

recently i have lost 15 pounds and hope to continue to do so. relaxing on carbs, eating more fruit and such, and totally bagging fast food except for wendy's.

its the chili.

quite a fucking bargain. just get a small chili & a diet and its 3 bucks. wendys previously held my favorite lunch: two jr. bacon cheeseburgers plain & a diet. i would make one double out of them, but i sacked the bacon & cheese for the beans in the chili, and it has made all the difference.

american idol

why this show does not win any award it is/was up for, i dont know. anyone who sees it must vote for whatever category it is up for. i know amazing race always wins the reality category in the emmys, and it is a good show that one season i saw most of the episodes of, but idol gives so much more.

to be able to look into the eyes of these people as they reveal themselves, their inner thoughts, their core beliefs about themselves to the world is more than amazing.

these people are the stupid people i ranted about earlier. they are dangerous, and we get to see them perform. on some shows, the people can act or front what they are feeling, but not on idol. to get to hollywood, you have to be good, so, except for the complete assholes wanting facetime, the contestants that really suck it singing-wise are baring their most inner-selves to siranla(SImonRANypauLA) and the cameras.

granted, in the audition room there is a handful of persons watching, but still, we get to see these people perform who probably have not had an orgasm as the result of another human coming into physical contact with them. you probably never even get to meet these people unless you are related to one. in the street, you are such a meek person, you avert your eye and walk by. i like to (and do) talk to them. they will talk to you and as long as you dont insult them, everything is fine. you can evaluate them if they are just fucking gone and in need of help, or just stupid and clueless. its the stupid and clueless that are most amusing.

thats the first part of idol, seeing those total fucking losers who think they can sing be told that they dont have a clue. some of them are calm, but the total losers give the best performances. they cry like babies, yell, swear at the judges, and most and best of all, inform the camera that they will show the judges what they missed by passing them overe that they will be a big success in the industry. to date, not a single one of them has even made it close.

the next stage is hollywood where you have generally have decent voices and pretty faces. here, the good tv is watching people who have something going on get crushed by rejection. it is especially good if you dont like the person before they get crushed, like this year there was that cheerleader and the miss south florida fair queen or something. hey, they had it in looks and had a smidgen of voice, but their personality was that of bad parenting and you just wanted them to fail.

and fail they did, and cry they did, and laugh i did with most of the viewing audience. i laughed out loud and these pathetic creatures of their own making. crying because they felt greatness was deserving upon them and how dare they not be advanced. suck it up and fuck off assholes.

now, weekly we get to judge and cheer and mock. this show is awesome. except for the fake shit between secrest-out and siranla. you know they are laughing all the way to the fucking shit load of dough they rub on themselves.

so many people i know wont admit they watch. cleanse yourselves, its okay. it just a fucking horse race now. pick a winner, it sure is better than that fucking garbage suitcase show.

are you a loser?

the easy answer is yes. simply because you are reading this you jackass!

winners dont read loser things like blogs, we write them for losers like you to read and say things like "yeah" or "this guy is fucked in the head" or "wow, i really am a loser".

thats right, i am a winner. i dont read blogs, good lord, with all the good things to surf what do i care about how someone else thinks? or what someone does? i have my own life which is far more superior and exciting to yours, especially if you are going to blog about it.

if someone take the time to blog about what they do or what is happening with their family, then their life truly must suck. to not have anything better to do (read sex) than blog (that includes sex with yourself) for losers to read about losers is the epitome of suck.

its like that letter at xmas time summarizing all the cute things that happened in the year. now it happens everyfuckingdayeveryfuckingdayeveryfuckingdayoverandoverandoverandover. it is suck-loserdom cubed.

take for instance last night when my pet ape started projectile vomiting on the suede curtain sash made out of papier-maiche. i said to gretchen "jesus that reminds me when gary slydecker masturbated to kenny chesny". we both laughed and reminded ourselves that children are the future of the cosmopolis.

see how bad that last paragraph sucked it?!?!!? taste the truth, for i serve it daily.