Life in 3D

Schools Out for Summer!

The last day of school is today and after this I’ll just have work and working out to deal with for about 3.5 months

Or course, I will still be working on Dawn of the Veg over the break because in the fall I have to do my review and that includes having all drawings, turnaround drawings, references and ideas mounted up professionally for display, I also have to have it in book form so the panel can look at it there as well as on two CDs.

Essentially the review is what gives you the green light to go ahead and do your senior thesis project. If the panel doesn’t approve it, you have to go back and do it again until you come up with something that they think is not only a doable project, but cohesive and meets the requirements for graduation. I have all the pieces for my project, now I just have to get them all polished up and ready to show to the world. I think I can do it in three months between work and workouts.

Now, you would think that because of the title to this post I would be rocking to Alice Cooper, but not this time. Right now my mood is more along the lines of Butthole Surfers.

enjoy

Cuddle Parties?

Apparently there is a segment of the population who needs to get in touch with their ‘inner child’ or, have not fully embraced their inner furry yet so they go instead to cuddle parties. What is a cuddle party you ask? Well, pop on over to Michelle Malkin and she can explain.

Three years ago, I blogged about an inane trend called “cuddle parties.”Yes, it’s as ridiculous as it sounds: A bunch of adults in pajamas getting in touch with their touchy-feely inner selves by snuggling up and spooning with strangers. (I know: Sounds like something the press corps groupies are dying to have with Barack Obama.)

All I can do is respond in my best Dr. Cox voice to this stupidity:

Oh. My. God, Nancy! I know that you never, ever really recovered from that fact that your parents didn’t get you that Barbie dream house you wanted for your 10^thbirthday and that no one understands how much that scarred you, and while you TRIED and TRIED to make daddy love you just as much as he loved that guy Steve who he always went with on those long weekends, he never, never did.  Mom always said they went hunting but you wondered why they never took any guns with them but she didn’t seemed to mind because she spent the weekend tanked up on Valiums and vodka while bringing home strange men who were always your ‘daddy for the weekend’ so now you’re trying to recapture that lost magic you once had by curling up with a bunch of complete strangers in flannel but here’s a news flash – grow the hell up.

In a world full of Brittney’s and parents who have to find a babysitter so they can get to the prom this self indulgent crap is so far off the deep end that I have no words to describe how incredibly stupid it is. If you were to take every utterance by Michael Moore, combine it with almost every thought by Al Frankin and then top the whole thing off with Operation: Code Pink, it would STILL not equal the level of narcissistic, childish and 100% dumbass stupidity that this represents. So, take off the diapers and your footie pajamas and quit sucking your thumb and start acting like an adult.

Army of Dog has it right (as usual)

I was considering writing about the shithead Code: Pinkos (AKA – the lesbian commies) and their bullshit protest in Berzerkly over the Marine recruiting station there, but Brett over at Army of Dog not only beat me to it but he also said everything I could ever think of to say about it.

Zanne and her Code Pink friends like to travel around trying to bring “peace” by protesting anything that even looks like it might be able to protect American interests in a time of crisis.  Their success, to be kind, has been limited.  I have a humble suggestion for the crones of Code Pink.  Why don’t you pack up your shit and go cast spells and do rituals to end war in the front yards of the people who actually start this shit?  Seriously, get the kids, tell your life partner to take off a few weeks from work, get in the truck, and head on over to Gaza, Mosul, Tehran, or Beirut and cast spells on the jihadi assholes who are, as we speak, training kids to hate Jews and kill Americans.  Maybe then your dumb, shriveled ass could have some chance of ending the need for the best and brightest of American society to travel over there and get shot at.

And also

Let’s get one thing fucking straight, you crusty nutjob, if the goddamn Japanese Army couldn’t run the Marines off of Iwo-fucking-Jima, your gang of shriveled shrews not going to run them out of Berkely-goddamn-California.  I can’t speak for the mental state of every Marine in that office obviously, but I will bet every damn dime I have to my name that not one of them is fucking scared of you.

No, I don’t think there is one Marine alive or dead that would be scared of these psycho harpies, if anything the only reason the Marines are avoiding them is because they didn’t want to start laughing in these idiots faces.

My dad told me something long ago that is very true here:  “If it weren’t for all the stupid people out here, the rest of us wouldn’t look so smart”

Standing next to these wackos, I would look like Albert Einstein

News from the WTF headlines

Heroes save a woman’s life in Walgreens using OJ, sugar and a glucometer… Store manager then demands payment

A woman went into a potentially fatal diabetic coma while in line at a New York-area Walgreens. Two nurses and an off duty sheriff’s officer happened to be in line. They grab a carton of OJ, some sugar, and a glucometer and manage to raise her blood sugar a little bit. According to their reports, after the paramedics took the patient away, the Walgreens manager came out to demand that the merchandise be paid for, otherwise it’s shoplifting. Good thing they were there, otherwise he might have tried to fine the diabetic for blocking the checkout line.

What kind of a stupid ass would do something like that?  I am fairly sure there are quite a few ways that he could have written the items off of his stock and not had to mark it off as shoplifting.

People like this manager are everything that is wrong with the world.  So involved in their little petty situations that they can’t even do one nice thing for a person because it would be the right thing to do. 

here’s a clue for you buddy, when someone is dying you should try to NOT let them die instead of worrying about some fucking orange juice and a glucometer.  Try next time to not be such a waste of human sperm that you remember that!   I sure as hell hope that if your ass is ever on the ground dying and someone could save you with some OJ that they don’t say “No, I can’t because I’ll get charged with shoplifting.”

Fucktard.