Ok so I fell off a bus

On the 23rd of April and got depressed. It tings a bit but I should be over it!

Baby!

Oh yea, Bob Peck, because I want to see if anyone else blogs about him

Watching Slipstream

Ben Kingsley's dying. YAY!

Bob Peck obsession continues unabated. If you could read the hundreds of Blogs I have, you'd know the whole story. Peck died, in 1999, but in the late 90s, he made a lot of movies. Probably he did them to make money because he knew he was dying and wanted to provide for his family.

None of which explains my crushing on a dead man. I think I'm dying. I also think I'm sinking into a depression. I fell off a bus last Saturday. My left side still hurts like a mother fucker. What the hell is a bruised lung?

This time though, I won't tell anyone. I'm surrounded by mountains. There's a desert I can walk out into. No one will save me. Not even myself. Curious how I'm beginning to watch from the outside.

Lotta lichen going on

Yes, I went. Am nursing a bruising swelling on my left face. I thought it was an abscessed tooth, but it migrated to the space before the curve of my jaw. And a swollen left cheek. My left side feels more pain than my right ever does. The big baby.

Loved Apache Junction and the Trail. As did UB.


I am downloading Jurassic Park 2: The Lost World. #1 is my favorite background noise. I am actively trying NOT to turn on the TV. Or go to bed.

Hopefully this will all lead to a renewed vigor as to Snaketown, because I am so confident about what happens on the Apache Trail.

I'm beginning to become addicted.

To both Disappeared on You Tube and NCIS marathons on USA.

I'm also eating too much and sleeping too much. Le sigh. I WILL GO TO APACHE JUNCTION! I hope

Naked Frankenstein

I've been searching for pics of Frankenstein's penis on the internet, but none has popped up.

Found this interesting post:
Madame Arcati Love the squirrel reference.

Of course DeNiro showed his penis in Kenneth Branaugh's Frankenstein. It looked like Mr Microphone



Pity I have no readers to point me in the right direction.

I should comment

but I've been busy. The hotel made me a deal on long term residency, so I've moved in. Got some of my jewels from the storage. Monday, I go for dentures. Ripping my rotten teefs outa my mouth. Sounds attractive don't it.


Happy to be home.

Is this jet lag?

I've been up since 3 am. I am trying to make it to at least 8 pm. It's 7:24 p and I can barely type. Hate to keep deleting, but this wouldn't make a damn bit of sense if I just left it.

Couldn't go to Steampunk Con because I didn't book the shuttle... didn't even know I was supposed to. But I have sunburn from the zoo trip with Julie on Weds so another day out of the sun was a better idea.

Ok, it's not working. Thirty one minutes to go