Yesterday wasn’t the best day I’ve ever had but didn’t mean that something pretty cool did happen afterall. An old friend of mine (Henry Eudy to be exact) saw my name on the 2008 Heroes’ convention list and as a result send me an email. This old friend was actually one of my best friends through middle school as well as high school. However, when I went off to train as a ninja we sorted just drifted apart.
So needless to say I was pleasantly surprised to receive an email from him yesterday. The coolest thing (I thought) about everything was to learn that Henry is still drawing and has taken to doing really funny comic strips. I have included a few in this post but you can see them all HERE on Deviantart.
Both of these stories are a couple of days old and I didn’t plan on mentioning either story here. But it is a slow day and plus both of the stories are pretty nuts, so here it goes.
The first story takes place in Germany where frantic parents had no other choice than to throw their baby to a police officer…FOUR STORIES BELOW! Amazingly the police officer actually made the catch and the parents also made it out ok so everything worked out. Well at least for this family because others died during the blaze which also included children. Read the whole story here.
The second super baby story is from right the USA. This kid was thrown (by a freakin’ tornado) 300ft and was ok except for some scratches, brusies and a little mud in his eye.
It was as rescue workers combed the devastated town of Castalian Springs, Tennessee, that firefighter David Harmon came across what looked “like a baby doll”.
“He was laying face down with his arms above his head… He was just laying there motionless, wasn’t moving,” Mr Harmon said.
Tornado damage in Atkins, Arkansas
The winds left behind flattened streets and overturned vehicles
Tornado footage
The baby was lying 100m or more from the ruins of his house. His mother, 23-year-old Kerri Stowell, was found dead in the same field.
He was taken to the children’s hospital at Vanderbilt University, but had only light cuts and bruises.
Read the full story here.
I think if I ever hire security guards, to do my light work of course, they will all be babies. Sure there will be a bunch of crying and whining but when it is about to ‘go down’ they will be ready.
I saw the trailer for Wanted for the first time, last night during the superbowl. After seeing this I am convinced that Angelina Jolie can make anything -no matter how lame- look good. Except for maybe a couple of friends of mine, she would probably make them look worse.
I actually hate the affect this woman devil has on me. I swear while watching the trailer I knew I should scoff at the movie. But instead I began seeing tattooed cherubs with featherless black wings flying around carrying razor tipped arrows. My right eye began to twitch and as my jaw muscles failed me as I was temporarily reduced to a quivering mass of stupid. It was at this moment I knew Jolie must be some sort of a demon…a really good looking demon.
*note: I have long known Jolie to be a demon and I am ok with that.
So I went to see Rambo this weekend based solely off of my love of First Blood and the fact I always geek out for Rambo II. First Blood has long been a favorite of mine, mainly due to the performance of Brian Dennehy. 
I mean really who didn’t hate his character and want Rambo to break bad? Don’t even get me started, because I may never shut up about it, and that won’t be good for anyone involved. But Rambo (Rambo 4 for those keeping count) is…well…it’s good…but not great. Bad but not horrible. It’s just kind of there if you know what I mean. I have never come out of a movie feeling so apathetic. For every bad point I would find something good but nothing great. So if you have to see it see the matinee (like I did) it will soften the blow.
One of the trailers, previews, whatever the hell you call them, leading up the Rambo was interesting to say the least. The preview was filmed using muted colors with a high contrast to let you know it’s edgy. It is about a guy who takes photographs around the city and just happens to also photograph a murder on a subway. When he goes to the cops they think he is the killer so he does what any nerdy photographer would do, he decides he will track down the killer himself. *sigh* But all in all it just seemed like your basic thriller, until the name of the movie was revealed. The name being “The Midnight Meat Train“. Now I know that I am immature as a result of being in a state of self inflicted arrested development, so of course I began thinking of stupid gay jokes etc. But even taking that out of the equation what the hell?! Oh and to add to the confusion this is based off of a Clive Barker short story by the same name! I love Clive’s work but come on Clive you also used this name? Also knowing that Clive is gay makes this even funnier to my simple little mind, so I know I will never, ever, be able to take this story or movie seriously.
I was talking with my lovely wife last night about life and death and if we wanted to be buried or cremated. Not that either one of us is planning on dying any time soon. Despite what the kingpins of the underworld my lead you to believe. But my wife shared that she would like to be cremated, which I respect her wishes. However my wife doesn’t want to follow through with my wishes, and I am giving her options!
The first option is I want my lifeless body impaled on one of the spikes of the Statue of Liberty. Although I would prefer a spike on the front of the crown, it really doesn’t matter which one because afterall, I really don’t want to be a bother during this difficult time.
My second option may require a little more effort but I think it would be worth it in the long run. I would like a statue placed on my grave. The statue would be in my image similiar to the Statue of David by Michelangelo only slightly bigger, especially the penis area. But not too big because I would want my grave to remain elegant and sophisticated.
So as I’m sure you guys are just as confused as I am as to why she rolled her eyes and ignored me.
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