nothing, but dundee.

man, oh man, you know who the man is? mick mutha fucking dundee.  about a week ago, late one night, i stumbled upon the dundee, upon clicking through the 800 different kinds of HBO.  now, it's crucial that you know that i am referencing the first one. now, ask yourself, when is the last time you've actually watched crocodile dundee? exaaaaaactly. it's been awhile for me too. 

this scene, which i actually found on youtube, meaning that there are other's who appreciate this shit, goes way, way back to something my brother and i used to make fun of when we were little. we used to do this dance all the time..  to get to the goods that i'm speaking of, you gotta watch this bitch all the way to the end. it's worth the 2 minutes of your time..., and let me just add, that this "dance" can be used in almost any drunken situation.., like for example, walking down the street at 2am drunk, and you catch a whiff of the hot dogs with bacon wrapped around them.. bust out the dundee bacon dance. you know, more things should come wrapped in bacon. i'd really tolerate anything a lot more, if it was wrapped in bacon. even my parents, or ex's.. anyway, that's a whole other issue.

this fucking week.

is what i call a bunch of bullshit nothing. not a damn thing going on. everything is boring and even the air feels stagnant.
spare me the fucking slogans, like, "only boring people get bored"... cause, that's bullshit, that i just cannot convince myself of. no matter how fucked up i am. eccentric people get bored, because most people are boring. if you can't relate to what i'm saying, then i hate to be the one to burst your colorful bubble, but you just may be a boring, borrrring soul.. and that's okay.. really., without "boring", there wouldn't be "exciting".., so, life needs boring people, so some of us can actually feel a tad exciting. oh, fuck it, that's what alcohol is for. sorry, boring people.
so, within the spirit of this week, this is the best i could come up with. this is the only thing i could "blog" about and it pretty much sums up how i feel and.. well it sums it all up.
till more excitement comes,
may i present;



excitement hits

[fuck yeah! they are back..]

dude, i love them.. you know you loved them too. what am i talking about? fucking garbage pail kids, of course. man, i used to totally collect these when i was a wee tot and i had them in a baseball card album, 2nd-13th series, all of them, in pristine condition. even the twins for every card. remember? each card had a "twin" card that was exactly the same, but with a different name. oh, and also, when you'd get a whole series together, it'd make a big puzzle of one of the cards in that series. is it all coming back now? it did for me when i saw these fuckers.

i ran into these things at some old skool candy store last weekend, when a friend of mine took me to a winery somewhere around russian river, or something like that... and i don't know about you, but i fully intend to start collecting them again.. oh sweet garbage pail kids, how i've missed thee..