1. Cut a Hole in the Box
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2157 Hours
You got the touch!
You got the powerrrrr!
Written by Stanley Bush, delivered from the lips to the world by Dirk Diggler, who had to fight off Scotty at Jack Horner’s New Year’s bash, the words were meant for me and me alone, right? My caged awesomeness is on the verge of being forced on the world like Duke lacrosse players on strippers. Are you ready? Tough!
I have no idea where that came from. The words just spewed from my brain to the keyboards. But world domination is in sight. As of right now, I have a couple of video projects coming up that could put us on the map until “On The Road: Battle River Style” starts production in early spring (Is that a good name for that movie? I just thought it up while I was typing it in during the first trailer. Thoughts on that are appreciated.) Of course I’ll keep the world posted with updates.
But right now, I’m just out and about keeping the writing skills sharp. Though they’re not as witty and funny as they sound in my head, you will read them and enjoy them. I SAID ENJOY THEM!
It’s been over a month since my last real post on my blogs due to time. But since then I’ve taken a lot of time off the past 2 weeks to get recharged and refreshed so I can be ready for whatever Hell throws my way. We are living in Hell… you know that, right? Let’s see… since December, we’ve had quite possibly one of the greatest hosting jobs in the history of Saturday Night Live by (who woulda thunk it?) Justin Timberlake. “(Expletive) in a Box” has to be the coolest/funniest song of all-time. It sounds just like the kind of jams from the early 90s (Jodeci, Keith Sweat, R. Kelly, Silk, H-Town style). If it were on iTunes, I’d buy it. But it’s not so I had to by the whole episode for $1.99, which isn’t so bad. 3. MAKE HER OPEN THE BOX! And who doesn’t love “The Barry Gibb Talk Show?”
Is it me, or is Christmas getting worse and worse every year?
19 months without one single drink of alcohol. I’m just saying… it hasn't been mentioned in a while.
Count me in on Red Lake’s “Biggest Loser” competition. You’re all going down, fat Red Lakers!
With me confronting my own mortality recently, as I said earlier, nothing made me consider the fact that I could have been asked to leave this awesome party we call life. No, I don’t think I’m ready to die, that’s ridiculous. But while I was sitting in the hospital staying over night for the first time ever (30 years, 10 months and few days without ONE single hospital stay ruined over heartburn!), the one thing that got to me was none other than Duane “Dog” Chapman. It was the one where he was put in jail over the Max Factor guy and was on the verge of giving up his lifestyle as a bounty hunter. He wasn’t sure he wanted to do it anymore even if he could. So the pastor guy told him that that’s what he was put on Earth to do, with all the God talk and stuff. I can’t explain it, I started thinking about my life and what the hell I’m supposed to do, then the whole health/heart thing had me thinking hard about everything; my wife, kids, parents, nephews, nieces, sisters… what was my purpose in life? If I was hit by a truck, dying in the ditch and I had one song to sing to let God know about… WAIT! That’s “Walk The Line!” But anyway, it was something like that. So here I am, ready to take over the world, one video production at a time. Well, at least get paid for some video production. BACK STAGE AT THE VMAs!
2157 Hours
You got the touch!
You got the powerrrrr!
Written by Stanley Bush, delivered from the lips to the world by Dirk Diggler, who had to fight off Scotty at Jack Horner’s New Year’s bash, the words were meant for me and me alone, right? My caged awesomeness is on the verge of being forced on the world like Duke lacrosse players on strippers. Are you ready? Tough!
I have no idea where that came from. The words just spewed from my brain to the keyboards. But world domination is in sight. As of right now, I have a couple of video projects coming up that could put us on the map until “On The Road: Battle River Style” starts production in early spring (Is that a good name for that movie? I just thought it up while I was typing it in during the first trailer. Thoughts on that are appreciated.) Of course I’ll keep the world posted with updates.
But right now, I’m just out and about keeping the writing skills sharp. Though they’re not as witty and funny as they sound in my head, you will read them and enjoy them. I SAID ENJOY THEM!
It’s been over a month since my last real post on my blogs due to time. But since then I’ve taken a lot of time off the past 2 weeks to get recharged and refreshed so I can be ready for whatever Hell throws my way. We are living in Hell… you know that, right? Let’s see… since December, we’ve had quite possibly one of the greatest hosting jobs in the history of Saturday Night Live by (who woulda thunk it?) Justin Timberlake. “(Expletive) in a Box” has to be the coolest/funniest song of all-time. It sounds just like the kind of jams from the early 90s (Jodeci, Keith Sweat, R. Kelly, Silk, H-Town style). If it were on iTunes, I’d buy it. But it’s not so I had to by the whole episode for $1.99, which isn’t so bad. 3. MAKE HER OPEN THE BOX! And who doesn’t love “The Barry Gibb Talk Show?”
Is it me, or is Christmas getting worse and worse every year?
19 months without one single drink of alcohol. I’m just saying… it hasn't been mentioned in a while.
Count me in on Red Lake’s “Biggest Loser” competition. You’re all going down, fat Red Lakers!
With me confronting my own mortality recently, as I said earlier, nothing made me consider the fact that I could have been asked to leave this awesome party we call life. No, I don’t think I’m ready to die, that’s ridiculous. But while I was sitting in the hospital staying over night for the first time ever (30 years, 10 months and few days without ONE single hospital stay ruined over heartburn!), the one thing that got to me was none other than Duane “Dog” Chapman. It was the one where he was put in jail over the Max Factor guy and was on the verge of giving up his lifestyle as a bounty hunter. He wasn’t sure he wanted to do it anymore even if he could. So the pastor guy told him that that’s what he was put on Earth to do, with all the God talk and stuff. I can’t explain it, I started thinking about my life and what the hell I’m supposed to do, then the whole health/heart thing had me thinking hard about everything; my wife, kids, parents, nephews, nieces, sisters… what was my purpose in life? If I was hit by a truck, dying in the ditch and I had one song to sing to let God know about… WAIT! That’s “Walk The Line!” But anyway, it was something like that. So here I am, ready to take over the world, one video production at a time. Well, at least get paid for some video production. BACK STAGE AT THE VMAs!
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