So I just finished watching “Raising Arizona” with Nick Cage, Holly Hunter and a whole cast of others. This was a movie that I have not seen since I was a kid. I was surprised to see how much I enjoyed it. Of course it was a Cohen Brothers so how could you go wrong! It really did take me back to my redneck roots of which I am so proud of. “Ooooooweeee…..SOMbitch!” The prison scenes also sent me back to my own days in the clink. Ah yes those long sessions of me and my cell mate reading Tolstoy to each other and then taking turns at copying from the dictionary. But my fondest memories are those long hours after lock down and lights out when we used to lay there and invent word math problems. Aaah these are memories that you can’t take away from me. Enough of my Stienbeck-inian up bringing! I also saw Batman last weekend. I figure the real difference between these 2 films is the fact that all the actors in “Raising Arizona” are still alive even if the movie is a quarter of a century old! Not that I did not like Batman it is just that my joints started to stiffen by the time the credits started rolling. I am proud of the fact though that I sat through the whole thing though. Films like any of the Harry Potter’s or the last “Spider Man” did not get this prestigious honor. For some of you that may not know I have a bad habit on just walking out of the theater half way through many films. But not Batman! I think I did not leave because I was waiting for the chariot race. If you have not yet seen the movie yet I do not mean to ruin the flick for you but there is no chariot race. Apparently that was a different Duracell movie.
So to sum things up, I give “Semi Pro” with Will Ferrell and Woody Harilson a “2 thumbs up”.
FeO2
Three Religiions
Facing the wall
Sunday, July 13, 2008 "This Wretched Year of Our Lord"
Captains Blog: This Wretched Year of Our Lord
So I had a pretty decent day today. I went into town early to the Gym and talked to my weight trainer. He reminded me that I owed him a cell phone. I then told him that he should go with me down town today cuz I needed a new unit as well. The reason that I owe him a phone is because one day when I was at the gym and I needed him for a spot he was over “talking” to some leotard-retard. So I walked over to him with a 45 lbs dumbbell in one hand to put it back on the rack and “accidentally” slammed it into his thigh. The meat head obviously feeling my gift of stimulation tried to maintain a macho composure which kind of amused his little gym bunny buddy. About a minute later his cell phone gave a weak ring. He pulled it out of his pocket at which point it just disintegrated in his hand. I just kind of just stood there looking and said “That’s totally your fault!” I felt bad anyway so I told him I would take care of it. Anyway I told him to meet me at my office so we could go down together and get what we needed. So after the gym I went to the office and saw a couple of emergency patients and waited for him. Of course Mr. Meat-head never showed so I left alone. I decided to go on foot as the store was not so far away. On the way I decided to stop by the “Spitting Llama” which is right on the way. Now for those of you who do not know, the “Spitting Llama” is a backpacker trading post where you can purchase anything that backpackers usually require. Stock will usually include anything from compasses, back-pack repair kits to used books (both buying and trade-ins [at a minimal fee]). That is “The Spitting Llama” has a pretty good English section as well as German, Italian, and French.
Well I went in to do some compulsive shopping which is not part of my normal activities, but I decided it was time for something different. So when I was looking though the books I saw H.G. Wells’ “Time Machine” and I thought “That is so cool! This is something that Thomas and I can to do together.” We are both totally book nerds…..as is the whole family. Also I did find “The Revenge of Moriarty” I think I will save that one for x-mass. You know who you are. Just the same let me know if you have the book so I will not be wasting my time and 30bs, J
Anyway I made my way out of the “Spiting Llama” down to the cell phone store. As I walked in I was greeted by Monica the sales clerk. “Hey Rusty how ya doing? I haven’t seen you for…. how long has it been? It must be like…..3 weeks now. Let me show you to our disposable phone section. Hee-hee.” At this point I was loathing her existence. “Sometimes you want to go somewhere where everybody knows your name” MY ASS! I’m thinking “Move bitch! Get out-the way! I know where the unit is that I need! As if it was my first time here. Gawd!”
The one thing that I did notice is that she was wearing what I would call a low knit sweater. Now what the hell is that?! A sweater is to keep you warm right? Here in Bolivia we are right in the middle of winter and it is sweater weather outside. But to tell you the truth I could not really tell if this girl was cold or not.. No goose bumps or any other tell-tale signs that usually come with coldness. Probably because she was wearing a sweater….no matter how much cleavage she was sporting. I am just happy that Tammy was not there with me. She has this tendency want to make “boob talk”. She would have said something like (as she has in the past) “Did you see her breasts!!” and my response is of course “What (eh-hem, cough-cough)…you mean that girl over there? She’s got boobs?”. “Yeah, there amazing! They are just elevating themselves right there in your face!. I’m a woman and I want to reach out and grab them! Don’t you?!?!” Then me “Well, I uuh…..” Do you people see where I am going with this? What would Jesus do?!
A’yhoo, I got my phone and got the hell out of that den of inequity and cleavage. I then went to commit my favorite sin. BUYING PIRATED MUSIC!!!! I decided to pick up some of my favorite guitar slashing college heroes such as Sound Garden, Velvet Revolver, and Alice in Chains. I went to my collection this last week to look for a couple of these titles only to find out that I no longer had these in the library. Sometimes the miles of life actually tax you and subtract from your music. Anywho all this music activity was stimulated by other activities….basically this was the desecration of my old high-school buddy’s face-book page. That would be Jodie’s page. All-in-all it was $5.95 US well spent!
“He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.” William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)
"Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?" Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)
“There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.” Hunter Thompson.
“If you go to a party, and you want to be the popular one at the party do this: Wait until no one is watching, then kick a burning log out of the fireplace onto the carpet. Then jump on top of it with your body and yell. “Log o’ fire! Log o’ fire!” I’ve never done this, but I bet it would work.” Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey
Have a great week!!
FeO2
So I had a pretty decent day today. I went into town early to the Gym and talked to my weight trainer. He reminded me that I owed him a cell phone. I then told him that he should go with me down town today cuz I needed a new unit as well. The reason that I owe him a phone is because one day when I was at the gym and I needed him for a spot he was over “talking” to some leotard-retard. So I walked over to him with a 45 lbs dumbbell in one hand to put it back on the rack and “accidentally” slammed it into his thigh. The meat head obviously feeling my gift of stimulation tried to maintain a macho composure which kind of amused his little gym bunny buddy. About a minute later his cell phone gave a weak ring. He pulled it out of his pocket at which point it just disintegrated in his hand. I just kind of just stood there looking and said “That’s totally your fault!” I felt bad anyway so I told him I would take care of it. Anyway I told him to meet me at my office so we could go down together and get what we needed. So after the gym I went to the office and saw a couple of emergency patients and waited for him. Of course Mr. Meat-head never showed so I left alone. I decided to go on foot as the store was not so far away. On the way I decided to stop by the “Spitting Llama” which is right on the way. Now for those of you who do not know, the “Spitting Llama” is a backpacker trading post where you can purchase anything that backpackers usually require. Stock will usually include anything from compasses, back-pack repair kits to used books (both buying and trade-ins [at a minimal fee]). That is “The Spitting Llama” has a pretty good English section as well as German, Italian, and French.
Well I went in to do some compulsive shopping which is not part of my normal activities, but I decided it was time for something different. So when I was looking though the books I saw H.G. Wells’ “Time Machine” and I thought “That is so cool! This is something that Thomas and I can to do together.” We are both totally book nerds…..as is the whole family. Also I did find “The Revenge of Moriarty” I think I will save that one for x-mass. You know who you are. Just the same let me know if you have the book so I will not be wasting my time and 30bs, J
Anyway I made my way out of the “Spiting Llama” down to the cell phone store. As I walked in I was greeted by Monica the sales clerk. “Hey Rusty how ya doing? I haven’t seen you for…. how long has it been? It must be like…..3 weeks now. Let me show you to our disposable phone section. Hee-hee.” At this point I was loathing her existence. “Sometimes you want to go somewhere where everybody knows your name” MY ASS! I’m thinking “Move bitch! Get out-the way! I know where the unit is that I need! As if it was my first time here. Gawd!”
The one thing that I did notice is that she was wearing what I would call a low knit sweater. Now what the hell is that?! A sweater is to keep you warm right? Here in Bolivia we are right in the middle of winter and it is sweater weather outside. But to tell you the truth I could not really tell if this girl was cold or not.. No goose bumps or any other tell-tale signs that usually come with coldness. Probably because she was wearing a sweater….no matter how much cleavage she was sporting. I am just happy that Tammy was not there with me. She has this tendency want to make “boob talk”. She would have said something like (as she has in the past) “Did you see her breasts!!” and my response is of course “What (eh-hem, cough-cough)…you mean that girl over there? She’s got boobs?”. “Yeah, there amazing! They are just elevating themselves right there in your face!. I’m a woman and I want to reach out and grab them! Don’t you?!?!” Then me “Well, I uuh…..” Do you people see where I am going with this? What would Jesus do?!
A’yhoo, I got my phone and got the hell out of that den of inequity and cleavage. I then went to commit my favorite sin. BUYING PIRATED MUSIC!!!! I decided to pick up some of my favorite guitar slashing college heroes such as Sound Garden, Velvet Revolver, and Alice in Chains. I went to my collection this last week to look for a couple of these titles only to find out that I no longer had these in the library. Sometimes the miles of life actually tax you and subtract from your music. Anywho all this music activity was stimulated by other activities….basically this was the desecration of my old high-school buddy’s face-book page. That would be Jodie’s page. All-in-all it was $5.95 US well spent!
“He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.” William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)
"Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?" Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)
“There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.” Hunter Thompson.
“If you go to a party, and you want to be the popular one at the party do this: Wait until no one is watching, then kick a burning log out of the fireplace onto the carpet. Then jump on top of it with your body and yell. “Log o’ fire! Log o’ fire!” I’ve never done this, but I bet it would work.” Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey
Have a great week!!
FeO2
July 4th, 2008, Captains Blog:"Los Trota Mundos”
Last night I reluctantly took my nine year old son Thomas to see the Globe Trotters. They are in town as part of their world tour being led by their Point Guard “Special K” or was it “Circle K”, perhaps it was “The Big O”? No-no I am sure it was some kind of North American breakfast cereal belted out by Kellogs or General Mills. I do have to admit that Mr. Lucky Charms spoke impressive Spanish though.
While I sat there I found there high-jinx to be quite silly. Trust me I am an expert when it comes to stupid humor. I was sitting there kind of staring when I heard Thomas explode with laughter. I looked over at him and thought “I guess that’s where the genius is……Hey! I wanna laugh like that!” Just on that small notion I instantly was hee-hawing with Thomas.
I do still contend that the GT’s are missing a white man on their team. The only white people I saw were basically the team that toured with them to play against them. I kept on thinking “Why do they just keep full court pressing them even when the GT’s just keep running around in figure “8”s while passing the ball back and forth really fast between them all the while making the white boys look like idiots?” I wanted to yell “Dudes their making monkeys out of you! The full court press when the GT’s are doing that figure ‘8’ thing is not a good idea!” But of course nobody would have listened to me. The white boys fell for that trick about 10-12 times during the game. White guys are so lame!
Then there was the time that Special K was injured. He had to be carried off the court all the while he was sporting this horrible look of agony on his face. Then about 20 minutes later the announcer yelled with amazement that Cap’in Crunch was better and that he could play again. Then with an explosion of a dry ice cloud and the rhythms of Survivors “Eye of the Tiger” Fruit Loops (Or what ever his name is” came trotting back onto the court. Thomas at this point turned to me and said “He really was never hurt was he?” I then answered “Probably not, I even have my doubts about the credentials of that health care professional that pronounced him not fit to play. Mainly by the way he is now franticly yelling at the score board person presently…but that’s just me.”
Every time the GT’s made one of their amazing baskets or slam dunks Thomas would instantly look up at the score board and say “Wow Dad, the Globe Trotters are really beating those white guys!” At this point Thomas and I were happy not to associate ourselves with those loser-lamo white guys. So today Thomas and I will be laying out in the sun much more than usual.
Have a great 4th all.!
“Broken promises don’t bother me. I just think, ‘Why do they believe me?’” Jack Handey
FeO2
While I sat there I found there high-jinx to be quite silly. Trust me I am an expert when it comes to stupid humor. I was sitting there kind of staring when I heard Thomas explode with laughter. I looked over at him and thought “I guess that’s where the genius is……Hey! I wanna laugh like that!” Just on that small notion I instantly was hee-hawing with Thomas.
I do still contend that the GT’s are missing a white man on their team. The only white people I saw were basically the team that toured with them to play against them. I kept on thinking “Why do they just keep full court pressing them even when the GT’s just keep running around in figure “8”s while passing the ball back and forth really fast between them all the while making the white boys look like idiots?” I wanted to yell “Dudes their making monkeys out of you! The full court press when the GT’s are doing that figure ‘8’ thing is not a good idea!” But of course nobody would have listened to me. The white boys fell for that trick about 10-12 times during the game. White guys are so lame!
Then there was the time that Special K was injured. He had to be carried off the court all the while he was sporting this horrible look of agony on his face. Then about 20 minutes later the announcer yelled with amazement that Cap’in Crunch was better and that he could play again. Then with an explosion of a dry ice cloud and the rhythms of Survivors “Eye of the Tiger” Fruit Loops (Or what ever his name is” came trotting back onto the court. Thomas at this point turned to me and said “He really was never hurt was he?” I then answered “Probably not, I even have my doubts about the credentials of that health care professional that pronounced him not fit to play. Mainly by the way he is now franticly yelling at the score board person presently…but that’s just me.”
Every time the GT’s made one of their amazing baskets or slam dunks Thomas would instantly look up at the score board and say “Wow Dad, the Globe Trotters are really beating those white guys!” At this point Thomas and I were happy not to associate ourselves with those loser-lamo white guys. So today Thomas and I will be laying out in the sun much more than usual.
Have a great 4th all.!
“Broken promises don’t bother me. I just think, ‘Why do they believe me?’” Jack Handey
FeO2
May 16, 2008, I was only acting! (2 Points off a shit-sandwich)
So I just read “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” a play by Tom Stoppard. Heh-heh. I really liked it! It is well written as it has so many nuances to explore. One of the things that I liked best was the references to theater itself. I will now share. It is a play inside a play outside of a play. I will explain further down.
The scene is a theatric group “The Tragedians” that ROS and GUIL are watching, criticizing and constantly interrupting through their whole performance. It is a mime and there is the “Player” or the narrator, a queen played by a boy (Elizabethinian not a modern day queen), and a prisoner about to be king.
The TRAGEDIANS have taken up position for the continuation of the mime: which in this case means a love scene, sexual and passionate, between the QUEEN and PRISONER/KING
PLAYER: Go!
The lovers begin. The PALYER contributes a breathless commentary for ROS and GUIL.
Having murdered his brother and wooed the widow- the poisoner mounts the throne! Here we see him and his queen give reign to their unbridled passion! She unknowing that the man that she holds in her arms-----I
ROS: Oh, I say-here-really! You can’t do that!
PLAYER: Why not?
ROS: Well, really-I mean, people want to be entertained- they don’t come expecting sordid and gratuitous filth.
PLAYER: Your wrong-they do! Murder seduction and incest-what do you want-jokes?
ROS: I want a good story with a beginning, middle, and end.
PLAYER: (to GUIL) And you?
GUIL: I’d prefer a to mirror life, if it’s all the same to you.
PLAYER: It’s all the same to me, sir. (To the grappling LOVERS:)
All right, no need to indulge yourselves…….
So I think that this part of the play should be dedicated to all armature actors who have ever appalled a director (as I have more than 2 directors at least) as well as screwed up the director’s play.
So as you can see that this is the play inside of the main play “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead”. But for those of you who are not aware, “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” is the play that skirts Shakespears “Hamlet”. “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” is a singular line taken from the end of Hamlet of two characters who never appear in Hamlet. So there for it is a play inside of a play outside of a play. I that makes any sense to you the reader.
As far as my own personal rating for the play I feel that it is not the force fed shit-sandwich that the last play I reviewed, “Waiting for Godough”. I will now use my own personal rating system that I have invented for the reader (if indeed I still have any at this point). I will use “Shit-sandwich” as 0 and “Big in Japan” as 10. I am basing this on the Visual Analogue Scale (VAS). This is the most reliable pain measuring test in use in the medical field as far as I am concerned. Of course the values of my Shit sandwich/Big in Japan scale (SSBJ) have values that are directly inverse to the VAS. I will bore you no further with the details. Anyhoo “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” gets a 9 points on the side of Big in Japan where as “Waiting for Godough” gets a full Shit-sandwich as I have compared it to the airline travel industry where you just wait around for nothing to happen. Oh and uh…one last thing Mr. Hans D., when one refers to the VAS and uses the term “exquisite pain” it is for medical use only and not for your own sexual perversions!
So now I leave you with a quote from one of my favorite life philosophers Jack Handey:
“If you want to be the most popular person in your class, whenever the professor pauses in his lecture, just let out a big snort and say "How do you figger that!" real loud. Then lean back and sort of smirk.”
Steady as she blows!
FeO2
The scene is a theatric group “The Tragedians” that ROS and GUIL are watching, criticizing and constantly interrupting through their whole performance. It is a mime and there is the “Player” or the narrator, a queen played by a boy (Elizabethinian not a modern day queen), and a prisoner about to be king.
The TRAGEDIANS have taken up position for the continuation of the mime: which in this case means a love scene, sexual and passionate, between the QUEEN and PRISONER/KING
PLAYER: Go!
The lovers begin. The PALYER contributes a breathless commentary for ROS and GUIL.
Having murdered his brother and wooed the widow- the poisoner mounts the throne! Here we see him and his queen give reign to their unbridled passion! She unknowing that the man that she holds in her arms-----I
ROS: Oh, I say-here-really! You can’t do that!
PLAYER: Why not?
ROS: Well, really-I mean, people want to be entertained- they don’t come expecting sordid and gratuitous filth.
PLAYER: Your wrong-they do! Murder seduction and incest-what do you want-jokes?
ROS: I want a good story with a beginning, middle, and end.
PLAYER: (to GUIL) And you?
GUIL: I’d prefer a to mirror life, if it’s all the same to you.
PLAYER: It’s all the same to me, sir. (To the grappling LOVERS:)
All right, no need to indulge yourselves…….
So I think that this part of the play should be dedicated to all armature actors who have ever appalled a director (as I have more than 2 directors at least) as well as screwed up the director’s play.
So as you can see that this is the play inside of the main play “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead”. But for those of you who are not aware, “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” is the play that skirts Shakespears “Hamlet”. “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” is a singular line taken from the end of Hamlet of two characters who never appear in Hamlet. So there for it is a play inside of a play outside of a play. I that makes any sense to you the reader.
As far as my own personal rating for the play I feel that it is not the force fed shit-sandwich that the last play I reviewed, “Waiting for Godough”. I will now use my own personal rating system that I have invented for the reader (if indeed I still have any at this point). I will use “Shit-sandwich” as 0 and “Big in Japan” as 10. I am basing this on the Visual Analogue Scale (VAS). This is the most reliable pain measuring test in use in the medical field as far as I am concerned. Of course the values of my Shit sandwich/Big in Japan scale (SSBJ) have values that are directly inverse to the VAS. I will bore you no further with the details. Anyhoo “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” gets a 9 points on the side of Big in Japan where as “Waiting for Godough” gets a full Shit-sandwich as I have compared it to the airline travel industry where you just wait around for nothing to happen. Oh and uh…one last thing Mr. Hans D., when one refers to the VAS and uses the term “exquisite pain” it is for medical use only and not for your own sexual perversions!
So now I leave you with a quote from one of my favorite life philosophers Jack Handey:
“If you want to be the most popular person in your class, whenever the professor pauses in his lecture, just let out a big snort and say "How do you figger that!" real loud. Then lean back and sort of smirk.”
Steady as she blows!
FeO2
Monday, 12th of May 2008 "Viva CCCLA"
I just wanted to say “Thanks” to the gang down from CCCLA. BTW Gail I think I heard someone say (about you) that they were going “to cut off a piece and take a bite”. What the hell is that all about?!?!? Perhaps it was me that said it….who knows? I was cool to find out that Erika and I are both big “Doyer” baseball fans. I am still waiting for my jersey. Which reminds me. I have been playing all day on that damn “Noentiendo ®” set ever sense ya left D. Lopez! Que huevada…huevon! Be that as it may I hope that Kelly-aquin is settling back into her AA meetings since she has gotten back to LA. As for Han(d)sy I think that Autumn is right in saying that what you are really missing about Bolivia is Eliaquin (spelled E-l-i-a-q-u-i-n) and his constant pulling on that long hose all day long. Speaking of Autumn everybody is still talking about the Home Coming Princess/Prom Queen but definitely not like all the soldier boys are still talking about Casey all over the base! All this about girls… I am still trying to remember if it was a male cheerleader or female cheerleader from Arizona State that was in that story about Matt? And how many were there? I am not going to say much about Dr. Rudy Patel accept that that anchor woman that you called a bitch and then later repented cuz she was really hot keeps on calling asking about “that sweet guy who wags his head while he sings Persian love songs all the time”. That Rudy is so hot right now! The kids have been missing you Chris. Specially Thomas. He has been asking when you are going to get him on American Idol and if you think that he would have a chance. He is pretty good with a sling shot.
Also to clear my conscience I must say that I will never,,,, ever…again sneak into a Bolivian boy’s bathroom with Brenda and Kelly again. That place was friggin’ nasty…. specially at the Cochabamba fair grounds! I can also say that the gerbils living in my back yard feel much more at ease without Irene constantly chasing them around the garden….thank you very much! And last but not least Dr. Henry, Tammy says she misses talking theology and about God issues with you.
So there it is folks! Give a round of applause the CCCLA group!
Steady as she blows!
FeO2 “El Juevudo"
Also to clear my conscience I must say that I will never,,,, ever…again sneak into a Bolivian boy’s bathroom with Brenda and Kelly again. That place was friggin’ nasty…. specially at the Cochabamba fair grounds! I can also say that the gerbils living in my back yard feel much more at ease without Irene constantly chasing them around the garden….thank you very much! And last but not least Dr. Henry, Tammy says she misses talking theology and about God issues with you.
So there it is folks! Give a round of applause the CCCLA group!
Steady as she blows!
FeO2 “El Juevudo"
April 30th, 2008: Panties and over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders!
So my chiropractic mission group is now in town. I went to do an interview to promote this project at a local TV station this am which is called the "Mañanera" (morning show). As providence would have it I was set up to go on camara after the 2 lingerie models. These two girls were stealing the show up until that point modeling their companies wears in a very high-falootin’ fashion. I watched them run passed me several times through the waiting room where I was. They were trotting in what looked to be very uncomfortable high heels back and forth to the bathroom which was their dressing room. This was all to change their undies between different appearances. I even caught the sight of the edge of an ariola as one was running out of the bathroom still tucking herself in on the way to the sound stage. I wont lie and say that I was not entertained.......
Anyway when my turn came to go in for my interview I got the same questions as I usual do during these mission projects about the profession and the project itself from both the female and male interviewers who hosted the show. Then the male interviewer all of a sudden said "Why don’t you give us a demonstration on my partner here?" I said "Ok!" So I set up for a seated cervical adjustment on the woman interviewer’s neck. Then it happened. The lapel microphone that she was wearing picked up the complete posterior joint cavitations sounds or the cracking sounds of a chiropractic adjustment. This event thundered through the stations sound system. It was awesome! The camera men heads poked out from the behind the cameras and the male interviewer’s eyes popped out of his head. She was kind of dazed for a little while but when she came to she said "That was fantastic!". Then every body was taking pictures of ME for once. Everybody had then forgotten all about the little "panty weasels" that were on not even 5 minutes before. It is little something I like to call "fightin' for survival". I nailed that bitch! Or as Will Ferrell would say "That's how ya debate!!!"
Then I spent the rest of my camera time smilin' and sippin' on a Coca-cola (product placement) with my TV hosts for the sponsors all the while saying “Mmmm this Coca-cola is delicious!”.
When I rock the mic, I rock the mic!!
FeO2
Anyway when my turn came to go in for my interview I got the same questions as I usual do during these mission projects about the profession and the project itself from both the female and male interviewers who hosted the show. Then the male interviewer all of a sudden said "Why don’t you give us a demonstration on my partner here?" I said "Ok!" So I set up for a seated cervical adjustment on the woman interviewer’s neck. Then it happened. The lapel microphone that she was wearing picked up the complete posterior joint cavitations sounds or the cracking sounds of a chiropractic adjustment. This event thundered through the stations sound system. It was awesome! The camera men heads poked out from the behind the cameras and the male interviewer’s eyes popped out of his head. She was kind of dazed for a little while but when she came to she said "That was fantastic!". Then every body was taking pictures of ME for once. Everybody had then forgotten all about the little "panty weasels" that were on not even 5 minutes before. It is little something I like to call "fightin' for survival". I nailed that bitch! Or as Will Ferrell would say "That's how ya debate!!!"
Then I spent the rest of my camera time smilin' and sippin' on a Coca-cola (product placement) with my TV hosts for the sponsors all the while saying “Mmmm this Coca-cola is delicious!”.
When I rock the mic, I rock the mic!!
FeO2
14th of April, 2007, Monday, Pics of me.
So I decided to go through the Rusty albums again and as usual I was embarrassed at what I found. But instead of turning my back on my past I decided to embrace it and accept who I am. So I have made a fun game of this for you. (One of Rusty’s social enhancement activities). The game is to find the picture that is the most irreparably emotionally damaging to the viewers mental conscious. http://picasaweb.google.com/rustyfirestone/RustyTheKid
You may laugh, you may smile, and you may get board and want to go make your self a sandwich.
So now I leave you with one more quote from Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy
“If you go to a costume party at your boss's house, wouldn't you think a good costume would be to dress up like the boss's wife? Trust me, it’s not”
Good luck to you! I will await your answers
FeO2
PS I must apologies in front of all to Tammy of whom I have committed the unpardonable transgression of scraping all the nuts off the top of the "Fudgie Wudgie" brand fudge. I am soooooo sorry!
So here are the responses to my last blog:
Lisa wrote: “Very cute! I also noticed your baby dolls on the floor!”
Rusty wrote: “Those ‘baby dolls’ happened to get me through high school, college, and most of life in general! Thank you very much.”
Jim Lopez wrote: “I remember you flopping as you were pounded by the waves, trying to stay on that atomic capsule of a board.”
Rusty wrote: “Dude wasn’t that the day that you asked me to help you take off your winter suit (that was at that point stuck around your ankles) while lying on your back in the grass with your legs up in the air? To steady myself I had to plant my foot on your crotch to pull the opposite direction of said anatomy. I remember your eyes bulging out of your head almost as much as your little red testis out on each side of my foot. BTW who the hell wears tighty-whities under neoprene? (besides you of course) Hey you owe me a signed copy of your newly published book.
You should meet my other friend that has the same name as you. His name is Rev. Gym Yurika (pronounced “you-reek-uh”). He is kind of a false profit though…..but in a good way. So Rev. Gym Yurika the “False Profit” meet Jim Lo “the After Glow”.
Daryle wrote: “Nice, Rusty, nice. How did you save your work on that? “
Rusty wrote: “Shut up Daryle!”
Oh yes I almost forgot…the answer to the game of “find the picture that is the most irreparably emotionally damaging to the viewers” is……the one of “Rusty the Arteest”. In this picture I am not wearing any pants! Nobody got it right. Ha-ha!
You may laugh, you may smile, and you may get board and want to go make your self a sandwich.
So now I leave you with one more quote from Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy
“If you go to a costume party at your boss's house, wouldn't you think a good costume would be to dress up like the boss's wife? Trust me, it’s not”
Good luck to you! I will await your answers
FeO2
PS I must apologies in front of all to Tammy of whom I have committed the unpardonable transgression of scraping all the nuts off the top of the "Fudgie Wudgie" brand fudge. I am soooooo sorry!
So here are the responses to my last blog:
Lisa wrote: “Very cute! I also noticed your baby dolls on the floor!”
Rusty wrote: “Those ‘baby dolls’ happened to get me through high school, college, and most of life in general! Thank you very much.”
Jim Lopez wrote: “I remember you flopping as you were pounded by the waves, trying to stay on that atomic capsule of a board.”
Rusty wrote: “Dude wasn’t that the day that you asked me to help you take off your winter suit (that was at that point stuck around your ankles) while lying on your back in the grass with your legs up in the air? To steady myself I had to plant my foot on your crotch to pull the opposite direction of said anatomy. I remember your eyes bulging out of your head almost as much as your little red testis out on each side of my foot. BTW who the hell wears tighty-whities under neoprene? (besides you of course) Hey you owe me a signed copy of your newly published book.
You should meet my other friend that has the same name as you. His name is Rev. Gym Yurika (pronounced “you-reek-uh”). He is kind of a false profit though…..but in a good way. So Rev. Gym Yurika the “False Profit” meet Jim Lo “the After Glow”.
Daryle wrote: “Nice, Rusty, nice. How did you save your work on that? “
Rusty wrote: “Shut up Daryle!”
Oh yes I almost forgot…the answer to the game of “find the picture that is the most irreparably emotionally damaging to the viewers” is……the one of “Rusty the Arteest”. In this picture I am not wearing any pants! Nobody got it right. Ha-ha!
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