Archive for February, 2010
Next On Terror Transmission…
No, Jason isn’t from Dallas and he isn’t a cowboy, but he’s certainly something else and we’re both bound to get ourselves a handful with the next movie we’re commenting upon for Terror Transmission. Check into the site tomorrow for all of the information on Episode 15 and all of its cheery, pom-pom, tight-sweatered and also very evil awesomeness. All for one and one for all, answer to the podcast’s call. Right on!
Droids. That’s All.
Sad Little Vader
Incredibly busy this week, possibly clear into the weekend. Just enough time to post a sorrowful little Sith lad. Of course, the daily posts will continue uninterrupted. Being busy does not negate my sacred blogging tasks. Oh, no, dear readers. The show must indeed go on.
Though, if you came for links, here’s one: Monster cereals!
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Where Will My Pets Go After The Rapture?
The best part? Not an intentional joke. They’re even on Twitter! And just in case you doubted the inevitable, they’ve also got some “competition” from… GASP… atheists!
2 commentsCraigslist: All Is Lost In Vermont
Some people just don’t know when to hop off the heartbreak train. And it’s this sad and masochistic insistence that drags these poor souls down a path of desperate grasping to belief, faith, promises, vows, what could have been, what was had, etc, ad infinitum. For the truly clueless, It’s as if they set their own house on fire, remain inside, and then complain about the heat. I couldn’t possibly relate. And the bizarre practice of revolving your entire life around another human, unconditionally, is beyond alien to me. It’s true that, sometimes, bad things happen to undeserving people. Sometimes. To the rest, their complicity earns them little more than turned backs. Reap, sow, rinse, repeat.
Love may never be certain, but one fact is: no one on the face of this planet is worth ending your life over…
missing peggy – m4w – 50
Well, its been some time now, since 2000, and before that was 1986 still think of you alot. But, there’s been alot of time gone by to ease the guilt. I’ve been watching the posts from time to time, just to see if I reckonize your writing. Last phone call I had with you was……you said grow up, and move on.. and again you’re right.
Talk to a few milk tankers with vermont plates and I ask if they know you, most say no, dont know you, you’ve disappeared good this time. At this stage in life, I dont blame you, doesn’t mean I dont think of you. I certainly wished I’d handled your heart with care, well, that no excuse. Hope you and your mom, and family is ok, and doing well, and I hope you’ve married and are in a happy marriage, take care.
whatever – w4m – 35
I miss you sometimes so much it’s crazy….I don’t even like you anymore. It’s like we had this whole other life that no longer exists. For whatever it is worth I still think of you every single day, you will always be the love of my life. But you know why we got divorced…..lies will kill a relationship.
missed connection with life (lost in Vermont)
No commentsI have been a family man for years now. I am a Veteran, hard worker, always try to do the right thing. I am at the end of my rope. I want to erase myself from the planet. Can’t explain all the details or you will know. I can’t talk to anyone about how I really feel or I would suffer the consequences. I have tried everything to make my family happy. It does not help that I married a total freak from hell who has destroyed me in every way possible. She has taken everything from me, not just stuff, she has taken my whole life from me. Everything I have been working for for years. I feel so crushed and lonely, more than I have ever felt in my life. People keep saying it will pass. They don’t know how committed I have been to my family. How can you give so much and then have your life taken away from you in a flash. I so wish I would have died in Iraq. I am tired of faking it. Faking being happy around people. Faking that I am ok. I am not ok. I don’t want to be here anymore.
Happy 666th Post! Here’s Some Hitchens!
Technically, this is the 666th post in this incarnation of my blog, seeing as I’d deleted old posts spanning from 1997 until more or less early on in the previous decade. In any case, there’s often something rather amusing about silly superstitions attached to a number (and such was taken full advantage of during a certain Mass in Los Angeles on 6/6/06). So, in the spirit of having fun at the expense of someone else, here’s Mr. Hitchens doing what he does best: taking the piss out of stale and rather revealing beliefs. I’ll drink to that!
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