Monday, October 31, 2005

I want to suck you blood...

"I went to the Doctor the other day and all he wanted to do was drain blood out of my neck...

That's the last time I go to Dr. Acula."


-Mitch Hedberg


Friday, October 28, 2005

I Remember Halloween...

TOP 5 Halloween Songs!

Here they are in all of their glory. It took me a while to come up with this list. A couple of them we’re already on the list from past years, but I thought long and hard about a couple of them.

Behold:

5. “Thriller” Michael Jackson

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Jack-O was the man back in the day, but now he’s creepy without a make-up artist. He maybe a sicko, but that mofo could dance and make one of the best Halloween songs of all-time. MJ, you scare me, but welcome to the top 5.

4. “Thirteen” Johnny Cash

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This is actually a Danzig cover, but Johnny is my main man, so I had to find a way to sneak him onto the list. I almost canned this song, but after listening to the lyrics last night I decided that it was a definite keeper. Enjoy the lyrics:

Bad luck wind been blowing at my back
I was born to bring trouble to wherever
I'm at Got the number thirteen tattooed on my neck
When the ink starts to itch, then the black will turn to red

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young

Got a long line of heartache
I carry it well
The list of lives
I've broken reach from here to hell
Back luck been blowing at my back
I pray you don't look at me, I pray I don't look back

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young
They just gave me the number when I was young

3. “American Werewolf/All the Way to the Blood Bank” Blaster the Rocket Man

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This is actually two songs, but they tied and it’s my list and I can do whatever I want. Blaster has been one of my favorite punk rock bands since high school. They sing songs about aliens,were wolves and things that go bump in the night. You can’t really go wrong with these guys, especially this time of year. On top of their horror antics, they actually convey a Gospel message within their songs. Vampires + Jesus = Blaster. Weird combo huh?

2. “Fall Children” A.F.I.

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A.F.I. is one of my favorite bands of all-time. When I feel dark I listen to A.F.I. They actually came out with a Halloween EP a couple of years ago. This song embodies the symmetry of darkness and beauty in Halloween to me.

As the cries start to penetrate still air, this day we celebrate.
The wait now ends.

From four corners smoke plums into reddened sky.
In the face of latern light, my destiny flies.

This day so hallowed, from here to forever its will I will follow.
Tonight will come to life.

Deadened branches stirred by whispers in the wind.
Fall children fill the streets at dusk, at last, it all will begin.

1. “Halloween” The Misfits

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When I think of Halloween I think of The Misfits. I bet they actually formed a band just so they could play shows on Halloween. This song is Halloween’s Punk Rock Anthem. Sing it loud if the lyrics don’t disturb you.

Bonfires burning bright
Pumpkin faces in the night
I remember Halloween

Dead cats hanging from poles
Little dead are out in droves
I remember Halloween

Brown leafed vertigo
Where skeletal life is known
I remember Halloween

This day anything goes
Burning bodies hanging from poles
I remember Halloween

Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

Candy apples and razor blades
Little dead are soon in graves
I remember Halloween

This day anything goes
Burning bodies hanging from poles
I remember

Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Candy Apples and Razor Blades...

As Halloween quickly approaches I feel the darkness within my soul illuminate with life. All Hallow's Eve is my favorite holiday. I like everything about it, except for the demon worship and satanic sacrifices, but that's old wives tales. Well, not really.

Anyway, I think so many people are drawn to Halloween due to the controlled fear. We like to be scared in an exciting way. It's like riding a rollercoaster. We know it's going to be intense, but we'll come out on the other side alright.

One of my few problems with Halloween though is the lack of good haunted houses that are out these days. Maybe they were always lame and I was just a kid. That's probably the truth, but I didn't like most of them back then either. I do recall a radical haunted maze when I was a kid that we would frequent every year. That maze raised the bar for my haunted house experiences. It's never been matched. That was 12 years ago.

As I've gotten older it's not so much about the trick or treatin' anymore, but about the costume parties. Friends have them every year and we get pumped about them. I can't tell you what the lady and I are going to be this year, but it's going to be great. I'll post some pictures when we have them complete.

What I do want to get down to though is a Top 5 All-Time Favorite Horror Movie List.

Johnny C's TOP 5 Horror Movies of All-Time (this list is subject to change from time to time):

1. Halloween - I love Michael Myers. He's my favorite slasher movie star. What makes him so great is how intelligent he is without ever speaking. The first two installments we're glorious, but then the third one was some retarded movie not even about MM (Michael Myers, not Magazine Man). they we're forgiven for their sins in Halloweeen 4 though. Michael returned in all of his glory!

2. 28 Days Later - I honestly think this is the most realistic zombie movie ever made. Cillian Murphy who was in Red Eye and played the Scare Crow in the new Batman movie is the lead role. It's low-budget, but still very realistic. If you've never seen it. Rent it or Netflick it ASAP!

3. The Thing - I've never seen the original that came out in the early 50's, but my Dad saw it when he was a kid. He said it scared the shit out of him. Any movie that scares my Dad is worth checking out. I saw John Carpenter's remake a couple of years ago and I thought it was very well put together. Kurt Russell does an excellent job and if your friends ever start acting strange you might want to put a hot iron on their blood.

4. Dawn of the Dead Remake - The original Dawn of the Dead was a great movie, but it was still made in the 70's and really cheesy. The remake that came out a couple of years ago is still cheesy because it's a bloody zombie flick is still pretty entertaining.

5. Silver Bullet - This is kind of a new one that I'm throwing into the mix, but I loved this movie when I was a kid. It was one of those movies that they played on USA on Sunday afternoons. I so happened to be watching USA one Sunday Afternoon and came across a classic.

Silver Bullet is a werewolf horror movie. It's prerry sweet because the little boy who combats the werewolf is in a wheelchair. His uncle who I think is Gary Busey, I don't have the movie in front of me, makes him a super wheel chair which is more like a fucking race car. It's a fun movie. Check it out!

Honorable mentions:

Shaun of the Dead is witty and completely knocks zombie horror. It's english comedy at it's best. It actually kind of gets a little scary, if you're a girl.

Scream is a total pop culture horror movie, but we can't let that take away from how it helped redefine horror. It was a smart story with a great twist. It was pretty fucking gruesome as well. I actually don't like to watch the opening scene because it's a little upsetting. I know, I've gotten soft over the years.

If anyone else has some horror movies not listed on here feel free to share them with me. I'm all about adding to the collection.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Creepy.

After completing a good bit of house work this morning I decided to try and delete my hotmail account. As I was going through my msn I came across a quick horoscope setting that had my horoscope.

Here's what it said:

CancerCancer
June 21 - July 21
Without a doubt, there is a lot of work to be done around the house. With today's planetary configurations, you feel especially vested in making your home look its best. But you don't have to get everything done today, dear Cancer. Rather than scrubbing floors and dusting furniture, why not invest in a few inexpensive items that will perk the place up a bit? A few area rugs and scatter pillows could make a big difference!

I believe in astrology to a certain extent, but I think horoscopes are silly.

Maybe I should start reading it daily?

Friday, October 21, 2005

101 Things you could care less about - excluding dalmatians.

I've seen some people doing this around the web and it's an easy out for a post.

Viewer discretion is advised:

  1. My favorite soft drink is Diet Dr. Pepper.
  2. One of my feet is pigeon toed.
  3. I’ve worked for some sort of motivational speaker for the majority of my adult life.
  4. I’m still not motivated.
  5. I was mistaken for an albino when I was a kid.
  6. I’m still pissed about the UK/Duke game in the ‘92 NCAA tournament.
  7. I played Donkey Kong on IBM’s first PC when I was 5.
  8. I wore nothing but black clothing for two years straight.
  9. I also colored my hair black for those years as well.
  10. I’m afraid of heights.
  11. I get sick talking about blood/needles/surgery.
  12. I made out with a girl in a graveyard in England.
  13. I have short arms and legs and my hands are way too small for my size.
  14. I have a long torso.
  15. Intuition is my super power.
  16. I have an unhealthy obsession with girls who have red hair.
  17. Nothing surprises me anymore.
  18. I can run a mile without stopping no matter what shape I’m in.
  19. I’m too competitive.
  20. Donatello and Michaelangelo are my favorite Ninja Turtles.
  21. I can eat Mexican food everyday of the week.
  22. I’ve never fought back in a (fist) fight.
  23. I was only one full belt away from my black belt when I quit Tae Kwon Do.
  24. I’m good/decent at every game you can play in a bar.
  25. When people say “anyways” instead of “anyway” it drives me up a fucking wall.
  26. I’ve never driven up a wall.
  27. I can juggle.
  28. I can’t dive.
  29. I go to the chiropractor twice a week.
  30. I’ve known my best friend for 16 years.
  31. I can play the bass guitar.
  32. I’m related to Patsy Cline.
  33. I have a healthy hatred for pop radio country music.
  34. I use to wish I was a mutant when I was a kid.
  35. I willed myself to be the tallest person in my family.
  36. I do not like reality television.
  37. I do not like MAC/Apple snobby attitudes.
  38. I don’t like dance clubs.
  39. I prefer dark beer over any other alcoholic beverage.
  40. I can shoot Jager like a champ though.
  41. I despise whiskey.
  42. I can admit it when I’m wrong.
  43. I’m honestly a good driver.
  44. My favorite car that I’ve owned was a ’92 Volvo 940.
  45. I was born premature.
  46. My mom resuscitated me twice. She saved my life.
  47. I was the MVP of the JV basketball League my freshman year of high school.
  48. “Pistol” Pete Maravich is my favorite basketball player of all time.
  49. Between Magic Johnson and Larry Bird, I pick Michael Jordan.
  50. I quote movie lines on a daily basis.
  51. I’ve only been dumped twice, bitches.
  52. I’ve hung out with people on the same day that they’ve died.
  53. I’m afraid of death.
  54. I’ve preached in a church before.
  55. I’ve preached on TV before. (No, I wasn’t asking for money.)
  56. I don’t let people take advantage of me.
  57. I love the south.
  58. I curse way too much.
  59. I still listen to Punk Rock.
  60. I’m one of the last two people in my group of friends who doesn’t have a tattoo.
  61. Johnny Cash is my hero.
  62. I’m getting a Johnny Cash tattoo.
  63. I unfortunately started smoking again.
  64. I’ve been playing War Craft 3 for three years and I still get my ass kicked by 12 year olds.
  65. I’m Irish through and through.
  66. My parents got divorced when I was 20.
  67. I’ve never seen a ghost. I’ve heard one before.
  68. I love history.
  69. I am Math’s redheaded stepchild.
  70. I don’t like rebel flags.
  71. I like northern accents.
  72. I liked Howard Dean.
  73. I didn’t eat at Waffle House until I moved to the South when I was 16.
  74. I didn’t drink on my 21st birthday.
  75. I’m still afraid of my Dad.
  76. I always think I’m going to die every time I board an airplane.
  77. I was sitting in a cubicle on 9/11. I went home at noon that day.
  78. I’m obsessive compulsive about setting my alarm clock.
  79. Halloween is my favorite holiday.
  80. I’m better at video game bowling than I am at real bowling.
  81. I hate drugs.
  82. There is at least one road, high school and university that bear the same name as me.
  83. I want to hang out with Bill Clinton in a bar.
  84. I didn’t have my driver’s license until I was 18.
  85. Due to not having a license I was once given the nick name “Stuck at the Waffle House Johnny on the Spot”.
  86. I don’t have a gas cap door on my vehicle.
  87. I have 10,418 songs on my ipod.
  88. I graduated from an Independent Study School with Honors.
  89. I’ve known someone who was possessed by a demon.
  90. I use to live in a haunted house.
  1. I’ve never broken a bone.
  2. I chipped my teeth on a beer bottle at an Andrew W.K. concert after I fought my way on to the stage.
  3. I’ve had songs written and recorded about me by an ex-girlfriend.
  4. I own over 150 DVD’s.
  5. I always tip at least 20% whether the server did a good job or not.
  6. I’ve had my septum pierced twice.
  7. I was born in Florida.
  8. England is my favorite place I’ve ever been.
  9. I’ve had beer for breakfast.
  10. I’ve never been fired from a job.
  11. I saw “Webster” in a parking lot once and laughed at him.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

In Which I Am Posting Like Magazine Man...

All of a sudden something clicked in my head, “Where’s my wallet?”

I checked my pockets and my current surroundings, which was underneath my chair on my friends’ front porch.

Nothing.

I went in the house and retraced my steps and wound up in the bathroom because that was the only reason I had gone into their house this evening.

Nothing there either.

I walked back out to my friends’ car and check the street on my way.

Not in the car.

Not in the street.

I jumped back into my car and drove up to Daddy D’s BBQ where I last recall having my wallet since I had paid for dinner about 45 minutes earlier.

Middle Aged waiter hadn’t seen it. It wasn’t under the table where I was sitting. I left my number just in case they came across it.

“Hmm…where the hell did I leave my wallet?”

In years passed I can count on one finger ever losing anything of this much importance in my life. I lost my cell phone at work some months ago, but managed to find it on my friends’ desk at work. A cell phone doesn’t compare to a wallet that contains a drivers license, credit cards, social security card (no lectures, I know I’m not supposed to carry it with me) and my insurance cards.

I’m just so good about keeping track of my valuables.

I decide to go back to my friends’ house and start interrogating. I start with my friend Leigh.

“Leigh, have you seen my wallet. I can’t find it anywhere.”

She shrugged and replied, “No, but some guys walked by when you were in the bathroom asking if any of us lived in Kennesaw.”

“What?!?”

“My license is registered in Kennesaw because my Dad lives there!”

“Johnny, I had no idea. I didn’t know where he lived.”

To Leigh’s defense she did just move here and she’s not familiar with the suburbs of Atlanta.

I decide to move on to my friend Daniel. He replied with the same response. Daniel knows I lived in Kennesaw though. I think he’s playing a trick on me.

I stare him down.

“Give me my wallet!!”

“What?!?” He looked puzzled.

“Give me my wallet motherfucker.” It’s a term of endearment.

He didn’t have it.

He wasn’t amused at me cursing at him. Neither was I that he didn’t have my wallet. I proceed to freak out about two strange men picking up my wallet and high tailing it down the street.

For all I know they had already started draining my back account. The little money that I do have was now being spent on 900 numbers and crack rock! I don’t have a problem with those things, but if my money is being spent on it I want a piece of the action.

I decide to start walking down the street. This is good for a number of reasons:

  1. I might actually find the men who found my wallet and be able to stop them from funding their ridiculous drug habits at my expense.
  1. I’m an asshole when I’m bothered/upset/pissed/worried/afraid that my money is being spent on crack whores.
  1. The exercise is good for my blood circulation and I like walking.

I walked a couple of blocks and the streets are empty. It’s getting late and it’s already dark outside. I start circling nervously pondering what the hell I’m going to do since I now, do not have anyway to get money and now I’m a nameless person in society since the proof of my existence, other than my passport was in that wallet.

Thoughts of being homeless start entering my mind. It’s scary. I’ve never eaten at a soup kitchen before.

Then the idea of having no identity starts to appeal to me. Michael Knight didn’t have an identity and he got to fight crime and drive that awesome car Kit on the hit TV show Knight Rider.

Fuck yeah! I’ll have no identity and it will rule!

Then reality kicks in...

I start freaking out again…

Then at my deepest darkest point of disgust and hatred for humanity Leigh comes walking down the street. She’s puts her arm around me. I keep my hands in my pockets. We start walking down the street again. The quest is back on, but I’m still pissed. She’s talking game plans for finding my wallet and I’m cursing under my breath at the fact that I’ll probably never see my wallet again.

“Johnny, there are some restaurants down here. Maybe those guys were going to eat.”

She’s right. Not to mention the fact that Leigh actually saw these wallet snatchers. She can ID them. Maybe I’ll get my wallet back and be able to fight crime at the same time I’ll still have an identity then, but who cares David Hasselhoff had bad hair and made gross music anyway.

As we move down the street I begin to hope that the two men who had acquired my wallet are gay. I have no idea why this thought entered my mind, but it seemed like a nice thought. Gay men stereotypically have more money than me and are usually decently honest in matters like these. I would rather them pick it up than say a homeless person who only wants cash and after realizing there isn’t any in my wallet decides to discard it into a storm drain.

Once we got down the street we start entering restaurants. Leigh runs into some ice cream parlor looking shop and gets a dumb founded look from the patron working behind the counter. Damn it! The guys who found my wallet apparently didn’t stop for a scoop of cookies n’ cream.

We cross the street and go into the pizza parlor/bar. I go straight for the bar tender. That’s the sensible place to drop off a wallet.

He’s clueless.

I glanced into the dining room and Leigh is speaking with two men sitting at a booth. They look kind of super. And what’s this, they’re handing her something.

Is it a piece of pizza?

Is she getting some phone numbers from the local hotties?

There’s no way in hell that these are the dudes. I gave it a 7% chance of finding my wallet. Has the other 93% been defied? Does God answer prayers over lost wallets even when the person praying has been cursing the day he was created for the last 30 minutes?

I make my way over to the table and Leigh hands me a black wallet. I flip it open. The driver’s license has a picture of a stunning young gentleman who name happens to be Johnny C. Surely, this can’t be my wallet. (It is your wallet dumb ass and stop calling me Shirley.)

I stand there for the next 20 seconds with my jaw on the floor. Leigh rejoices. I’m still standing there. I look at the guys and say the second most sincere “Thank you” I’ve ever uttered. I’m still standing there.

“Holy Shit!”

I’m still standing there.

“Johnny, buy them some drinks.”

I wake up. “You guys want a round of beers?”

They declined. I took a closer look. They were gay.

I rejoice in my heart.

Leigh rejoices.

The homosexual community rejoices.

The Angels in Heaven rejoice.

Life is good.

Friday, October 14, 2005

"You'll be dead!"

I was walking through the hallway by the reception area at work
yesterday when the lady behind the counter stopped me.

"Johnny C., you have a package up here."

I glanced down at a box with my name and address neatly typed on a
little white piece of paper. There wasn't a return address to be
found. It was here. My beloved #38 was finally going to be mine. I
could now complete the set of the first 44 Episode III action figures.

I found an unpleasant surprise when I opened the box though.

It exploded!

I blacked out when shrapnel hit me in the face. I was rushed to the ER
where they managed to save my sight, but my boyishly good looks have
forever been revoked. Actually, I only received a few cuts and
scrapes.

The package wasn't from Magazine Man, but from a terrorist sleeper
cell
that had infiltrated my Gmail account and had intercepted my
address when I e-mailed it to Magazine Man so that he could send me
#38.

The good news is that the bomb didn't fully detonate. The FBI said
that it was a three section bomb, but only one section went off. Other
than the cuts on my face I was alright so they released me this
morning.

I asked why terrorists would want to fuck with me? They didn't really
have an answer except that I wasn't the first person to have this
happen to them. A couple of other cases they had come across in the
Atlanta area had been fatal. I lucked out.

Al-Qaeda has been claiming responsibility for these attacks. That's
what the FBI has been assuming with my case as well. A full scale
investigation has been launched to find those responsible.

Currently, my apartment building is under heavy surveillance and will
probably remain that way for the next month due to yesterday's surreal
events. The office has closed down until further notice to make sure there isn’t anything life threatening on the premises.



Wow. That went a little too far. I hope none of you all believed that.


Anyway, check out the Legend that is the AT-TE Tank Gunner! When discussing Star Wars your thumbs must always be up, along with a smile on your face.

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Check out the lunch box that I got as an added bonus for being a faithful reader and baby sitter when MM and HLS want to go out for a night on the town.

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Here's the side of the lunch box that hs a light saber penetrating it's metallic confines!

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And the back of it with a totally sweet space fire fight!

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This is the Han Solo figure that has the media invite on the back of it! It's glorious!

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Here's the rest of the media info that came with it. The CD contains screen shots from the trilogy.

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I honestly feel bad for everyone else in this auction. I think I ran away with it. I mean, yeah Allisa got a ring, but everyone got one of those rings with their stuff as well. Oh well, better luck next time everyone!

Magazine Man, you should wear a cape. Thanks for delivering the goods!

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

"For every push forward, I get the same fucking push back."

I'm sure at some point in everyone's life they wake up one morning and say to themselves,

"Where the hell am I and how did I get here?"

Sometimes this question is asked after a night of sinning and debauchery. I have asked myself that question only a couple of times after one of those wild and crazy nights, but this morning as I was driving to work I wondered how I got myself into this predicament. Realizing that I was not the one at fault here, but maybe it is my fate and destiny and I pray to God or Buddha, or whoever handles Karma that they’re not just getting me back for fucking up in another life or possibly earlier in this one.

This is how I’ve felt in a round about way for about the last year.

As I sit here typing though I honestly am relieved at God’s sense of humor. I believe everything happens for a reason. Therefore worrying doesn’t make anything better. Why not go with the flow or roll with the punches? “Punches” seems to be a more definitive word right now to describe what has been going on. Like they say though, what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger, right?

I’m at that point where I’m excited to see what the next step is. A lot of times as we go through the lull and boredom of life we never expect the next sharp curve. Well, I’m expecting it and also looking forward to it.

My life changes every December/ January, only a couple more months to see what’s going to happen to me. Stay tuned!

Note to reader – This post is about enduring the hardships of working for a company that use to employ me, but I resigned from them. The new company I work for bought them (the old company I worked for) out and I now have the same bosses that pigeon holed me at my last job. This has been going on for almost a year. I’m not bitter anymore though, just fucked. I honestly find it amusing, humorous and revolting all at the same time.

I’m going to pull the trigger if they buy out the next company I work for. Maybe I should just go into the adult entertainment industry. No, I’m not going to be a porn star, you perverts. I would direct.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

I'm dying and other random, little, and uneventful happenings

Ok, I'm not really dying, but then again aren't we all dying a little bit each day?

This is our busy season at work. Conferences out the Yin-Yang. That's what I do, if you didn't already know. I make sure everything that we use at an event is there. That could be product that we sell to credit card machines that we use to charge our customers. I think my official title is Event Shipping Coordinator.

Most of the time it isn't so bad, but when you have to ship out everything for a conference that is going to have an attendance of 8,000 it can get a little of out of control. That event was last week and two weeks before that was another one of our larger events. We're getting ready to get slow now since the Holidays are speedily approaching. I like that.

I think i'm going to be getting another job here soon though. Hopefully, we'll meet this week concerning that opportunity. It's with the same company so the transition shouldn't be too painful.

In terms of dying, I went to the Doctor on Thursday to get checked out. My hands had been going numb and I had some other concerns. Everything was related back to my hypoglycemia and anxiety. You might not have known, but Johnny C. can get a little stressed and now he doesn't have his ciggies to get him through since he hasn't smoked in 8 weeks and 3 days.

I just have to relax though. Easy enough, right? Wrong, I get stressed about the weirdest things. I just have to cool it. The two ways i've learned to cool it is through running and reading. Faith based books help alot. Ones that aren't religious. Don't give me rules and laws. I don't do those well.

Donald Miller who is well-known in the Christian community for writting "Blue Like Jazz" has recently written another book called "Searching for God Knows What". This book is glorious. It's all about approaching God as a being instead of Him being an idea or a set of rules. God isn't a formula. He's to big for that. It's quite freeing. No condemnation.

Here a couple of some other joys that have recently been introduced into my life:

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This figure is almost as hard to find as the AT-TE Tank Gunner. I can't believe I came across him. I could probably sell him on E-bay for $50. I bought him for $6 at Target.

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I was at the grocery store last night and came across this delight. I've been missing good tea, especially Arizona since I stopped eating sugar. Then I realized last night that there is a God that loves me. I bought 4 large bottles of this stuff. I also got the blueberry green tea.

Now that I have this post out the way, back to my regularly scheduled lazy Sunday.

Take Care!

Monday, October 03, 2005

Meet Lawson

A challenge to do a good deed was placed before me by The Mag Man.

What would I get in return for this good deed?

My beloved # 38. The AT-TE Tank Gunner from the first wave of Star Wars Episode III action figures. Yeah, he's just a clone trooper, but that mofo is so hard to find. Since MM has promised him to me I have actually encountered #38's presence, but decided to hold out since MM was sending him my way. Plus, it was way over priced at a toy show.

I considered many different roads for my good deed. I could lend my body over to hard work and labor, but then I realized that I do that every day at my job. I also thought about hooking a homeless person up with a home made survival kit that would inculde many delightful items, but that didn't satisfy my hunger. I also considered going to the strip club to donate some money, but that didn't seem very tasteful.

After deep contemplation of how I could make the world a better place, I came across my new friend Lawson on the Make a Child Smile Website. Lawson is 3 years old and has severe hypoglycemia. I myself also have hypoglycemia, but I wasn't stricken with this blasted condition until this past year. As I was able to rot my teeth out on candy as a little boy, Lawson will never be able to do that. That's just a damn shame. He's had many complications as a toddler, but he's managed to pull through. Feel free to read his story on their website.

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As I was going over his page I discovered that Lawson has a love for Superheroes. I also have a love for things that are super, specifically heroes. Lightning struck my brain, much like it did The Flash, and my good deed came to my mind. As I shall receive a glorious action figure. I will pass the love onto Lawson. He may not be able to have candy, but my God he will have the Justice League!

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I'm sending this out to Lawson tomorrow. I think he'll like it!

Doing a good deed so that you might receive something in return is always a sweet deal. Since thinking about this, it's made me realize that we should do good deeds everyday, for free. I'm a nice guy and have done my fair share of good deeds and non-profit work over the years, but you can never do enough. I think one of the greatest things about life and humanity is the fact that you can bless someone different every day of your life and never run out of people who could use some love.

Thanks for the opportunity MM. I hope everyone else has enjoyed this as much as I have. Let's not let it stop with a fun auction.

Oh by the way, any bids on that Doggie Poo book yet? The wife was interested in it.