Playing in his Backyard

Relevant. Event. Post. Post. Happening. (REPPH)

Death Wish

If you haven't seen Death Wish I,II,III,IV,V - Go rent them. Now.

Just reading the synopsis for the first movie is hilarious:

This drama about a man who takes the law into his own hands was wildly controversial upon first release, sparking much debate about the perceived pro-vigilante stance of the story, and established Charles Bronson as a major box office draw in the United States. Paul Kersey (Charles Bronson) is a liberal architect living in New York City. One day, a group of drug-crazed thugs break into his apartment while he's gone, killing his wife Joanna (Hope Lange)and brutally raping his married daughter, leaving her comatose. When the police are unable to find the culprits, Kersey arms himself and begins patrolling the streets, killing muggers and thieves as he encounters them. While his obsessive search for street justice sickens him at first, in time Kersey begins to enjoy it and becomes a hunted man himself, as Police Detective Frank Ochoa (Vincent Gardenia) tries to find the man who is doing the police's job for them, and a bit too well. Jeff Goldblum made his screen debut as one of the lunatics who attacks Joanna.

That is some good stuff. It's been on the American Movie Channel (AMC) late nights on the weekends. It's always a good time watching these cult classics. The acting is hilarious, and the villains are outrageous. Go rent one of them! In one of the movies, (Death Wish 3 I believe) Charles Bronson attacks hoodlums with a rocket launcher. Things occur in these movies that just wouldn't be allowed today. FYI if you get bored this weekend.

Absolutely Disgusting

Bush and Saudi Prince Abdullah: Two peas in a pod.


How is this country not disgusted with itself is beyond me. What the hell is going on. We should be proud of the fact that we are a leading nation, but sickened by the way we got here. Look at these two little bitches above in the picture. I'd love to headbutt each of them right in their front teeth. With the prince, I'd probably wind up catching his nose before I got his teeth.

There was a poll in the paper today, about what citizens would like to ask President Bush if they had the chance. Majority was to ask about the war and social security. Two things that Bush obviously has no idea of what to do about. Sure, he'll feed you a bunch of ideas and optimism. But he's free to hear your ideas about social security, and how we "need to stay the course", in Iraq.

Why is it that the fact that President Bush shut down every airline flight after 9-11, except for presidential requests for Bin Laden's family members and Saudi royalty? I've heard it discussed maybe a couple times since then. Why has no one asked him the reason for that? I would love to hear the answer, wouldn't you? I'll tell you the answer you won't hear, Bush does business with terrorists and they make money together. Hey, he wants to help Americans and run our country too by the way. He is just a money grubbing pig politician at heart is all. This is the president that the heartland of America voted for.

I think the east and west coasts should start their own nations of New America. We could elect a new President. Bush recently admitted he has no control over lowering gasoline prices. This is after he met with Prince Abdullah, and the prince told him to kiss his ass. The fact is, he never had any control over the gas prices. Every time they went down or were cheap you'd might have said, "Boy the Prez is doing a good job." Meanwhile Bush is snorting lines out of Laura's bum crack.

Some female actress, by the name of Maggie Gyllenhaal made news today when she said America was "responsible in some way" for the attacks it had received on September 11th. She stars in some film where she lives in the aftermath of the attacks in New York. Obviously, this is now causing the predictable hoards of people to demand her to take back the comment. But there really is a little truth to the statement. Just because the American public is ignorant to what its government and President does to countries oversees, doesn't mean they have to be perceived by others as innocent. Ignorance to what your country is doing to other nations just shows that you are in fact, just that. Ignorant.

If you drove a car full of friends that just killed a bunch of pregnant women, does that make you innocent? You just drove the car, right? We all need to stop driving and pull over. Now.

Did I ever tell you that I think Condoleezza Rice is super hot?

Strange Thoughts and Feelings

As I laid in bed last night, I started to get upset about the fact that the bed could hold me. The feeling of being contained was bothering me, and I felt so small and inconsequential. So I slept on the floor, and that began to bother me as well. I wound up sleeping on the cold floor of the kitchen with the refrigerator vent blowing in my face. It was a good restful sleep and "A" woke me up when she hit my head with the refrigerator door when she was getting milk for her cereal.

She asked me what the hell was I doing. I told her and she laughed. What the hell is my problem? I think I felt in control because I chose to sleep on the kitchen floor. I think.

NFL Draft Recap

So my man Matt Jones went to the Jaguars in the 1st round, pick #21.

Good luck Matt, I'll be watching. Now I just want to quickly recap the rookies the Patriots picked up.

Logan Mankins: Patriots 1st round, (pick 32) - OL/6-4/307-Fresno State
- Just a beast with a panache for pancake blocks.

Ellis Hobbs: Patriots 3rd round, (pick 84) - CB/5-9/188-Iowa State
- Won't be surprised to see him be a backup CB and special teamer.

"Nick" Kaczur: Patriots 3rd round, (pick 100) - OL/6-4/319-Toledo
- I don't even know dude. Looks like Matt Light.

James Sanders:Patriots 4th round,(pick 133)-SS/5-10/207-Fresno State
- Hard worker, need depth at this position. He has a G.I. Joe collection.

Ryan Claridge: Patriots 5th round, (pick 170) - OLB/6-2/259-L.Vegas
- Hard working leader type. I like this guy, he could be on the field early.

Matt Cassel: Patriots 7th round, (pick 230) - QB/6-4/232-S. California
- College backup quarterback. Watches the O.C., and 90210 reruns.

Andy Stokes: Patriots 7th round, (pick 255) - TE/6-4/257-William Penn
- Nicknamed Mr. Irrelevant and is happy he even got drafted, as would I.

Ladies and Gentleman. Your 2005 Patriots rookie draft class.

Horrid Confessions V:



I started masturbating when I was four years old. At that time I had no idea what it was, and it fascinates me today when I realize that I was capable of orgasm at that age. It occurred by accident when I would push against the bed when I slept. One push felt good. Two pushes felt better and so on. Shortly thereafter I named the fun game "Pushing the Bed". I would climax and there would be no need for cleanup. Just the wonderful hormonal rush of endorphins.

My mother once caught me at this young age because my underwear were peaking out from the bedspread and she scolded me saying that, "If you do that, it's going to fall off!" No need to mention that she's Catholic. So that was pretty scaring to hear, especially since I didn't stop. For years after that I felt like I was in a race between keeping myself happy and loosing my manhood. I eventually got my two cousins we'll call "Tara" and "Sandra" into it and we would "Push the Bed", separately, to see who could get to climax the quickest. We eventually got caught by our parents and told that we shouldn't do that.

It wasn't until I was a little older that Dad let me know that it was okay, and that I was normal. "I do it too. All men do it.", my father tells me while we were fishing together in a boat. I was almost twelve and I had found my older brother's (who is thirteen years my senior) old Hustler stash.
"Dad? When I finish and get that feeling. Nothing comes out. Isn't something supposed to come out?", I asked my father.
"Yeah, you just got to give it time son. It will happen eventually.", Pops says.
"Well, how much comes out?", I ask trying to get as much information as to be ready for it.
My Father spits in his hand a few times, "About that much."
"Thanks Dad.", I say. Now that's a man version of the birds and bees. I may have to do that example for my own son. Just in honor of that moment.

So time went from there and so much has changed. Except for my sexual appetite. Sometimes it scares me, that I'm not sure if I'm normal; or abnormal. I masturbate at the very least once a day. I masturbate at work, I masturbate when I get home from work, I masturbate before I go to bed. "A" was in totally shock when we first moved in together. I held off for a couple of days so we could adjust to each other. Then one night before bed I just started too, and
"A" says, "Wow, I've never had a boyfriend just do it in front of me."
"I told you when we first met. I am a highly sexual guy. I really wasn't trying to be cute. There isn't a time when I am not horny." I tell wonderful "A".

That's the funny thing about "A" and I. We are total ying and yang. "A" is the type of letting the magic happen, and the candles, and the glass of wine. I'm much more extreme and raunchy. No need for details. I appreciate the way "A" likes it too. But we can be polar opposites when it comes to sex. But that's okay, we work to find a happy medium; and she feels more comfortable with my constant masturbating. "A" reminds me what normal is, or at least what I think it should be. That's why I love her.

But I am a man who went to a doctor last year because I though "A" might have given me an STD by accident, that she may not have known she had. My penis was extremely itchy, so I went to a physician and he had testing done. When the tests came back clean the doctor asked me,
"Beo, where exactly is it itchy?"
I showed him the length of my penis as being the itchy spot.
"Beo, do you masturbate often, or have you had rough intercourse.", he asks.
"Well, I masturbate everyday and the intercourse hasn't been too rough I don't think."-Beo
"Beo, what I think you have is micro tearing of the tissues in your penis. What your feeling is itchiness from the tissues healing themselves. Lay off the activity and give it some time to heal and I think you'll be fine.", the doctor finishes.

My blood is thick with testosterone. All I think about is how wonderful women are and I want to know all their secrets. Procreation is a constant urge. Women say menstruation is a horrible burden, but so is feeling immaturely horny every second. I have yet to find a woman who is my perfect sexual match because at some point it stops being about sex and becomes something more animalistic and scary. But I am a nice normal guy, that loves to kiss cute babies and hug you and watch your favorite show with you. I cook, I clean the house, I do laundry and change the kitty litter. I am everything normal, then after that, you're probably right in guessing that I'm having sex or masturbating right now.

NFL Diamond in the Ruff?

Matt Jones: "Dude, where's the car?!?!"

All hippie jokes aside, it seems to be the norm for people to be excited about this guy. He just has ridiculous attributes and raw natural athleticism. Truth be told, I hardly follow college football and the only time I take interest is when the season is over and the NFL draft is coming up. By then, when I study up and find a player I like; I regret not watching the games. This is a vicious cycle that happens every year. Someday I'll learn.

Anyways, I'll give a quick bio on this could be gem. Arkansas Razorbacks quarterback/receiver Matt Jones has been a thorn in the side of many Southeastern Conference teams during his four year career. Teams that played against the Razorbacks had a separate game plan for him, and another game plan for his team. Coaches are glad to see him leave and go to the pros. They don't want to play against him anymore.

Matt Jones has been riding around Arkansas with a shotgun placed in a holding rack in the back of his pick-up for quite some time now. He is a redneck good ole' boy type, and is said to have the same type of attitude and drive as Brett Farve. Jones worked out as a receiver at the Senior Bowl to help boost his stock come April. The question isn't whether or not he will be drafted, but at what position? ESPN has him listed at 6'6" and going about 235-240 pounds.

That is a giant of a man. At Arkansas, Jones passed for almost 6,000 yards, for 53 touchdowns. He also ran for 2,535 and 24 TD's. He is very competent athletically for his size, which is something to consider come the draft. He is also fast for his size (4.39 in the 40), and doubled as serious contributor to the Razorback basketball team as well.

Someone of his athleticism and on-field intelligence could adopt a new position at the next level without much problem. There is no easier move for a QB than to WR, and that is where Jones may end up if not out-right taken as quarterback. This is obviously a project, but a small one.

Another funny part about him, is that he is super religious. Why do guns and religion always go hand in hand? In the Razorbacks media guide, Jones noted that the person he would like to have dinner with is, "Jesus. Just to be in his presence would be awesome.".....Hahahaha. This guy is awesome. More...."I'd like to start a Christian camp out in the woods for kids of all ages some day. It would help get a lot of kids out of the city for a week or two and let them see nature."....Hahahhahah. That is so cool. I love dudes that are ultra religious and live in the woods.

One more and then I'll stop, "I've really had a lot of fun with sports over the years, especially playing college football. But as strange as it may sound, one of my greatest sports highlights was when I was playing basketball in the fifth grade and I kept begging my teacher to come to one of my games. She finally came, and I didn't play very well early in the game. But later I hit the game-winning shot, and it really meant a lot to me that she was there." Awww, that's kinda cute. This guy so reminds me of Sean Doughtie. Just a crazy white dude.

So I hope you enjoyed the highlights I sprinkled in throughout the post. I saved one more highlight that I especially like for last. This is where Matt Jones runs past two cornerbacks for 78 yards, and then almost busts his ass after he dunks the football over the goal post. I love this guy. Also, notice the size of him when the player gives him a hug at the end.

This guy is going to be nasty ladies and gentlemen. Believe me. I keep day dreaming about Matt Jones and Tim Dwight returning kicks for the Patriots, but it is just that. A dream. So to all of you that don't follow sports, I apologize. And to all those that do follow sports and know where I live. 1p.m. tomorrow and bring me free weed, I will supply the crock-pot chili and other goodies. Go Celtics!

Matt Jones - "I love you man, and Jesus does too!"
Cedric Cobbs - "Alright you crazy cracker, let go of me."

This is my Dad

The One Eared Father

Just kidding. : ) I'm really busy today between work and proofreading my English essay and assignments for tonight's class for Mr. K****. I think my work gets pissed when they catch me studying or blogging, but what can they do. All my work gets done, and done well.

There all just jealous because I'm not old and bitter yet like them. I don't exude the professionalism they do. They expect me to be just as stressed when I've told them many times this is a stepping stone position for me. They're all stressed out and they come to my desk and catch me doing homework. They ask me what I'm doing and I tell them and show them the other work that has been completed for actual work. They say nothing and walk away. Stressed out people hate to see other people happy. It makes me want to kill them and put them out of their misery. I do appreciate the job and love the staff though. They all just need a vacation. So do I for that matter.

Anyways, some quick things on the NFL. I wanted to ask if anyone knows where I can get a Michael Vick-#7 (Ron Mexico) jersey. Believe it or not I had asked "A" if it was okay if I spent the money to get it made on the NFL online site a few days after I first posted the story. Then a couple days ago I saw the news of it being banned by the NFL to produce the jersey. I would do anything to get this jersey made so long as it doesn't cost too much. I will sew the letters on myself, whatever I need to do. If you can find me a way to get this jersey I will forever be in your debt. I would sleep in that jersey. It would be the epitome of coolness. Yes I do have a girlfriend.

I am going to do a short bio on my favorite NFL prospect in the draft. The name is Matt Jones and he is going to be nasty. I wasted time and didn't post anything on him, and this morning in the paper there was a big article on him. I like to find guys that get talked about slightly, yet they are still under the radar. Steven Jackson was mine last year and he should be starting in front of Marshall faulk this year. More on Matt Jones soon.

Other things going on that will be posted soon is a new horrid confessions that will be way to revealing.

I will leave you with a fact that this weekend is going to be nasty because we have the NFL draft and a Celtics playoff game on Saturday. People will be over and laughter will be shared, this I vow.

Also, on a sadder note. I would like to announce the passing of a close friend that I would like to thank for his help and encouragement through my time in blogger world. His name was S. and his blog was A Junkyard full of False Starts. He was a whiz with computers and a really nice kid. His only wish was to find a female companion and unfortunately it never came to fruition since he closed down his blog and passed on shortly thereafter. He left some information I was told I could post as long as I would give him credit. The Vick link was one he informed me of, even though I saw it on the news. Also, we laughed together about a freak show S found on craigslist.com. A Star Wars loving, homosexual, dominatrix of some type; that scares the bejesus out of me.

Well S,.....Thank you. I shall miss you. I wish by some paranormal chance I might somehow still receive posts of your insight and e-mails of the little things you found funny.

Farewell S. Rest in peace. Negated 2005-

Giving Some Trash a Lift

Beo decided to give a white trash couple a ride since their 88" Caprice died.


It was early last Sunday afternoon and I was heading to Shaws to get "A" some iced tea so her nose would feel better, when I'm stopped at the door by a guy and girl that look strikingly similar to the two above.
"Hey man, do you know where they sell any wraps around here?" The dude said as his girlfriend looks on from a bench she is sitting on.

See, my town stopped selling rolling papers in hopes to curtail the youth from smoking the wacky tobaccy, yet they sell cigar wraps. Hmmm, sounds retarded to me; but what do I know.

"Yeah, the next town over does." I say.
"Could you give me and my girl a ride, I'll hook you up with like 10$ or some weed. You smoke? Our car just died.", the guy says.

Now normally, if it was just the guy; I definitely would have said no. But his girlfriend was extremely hot and I was interested to find out what exactly she was all about.

"Hold on, I'll be out in a minute. We'll see." I said and went and in got the iced tea.

When I came out I waved at them to come on and we got into the car with him in the front and the girl in the back. The guy who called himself Tommie talked about how he lived in my town but he was originally from Southie. Definitely not a plus, but something to be proud of nonetheless I guess. I talked about how I was taking care of "A" and I was about to get home to cook dinner and take care of the dishes until I gave them a ride. The girl, Jen in the back seat, almost went into hysterics. "You cook and clean?!?!", she says. Tommie laughs and says, "Cut it out man, you're making me look bad."

So, I ask Tommie if he wants me to pull into a gas station for the wraps and he told me to go past it to a house he wanted to stop at, which is when I realized he was undermining me to do a drug deal. I said, "Sure" and wasn't really bothered by the fact. We got to the house and he left me and Jen in the car alone while he went inside.

"God, I've been so dehydrated and now I finally have to go pee. Figures.", Jen says.
"Sorry I can't help you out with that one.", I say and she laughs.
"that's really nice you cook and clean for your girlfriend, she must be really happy." Jen says.
"Ahh, you'd be surprised. We have our moments, just like everybody." - Beo
"Yeah, I'd switch boyfriends in a heartbeat if he'd help around the house." - Jen
"What does your man do?" - Beo
"Just sells drugs and stuff since he hurt his back and has been on disability pay." - Jen
"And you work as a waitress at Applebees?" - Beo "Yup." - Jen
"Well, good for you. Sooner or later selling catches up to you." - Beo
"Hey, you wanna see pictures of our six year old son?" - Jen

I was in shock. How can a couple that isn't even equipped to live on their own, have kids? Where was the kid? What if there was an emergency? Your okay with the dad selling drugs? I had a million questions but I just looked at her pictures and oohhed and ahhhed. I was completely disgusted with her though.

Tommie gets back into the car and we drive off. He continues to ask me what I wanted in return for the ride and I just let him know it was no big deal and that it was cool. I was the same kind of white trash as them, not so long ago. Except I always respected the responsibility that comes with child birth and I've always brought my girlfriends to the family planning center if it was starting to get serious, if they hadn't already gone themselves.

So Tommie insist that I have his cell phone number just in case I ever need anything and he writes the name Rich on it. Then he takes out a handful of white pills with the numbers and letter of L642 on them. He gives me five and says, "These are 10mg Percocets. Give these to your girlfriend or you can take em'.", Tommie or Rich says.
"Thanks, are you Tommie or Rich?" I say.
"Oh yeah, my full name is Richard Thomas.", he says. I didn't know whether to laugh at him or what. "It was nice meeting you.", Jen says.

So they leave, and I get home and tell "A" the story and I was excited to try the pills when I went to check out what they really were. I advise any person wanting to try pills they've obtained from trashy people to check them first through a drug identifier web site because, like Forrest Gump said, "You never know what your gonna get." You know what the goddamn pills turned out to be. 350 mg of Tri-Buffered aspirin. Now, I gave them a ride just for the simple fact of being a good Samaritan, but if your going to give me drugs; don't be supremely white trash and give me extra strength aspirin. What a couple of trash bags.

Sunny Backyard Roll-Byes

When the train comes home
Sometimes there's no one there to meet you.
Dotted houses on the backway path
We all see everyone's backyard
A little more personal than the front.

Small tantalizing details of other lives
Not too fond of yard work.
Children stare for help.

What's going on inside those blocking walls?
What things are you hiding from us next?
What little secrets deceive us about you?
What things about life, have your children perplexed?

We see you, because the train sees where you're from
Lawn well kept and bushes trimmed
Your teenage daughter stretches for a run.

What lessons are being learned?
What nicknacks are on the shelf?
What age will your son grow to?
Would your wife be happier with someone else?

When I see you, the young sit and stare with wonder
Pool uncovered filled with future memories
Backyard children play, to the cracks of thunder
I'll come inside and watch the news
Stay for a bite; talk all night
And your house, is where I'll lay under.

Asteroid #2004-MN4

This little puppy is estimated at being 1,000 feet wide and will orbit the Earth in 2029. Depending on what is composed of will be a deciding factor on how close a return visit it will make in 2034. They want to fire a radio transponder into 2004 MN4 when it comes by the first time. That way they will be able to track it thereafter with radio frequency.

I love the fact that they don't mention in the papers that no matter what, it's in an orbit. Anything in an orbit is attracted to whatever is causing the gravitational pull. That would be you and me friend.

No need to make everyone aware of that fact in the papers because it's an obvious fact of logic that no one needs to think about.

Amen.

What in the Sam Hell was That! - (A Weekend of Oxycodone)

Tom Brady - He makes being "Metro" okay.

What a whacked out last four days. "A" went and had nasal surgery done last Thursday. She had polyps removed from her sinuses and a growth removed from her uvula. The punching bag thingy in the back of her throat. Not her vulva. Anyways, so I visited her from work on Thursday afternoon and she was all messed up. Fat lip, nose tampons, the whole shebangabang. I wanted to stay until visiting hours were over after work so I let my English teacher know the situation. This was his response in an e-mail a couple hours before the end of work on Thursday.
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>Beo: Yeah Mr. K****, I would like to miss this evenings class because a loved one is having surgery. Would that be okay with you?
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>Mr. K****: The class is essential. Think in terms of losing a letter grade from semester grade and really expending much extra time to make up for what you lose.
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>Beo: Okay, thanks.

So I went to class that evening and nothing happened that was educationally enriching. So I asked Mr. K**** why was it such a big deal to make this class. "Attendance.", he said. Real nice, your a cool guy buddy. So I took Friday off and was "A"'s official male nurse. She was fortunate to get her "friend" on Friday as well, so she was slowly turning into an injured spawn death demon from emotional hell. Not good times. We had to flush her blood clotted nostrils out. It was kinda nice since I had to take care of her. I'm a nurturer, and like to make others feel better.

Then Saturday night came and "A" was in and out of consciousness, as was I throughout, because of the oxycodones she was taking. We wound up watching, and TiVo'ing Tom Brady on Saturday Night Live. I'll tell you what, I love Tom Brady. I talked about people that you look up to and want to emulate. Tom is one of those guys for me. He is part of the reason that I went to go back to play football again. He made me feel like anything was possible again. This dude will never be able to grasp the effect he has had on people. The biggest thing is that he is a full blown "Metro", if not possibly gay. Hey, you never know. But because of him, I actually feel more comfortable with my own metrosexuality. Yeah, I guess I can be a little feminine sometimes. Sure, it can scare me that I think a kitty is cute; or I want to fly kites. But with "Metro" Tom, everything is all good.

The Saturday Night Live skits were horrendous, and Tom Brady has little to no comedic talent. Which only made it the more embarrassingly funny. Good for Tom though man, he caught a ride on the perfect American dream. Took advantage of it to the fullest, and may come out being the greatest sports story of my time. Guess whose team he plays for? Just amazing what this guy has done. To think I was actually calling for Damon Huard when Bledsoe went down. Tom is just a true and blue American dorky kid. The only thing that makes him different is that he throws a football, and the team he plays for won three Superbowl with him at quarterback. The guy isn't even 28 yet.

"A" and I, by then end of the weekend we were going for each others throat. If she got up it was to scream that something wasn't cleaned up or I hadn't done this yet. I constantly cleaned throughout the weekend. But as time goes on, things start to get dirty. Most people understand this.

"A" would say, "Brian, I asked you to clean up the kitty litter like an hour ago!"

Beo would say, "Yeah, I just cleaned the dishes. I am going to get to that okay."

"A" - "Well, you gotta keep up. Stop being a deaf retard." - me in utter shock :O

Beo - "Your acting like a psycho injured whore.", I said.

We never swear at each other, so we sat in silence in bed and ordered The Spongebob Squarepants movie On Demand. After the first half and hour we began to giggle at the movie together.

"I'm sorry I called you a whore.", I said.

"I'm sorry I called you a deaf retard.", "A" said.

"Well, at least yours was true." I laughed and said, as we hugged and watched the rest of the movie.

Pontification of the Next Alcohol Beverage

A Human Train Wreck

Robert Brown - A man trying to figure out how society works.

He has allergies, asthma, urinary track infections, drinks and drugs to excess, and has a case of STD's that would make Ron Mexico jealous. Okay, just kidding about the STD's; but he may be the most unlucky person I ever met.

He was kicked out of his parents house when he was young because they expected him to grow out of his early age love for rock and roll. Whereas Rob wound up being exceptionally talented in music and that wound up being his only love to the displeasure of his parents. So out the door he went, and he rarely hears from his parents to this day. The worst part is the fact that he has no one to turn to, which is where his friends try to come in. His music prowess is pretty boundless and, even though he sound like a psycho, he can play a soft melody just as well as he plays death metal. He has been a hardcore musician in the Boston scene that just hasn't given him a break yet.

He keeps running into the wrong women for relationships, mostly because of the scene he is always in. The hardcore shows with crazy psycho chicks, that don't amount to much. At least not yet. He wants to get into a real relationship, and move out of the apartment situation he lives in now. It's just him and another dude in a 3 room apartment, and they are currently looking for another tenant if anyone is interested. He is constantly pursuing the next automobile, because each one he gets soon or later bites the dust. His inspection sticker is out of date and when he parks on a street he puts a note under the windshield wiper blade so you can't tell.

Just a man on a collision course with Hell, which is exactly where he loves and hates to be. The is no solution for him except to help him out, like I know he'd help me, and hope that things work out with time. His last relationship, he wound up setting fire to the girls apartment, and burned it up pretty good just so he could get his immense Star Wars collection that the girl was holding ransom because of their breakup. Then he made an album dedicated to her in which he played all the instruments and did vocals in a bombed out basement with a 4 track. He named his one man band Whoremastery and one of the 4 songs is under his picture. His main band Terratism is in flux because after the summer they need to find a new drummer and Nelson Correia, their current drummer is disgustingly talented. So that will be a challenge for him in the future.

I just keep telling him to call me whenever he might be having suicidal ideation, and that my futon is open to him at any time. I love the guy. Except for the burning down the apartment thing. I let him know that bothered me. He's promised me he'd never do anything like that again. I swear the kid is a really nice kid. Good people do bad things sometimes. Just as long as it's sometimes.

If we are all God's children, why does he forget some of them?

Classic Odd Quotes III

President Bush to Bill Belichick - "Obviously you know how to coach. I am pretty impressed with the way that you handle yourself. I think some of us involved in the political arena could spend a little time getting tutelage on how to handle the mike like you do."

-also-

Robert Kraft presented Bush with a No. 1 white Patriots jersey bearing a Super Bowl XXXIX logo and the President's name stitched across the back. The owner said he hoped the President would wear the jersey with pride. Bush jokingly responded that, "It won't be on eBay, that's for sure."

All Those Faces.

Do you ever get the feeling you've seen a face before in a crowded place? Or you see someone that looks like someone you know, but just a little different? I can't wait till scientists figure out the part of the human genome that relates to the human face.

I wonder if they will come out with information that there is only a surprisingly small number of "base" faces. With that comes an unknown number of variations to each "base" by the act of fornication/procreation and the joining of genomic information.

That would explain to us the reason why we find faces so familiar. Wouldn't that be wild to see what the "base" faces look like? Would those faces turn out to be the real life Adams and Eves of our race? Or would it actually come down to Adam and Eve. Two faces that started it all just like the Bible told us so.

What if it was all from one face? Isn't the question fascinatingly scary?

Doomsday Flattery

Aftermath in Sri Lanka from the Tsunami on 12/26/2004.


I want to post something that will seem a little dark at first, but it really equates to me wanting something more in life. So many of us live an die without getting any type of satisfaction except from the things we can reflect upon from memories in our lives. Some of us never get that chance. The tsunami victims in Sri Lanka and other areas were taken away without much of a chance to fully grip the immense problem they were in. Within that lies another problem, at least for technologically developed countries. We'll start with that first.

So many people, and myself as well, are caught up on what this actress or singer is doing and what their relationship is like. I have to know what is going on is sports constantly. It lets us escape the horrible fact that we don't know what's going on, and we don't know where we're going in some ways. The ironic thing is, neither do the people we follow but we like to think they have it all under control. Then we try to emulate that, a false notion that propels us to better ourselves. It's a funny psychology a lot of people use to fill a fabricated life. I do this at times myslelf, but when it comes down to it, it's up to me or you alone. Maybe that's why we do it, so we don't have to feel alone. Why does that scare us so much, when were all trapped on the same planet. Kinda funny. Maybe it's because we want to be alone because were trapped here together in the first place. There is just an amazing amount of avenues you can stroll down on this kind of topic. But I'm getting away from the last part.

We get so self absorbed that we loose site of what the real deal is here. Mother Earth has been one very nice planet to us, and scientists have been saying it's reached it peak. Hundreds of species of plants and insects that we haven't even encountered yet are said to being going extinct daily in the Brazil rain forests. The climate is changing rapidly, causing more and more extreme weather. It supposedly looks like the Grand Canyon under the ocean of the west coast of Northern Sumatra were the 9.0 earthquake created the tsunami. 60 foot sheer cliff walls have been created and as you probably know, moved the poles of the Earth. Bostonian's know there is a fault line by us that if created an earthquake of that magnitude would create the same amount of damage, if not worse.

Asteroids cross Earths orbit at surprisingly close intervals. Missing us once a few years back by 6 hours. Didn't read about that one in your local paper did you? Wonder why? Your countries best ideas for defense have been made up in Hollywood already. The best one that I love to hold to my bosom, that makes me appreciate each and every day. The fact that the sun is in essence, burning itself out. The Sun is now halfway through its life span. It will expand (in like 5 billion years), into a red giant star. The Sun will be so big that it will engulf Mercury, while Venus will probably orbit just outside of the Sun's surface. The Earth will be scorched at this point, leaving the planet unsuitable for life. Pluto, in fact, would be the only planet suitable for any life in the solar system. It is far off, but it is our ultimate end. We do a fine job of killing ourselves anyways, so I wouldn't worry much. We're an aggressive species and might be able to get the job done before then. I wonder how many people are ignorant to how cherished and special their life really is. Instead of worrying what everyone that has nothing to do with them is doing. Okay, Last part.

I have this morbid envy towards the people that are lost in memorable events. They will be remembered forever and mourned for decades. We should all be this lucky......Well on second thought, if that was true there would be no one to remember it. My point is, most of us will continue our DNA heritage through child birth. That's all well and good, but as we all know, the only ones that really remember our dear and near grandma and grandpa is our individual families.

I hate to say it but I would like the world to end during my life cycle. It's self centered and foolish, but not when you try to rationalize it. It would be the utmost flattery. Like being alive to see the Red Sox win the series. Which I popped a bottle of Andre with my close friends when it happened, and poured it into plastic cups for everyone. Classy, I know. But what a feeling, (barring nuclear war), of having an E.L.E. and for whatever the duration of time we had, we got to reflect on the world as a whole and our individual lives. A collective pat on the human races back and accepting that we did the best we could with the time we had and collectively reflect, and maybe get the attitude adjustment we so sorely need.

If not that, I want to be apart of something that will live on forever. Just so I can say, "Hey, I was here. Maybe at the wrong place or the wrong time. But I was a part of it all and wound up being a part of history." Rather than just being surrounded by family that love me dearly, but are secretly wishing for me to pass on so I won't be in misery or pain. Do you know what I mean? I just don't want to flicker out. At least not now. It could change with time though. Just like everything else.

A Shanty Called Shawmut

The train shakes me awake.
A straggle of late night faces and I.
The paper rests on the floor from my hands.
Eyes open to see Fields Corner concourse.

What and where am I?
A childlike anxiety takes a quick hold.
Not wanting to ask questions of strangers,
who could possibly get stranger.
When you're lost, the next stop is always the longest.

I step off at Shawmut hoping to find both an outbound and inbound.
I'm hit with a thick mildew smell,
like a family lived there to long and grew into it.
The stairs to cross over to inbound are crumbling.

I sit and stare down the tunnel and listen to the young and arrogant.
Among the constant hard splats of water dripping from the ceiling.
Fireproofing hanging from the beams, and the supports.
A place that seems utterly forgotten in a day that has grown long and old.

The tunnel is foul and endless.
I stare blankly wondering if in my dream I was walking down that track.
A track that supports more of what it is itself.

Kung-Fu Theater Memoirs (circa. 1970's-80's)

The age of four was when my earliest memories were formed. These are also the most vibrant and emotional memories as I can actually fall back and feel what it was like in the beginning. Not for any long duration of time or something to that effect. But brief flashes of emotion of wonder, freedom, and happiness. The only thing that was needed of any of us back then was to have fun, and not to misbehave.

So back then when the grass was green and warm from the sun, and the kiddie pool in the backyard was as fun to empty as is way to fill with the garden hose. The fam lived on the second floor of a three story apartment building. Helping a younger version of my father shovel the driveway and me diving into the snow banks he created. He would laugh at what a simpleton his son was, then after some enticing, would jump in along with him.

My Mother was, and is a stay at home wife. It was actually really nice to have her with me daily, although I did find the need to create a couple make believe friends. Gardner and Squealer. They lived for exactly what their names purport. Gardner planted fruits and vegetables in all the rooms in the apartment. Tomatoes in the bathroom, green peppers and apples in the living room. Squealer always tattled on every little mistake and bad thing Gardner would do. I'm sure a psychologist could have a field day with this one.

So me and my make believe friends were playing one day, and after one of my Mother's shows I heard drums beating, and flutes playing, and an oriental woman singing. Then, men meeting in a barren land for a standoff. Impossible feats of strength and cartoonist like gore took hold of the screen and my full on attention. This was Kung-fu theater. My friends and I sat down and watched the hour long program on WSBK TV 38 each afternoon. This was the same channel that brought us King Kong in 3-D, provided you bought the T.V. guide that supplied the flimsy glasses.

From there on it I was hooked and watched the seemingly same stories occur. But the style in which the fighters held themselves, plus the different fighting styles they had to learn, emulated what I wanted from life. Body control, discipline, and sex appeal. I learned the Snake and Crane in the living room. Boulder Fist in the backyard. Internal Zen at night to harness the most from sleep. I became a fan then and took Tae Kwon Do for three years and got to an orange belt before I started experimenting with toxicants and had to step out in honour of the art. From the DNZ to the old Jackie Chan flicks when he was twenty. Laughing Hyena is a must have.

To insane hand slaps, courage and honor gained, and mouths spitting blood. Kung-Fu Theater.

Mike Vick...aka... Ron Mexico?

Ron Mexico?!?!....What a great porn star name!

So Michael Vick is being sued by Sonya Elliot a 26-year-old health care worker for giving her the Herpes Simplex 2 virus. She allegedly confronted the Atlanta Falcons star who is 24 years of age, about her condition. "I've got something to tell you. I've got it!"

Michael apologized profusely and Elliot's lawsuit alleges that Vick has used the name "Ron Mexico" and, in a related court filing, her lawyers are seeking Vick's admission that he used the "Mexico" alias--and perhaps other fake names--"for the purpose of herpes testing and/or treatment."

At least he gives his brother a little slack by doing this. By the way, I still think Michael Vick is the second coming for football. He will win a superbowl someday, (provided he survives long enough).

Fever Poop

Jimmy Fallon - "I had to do a lot of good acting." - when asked how he felt about playing a Red Sox fan when he really loves the Yankees.

I didn't have a problem with Jimmy Fallon until I read this in the newspapers this morning. He is such a fake piece of crap. Watching him flip-flop around so no one can hate him is absolutely disgusting.

I never thought of him as a real baseball fan and I was one of the people sickened by him jumping around with the players when they won the World Series. A moment that was waited for by people much older than myself, forced to watch a struggling actor and Drew Barrymore jump around like they were sincerely apart of a wonderful trip, when a million other people really deserved to be out there. A special moment shared by a community free of charge that now with the opening of Fever Poop will not be free. They turn and make a buck on a memory and don't even interpret the real story of Fever Pitch correctly. It's such an f-ing farce.

Fallon! You suck dude. How long can you act like a stupid college stoner kid for. You gonna play that role when your 45. Saturday Night Live sucks. The movie where you're a taxi driver for Queen Latifa and she punks you the whole movie, I heard you sucked in that too. Get a life dude. I bet you wouldn't mind giving oral copulation to a male Bostonian and New Yorker simultaneously if it meant your movie would produce profit over the budget. You made me sick talking with a Boston accent and practically crowd surfing with the fans in the Red Sox post game show. Hoping to get some good footage or maybe some cool extra DVD scenes to suck money out of my town. Your a panty wearing bitch. Sorry for the language.

Anyways for reasons that are futile I found a website this morning to boycott the movie from having the opening premier here in Boston. Why? I don't know, there really is too many sheep here that just want to go to relive the ride from last year. I won't be one of them.
-I will see it when it hits cable though.

The Experiment is Over.

At 9:45am I retrieved the Smart Pill while at work. I should have asked them to do it on a Friday.

All is well though, and it is a relief that there is no longer a foreign object in my body. It was pretty easy though, except for marking my activities up until now. I had to press a button on the receiver every time I did pretty much anything. I would also log it in on a book.

The retrieval process was pretty gruesome, but at least I realize what a healthy guy I am. I am bringing back the pill and the monitor in a moment and shall be paid handsomely. I will leave you will and e-mail I just got from "A" sent moments ago.
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>Beo: I got the pill. All gone. : )
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>"A": That's s the most expensive dupa you've ever taken. Ha ha ha....
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>Beo: My dupers are worth their weight, yes indeed. : ) We should start selling them on E-Bay
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>"A": Ewww....ha ha.

Brown Baggin' It

So I have completed the research study today. It was pretty hellacious . I sat down and had to talk with complete strangers about my bowel movements, but in these settings I thrive. When do you really get to talk to people about your feces. Never is probably your answer, that's why I enjoyed it. I think they did too.

I sat down and after some technical issues with the pill we were ready to start. There were three attractive young ladies and Jeff a radiologist that grew up in New York and is a Yankees fan. How unfortunate. I told him after being chummy with him for four or five hours, that if we were at a bar and had had a couple drinks I would probably wind up wrestling him at some point. He laughed and I did too. I asked him when did he think Randy Johnson was going to grow back the mullet.

We started off at 9am with me swallowing a large plastic pill. Then I ate the two slices of wheat bread with jelly, and some Eggbeaters in a cup. I ate the bread and then the eggs and was told that the eggs had the isotopes, not the jelly. Okay, that was different then what I heard before. I was told the jelly had the isotopes but who's counting now anyways. I was in now whether I liked it or not. The egg was disgusting, especially since if I am eating egg I like salsa or something on it. I had 1/4 cup of water and we were off. I had a monitor attached around my chest that gauged pressure, and acidic levels in my G.I. Jeff had to check the progression of the isotopes (which hopefully had the pill in it) with a machine that picked up the visual of it. We did this every 25 minutes up until 1:30pm. I was also told that I couldn't go to the bathroom until 1:30pm. I at least got to play Madden 2005 on a laptop they had until that time. Then when we finished at 1:30pm I said goodbye to Jeff and told him I hoped A-Rod didn't catch gonorrhea of the mouth at some point during the season.

I headed over to a different office with the three young ladies and for the rest of the day I had to let them know when I had to go number 2. This might have been the strangest part of the day, because whenever I told them I had to go they would smile and say, "What's the readout on your monitor?" So I would lift up my shirt and they would jot down the levels and time and then say, "Okay, you can go to the bathroom. Good luck." I would walk out and I would be smiling and say, "Thank you.", and they would smile back.

At 5pm they said I was all finished and they gave me gloves and zip-lock baggies and said, "Your going to want to poop in the bag, seal it and then smoosh it to see if you can find the pill."
"Okay, thanks a lot and I'll see you tomorrow with the pill from my stool." Just kidding, I said I'd see them tomorrow and thank you. These girls were like right out of college though, and two of them admitted this was there first research study they've worked on. There was just weird vibes abound in the room, but it was fun. Now hopefully I can find this pill tonight or it's the exacto knife for me.

The Children Are Looking for a Way Out.

Jeffrey Weise:"You're hypnotized by this place, all of you. It's so bright and neatly wrapped that you don't see it's a prison too."
- quote from his white owl thread. Self made flash provided by newgrounds.com.

I don't intend to glorify what Jeffrey did. Yet, I want to point out the facts that brought it all together. The fact is, that this young man's father committed suicide in 1997. Then he looses his mother who was an alcoholic to a car accident as a result of drinking and driving that caused her brain damage where she was forced to reside in nursing home in 2005. He was forced to move back to the reservation after the accident happened. Forced to live with his grandfather and his girlfriend he attended Red Lake Minn. High School. He was lost and in a considerable amount of turmoil and pain to be sure.

We all know or, are in the process of experiencing the trials and tribulations of adolescence in a High School. Fitting in is difficult for most, impossible for some. This kid had friends. Girls said he was the type of guy that "would share his feelings, where most guys act macho" and "he really cared about the friends that were close to him." His friends say he "was a good person." The world Jeffrey lived in, he decided was bad.

The incident apparently began at home in the afternoon on March 21 2005 on a sunny and warm day, after trying for 4 days to starve himself to death (and realized it wasn't working) when Weise allegedly killed his 58-year-old grandfather and Lussier's 32-year-old companion, Michelle Sigana. He was at home because of his antisocial behavior had led to his removal from school and placement in a home tutoring program. His grandfather worked for the Red Lake police department and had the cache of weapons and ammo Jeffrey wanted. The police see this as the only motive for their killings. Weise then drove a truck believed to be his grandfather's, to the school, propelling it into the building. Weise is said to have used two handguns and a shotgun to commit the shootings. He was also wearing a reservation police issued bulletproof vest likely taken from the stolen reservation police patrol vehicle. He first fired what appeared to be warning shots when entered the school. Derrick Brun a 28 year old security guard that seemed unfazed by the warning shots, stood up in front of Weise and was shot at point blank range. Jeffrey than continued shooting down the school hallways.

He then went to enter the room of teacher Mrs. Neva Wynkoop-Rogers age 62. After she had locked the door, Jeffrey shot the glass panel out and opened the door from the outside. Classmates say she said, "God watch over us, Jeff is going to kill me! Jeff is going to shoot me!" Jeffrey shot her and then asked a classmate, "Do you believe in God?", which he answered, "No." Jeffrey than spared that student and turned to five more students that were huddled on the floor (Thurlene Stillday (15), Chase Lussier (15), Chanelle Rosebear (15), Alicia White (14), Dewayne Lewis (15)) and shot them were they lay. He went to continue the horror when he left the room and was met by police firing at him. He returned fire and entered the classroom again where he put a revolver in his mouth and shot upward.

A peculiar thing was that Jeffrey was a admirer of the Nazi regime. He had proclaimed himself as a "Native American stoner going nowhere." Maybe his youth made him naive to the Nazi's intent. Or maybe he just respected the rule of an iron fist that in his mind, would put things in order. Could be that he was just a mixed up kid in an America that is getting way out of hand when it comes to gun control and religion. Maybe the media plays a roll in the millions of outlets that not only allows us to have great minds and knowledge, but horrible copycat crimes for the desperate and left behind.

What has happened is a media spin created to depict him as a horrible monster. Others will quietly remember him as a good person, but never mention the fact now because of the suffering of the dead and injured. You know what I'm sure of? He was a lot of both. A monster, a caring human being, and someone feeling like this can't be what it's all about. Now there will be more politics, and grandstanding, and metal detectors, heat vision. When the problem lies deeper within many little problems. Death by gun inflicted wounds occurs at a staggering rate daily in the United States. We are the poster child for why guns should be restricted to amount and individual need. Children will fall through the cracks, but this seems like an extreme case where someone must have had a chance to help this young man find another way. He is just another good kid, that decided to find his own freedom. There are plenty more lost children being born, and my future children will have to share a classroom with them. When do we solve the real problem?

The Collapse of Catholicism?

Pope John Paul II : Will he leave us with any final wisdom?

With the Pope nearing an end sadly, do you think he might have prepared a statement that would express his ultimate desire for the world to consider? Does he really have any Nostradamus like prophecies to unleash? What does he truthfully think of his legacy?

Unfortunately, I think it is going to be more of a sad silence to an end. Rather than having one of the most influential people giving warning or encouragement before he passes. Maybe that's just the disgusting Hollywood American ending I would expect. Even with that said, don't you think these things should be asked or answered. Maybe they will, hopefully they won't need to be and the Pope will make it through again. Either way, this is the most the Pope ever said about the horrible uncovering of priest molestation issues around the globe.

"We are personally and profoundly afflicted by the sins of some of our brothers who have betrayed the grace of Ordination in succumbing even to the most grievous forms of the mysterium iniquitatis at work in the world. Grave scandal is caused, with the result that a dark shadow of suspicion is cast over all the other fine priests who perform their ministry with honesty and integrity and often with heroic self-sacrifice.".........That's it.

The Pope always generalizes. How do you succumb to molesting children? They didn't do anything. You cause an act of criminality when you do that. Am I missing something? God bless religion. All the myths of the Pope knowing the end of the world, I have this little Santa Clause feeling that he'll unleash something. That would really be unbelievable. That would make all non-practitioners really step back and ask themselves, "What have I done?" Catholics will tell you that you shouldn't need to hear any of that if you want to truly believe. Their right, I guess.

What is the Pope thinking about in his bed as he reflects. (give this time to load or save it to your desktop. It's a .mov and a must have.) When he started with the archdiocese it was strong and powerful, with occasional ups and down. Then in the last few years, former children that have now grown out of their fears have come forth to uncover the years of child molestation that plagued the church. Bernard Cardinal Law being the first kick of out of his own church for knowingly concealing evidence of practicing priest molesting children right in my state. Yet, a blind eye was turned by all in the church. Was the eyes of the Pope closed as well? Is he thinking of that now? Would he like to say anything further? What about the bankruptcy and church closings that are now occurring. Does he want to write down how he feels? How things should change?

Now there is talk of a new fracturing of Catholicism. People will branch into new religions, forced by local catholic churches closing. Any time you have a congregation of people you get a mob mentality that occurs. Everyone begins to exhibit a central emotion and that can be a very strong thing. The Pope is the closest thing to heaven for some people with the masses that come to hear him speak. That always kind of freaks me out. People crying when he talks and caring so much about a person they will never really know.

I believe in "God". It just doesn't need a name or a face for me. I know something special made us all. I just expect if or when I meet it, it will be unlike anything I could ever imagine. Something that will make you want to laugh, cry, scream, and wonder all at the same time. I just need to be the very best person I can be. The air I breath is my congregation, because you breath it too. So we are always together.

Unfortunately, I was just told the Pope passed away. Sadly, the newscaster had nothing else to say.

Classic Odd Quotes II

V - from Flipflops, Socks, and Sweatpants was caught with a moronic quote coming out of his face.


So V and another friend came over to Beo's apartment to watch some of the C's game I think, and we decided to incinerate matter as a form to get THC into our bloodstream. After a moment of brief incoherent conversation I ordered V to get me a glass of water and that he should make this happen quick. As my mouth was turning into a fibrous sandpaper tissue material. V treats people with respect most of the time and doesn't appreciate being ordered to do something, and that's exactly why I do it.

So the other friend and I our joking about something on the T.V. and V walks over to the kitchen counter with a full jug of BRITA water from my refrigerator in front of his chest and ask my friend and I on the couch in the living room, "Hey, do you have any water?"..........................? It caught me so off guard the only comprehendible statement I could come up with was, "No, we don't have any."........................ So V says something like, "oh, never mind." and begins looking for cups.

The other friend looks over and asks me, "Did he just ask you for water?"

I smile and say, "I think he did." So I start to laugh and the friend says, "Hey, V why don't you go check the toilet I think there's some water in there buddy."

The muscle cramping laughter ensues and imitations of the moment was done by all (except V because he didn't find it that funny) throughout the rest of the night. During any commercials someone would lift any type of beverage and ask someone, "Hey, do you have any water." Good times. The thing is, V is a pretty intelligent person. So to catch him with something like that is great for ribbing him about it for months. He takes it well though. In his defense he meant to ask where the cups were in the cupboards when he asked where the water was. It doesn't matter though.

He is actually in Pittsburgh today to see if he likes a college he's been excepted to for a scholarship. He has a choice of either doing that, or he wants to go to Football Industries MBA program at the University of Liverpool. That's a soccer school I think. This is a kid that sits on his ass all day and watches sports and smokes Newports all day. Gross. He's a good kid though.

That makes him intelligent, I think?

Oh yeah, Chris McInerny knocked out the guy from Pueblo after a minute something in the first round. It wasn't televised though. Here's a piece from the Boston Herald below.

A minute into their fight, cruiser Chris McInerny (2-0) ripped into William Hernandez with a picture-perfect left to the jaw that left his Providence opponent down and out. Hernandez, who was making his pro debut, was counted out at 1:06. - By George Kimball, Saturday, April 2, 2005 - Boston Herald. What happened to Ray Encinias?!?!?!

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