With TV Came Happiness

You gots to click yo see the baby writing. Yo? Let’s just say it dont make no sense. Stop fishing on me dirty bitch!

So I watched a marathon of The Omen 1-3 and Rosemary’s Baby the entire day. Question: Why is it that I want the good guy to win when the Antichrist is a baby or teenager but want the Antichrist to win when he is an adult? Is it because children such and they shouldn’t win at things? Do i feel bad for mothers raising monsters? Or is it because Sam Neill was fucking hot back in the 80s? Or is it the fact that there are a ton of baby killings in the 3rd film? Good News Bible right there. Ironing a baby? Just look at that thing above and the thing below. Which would you root for? Certainly not that little turd above.The ending of 3 makes me cry. Jesus wins. Who ordained that shit? An Armageddon never happened! We missed out on all the fun. Lame!

Rosemary’s Baby kicks so much ass it should be its own state? Just don’t leave it on when you are sleeping. Your dreams get a bit weird and when Rosie starts screaming you wake up. Its always interesting to hear screaming when you wake. Rise and shine aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee.

So Ive been damn far behind due to buying one of those gay colorful IPOD nanos last Friday. I bought and orange one, fully planning on getting a green one beforehand. Unfortunately poor orange was loved by no one and there were tons of those monkeys left over. So i felt sad for the turds and bought one, like the ugliest orphan is passed over by the WASPY families, til some freak family gets the shit remains. Some children are shit remains.

I have 300 damn CDs to put on this orange feces and I’m going through ever CD picking the songs I want. SO its been like 24 hours worth of this and I’m 2/3 of the way done. Save me from myself.

I bought some Itunes shit as well because I’m a jackass. Jeepers Its the Creeper. Booyah to that. I bought the greatest episode of  Scooby Doo ever. With this character in it and the song “I’m In Love With An Ostrich.” What the foofity? That’s right. That’s a curse word. Foofity. Look at this dude. Giant eye, sideways hair, fancy dress. If Virginia allowed gay marriages, I’d be so in that.  I also bought a lot of songs by that band ELO. The one that has all of the songs that you know but don’t know who sings them. So here is one of my favs by them hos.

The beauty that is It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia has arrive back upon our fair screens today. As usual it was shit boxingly perfect. One hour of cannibalism, tapeworms, necrophilia, yogurt in asses, balls in mouths, car exploding, water boarding fun. What more can one ask for? I’m ready to birth IASIP’s babies. Deformities I bet.

This fellow is from a fake public access show within a show. The reals show is on FX at 10:00-11:00 on Thursdays. Peep. Get it together you mother fuckers.

Popjustice is rife with classy tunes that I want to own currently. Pansexual orgy if you please with the following artists:

V. V. Brown. Crying Blood. Yum. I like spasmy movements and her voice is just perfect and oldiesish and just awesome. Crying Blood? A fucked up name so I appreciate it all the morer. I want this album now! Cheesy exclamation.

Ladyhawke. Paris is Burning. I love this shit like a fat kid is ambivalent towards cake. She is a Kiwi which means she is a bird and fruit. Much like me. I am a kestrel/guava if you cared. Album out Sept. 22.

The Saturdays. Up. I’m not so sure about The Saturdays but I may like them, may hate them. No I love them. Redhead is about my age whilst the others are born in like 87-89. Eeek. Disparity. Oh well, I love redheads so I guess I will have delusional camaraderie. And her name is Una so what’s not to love?

I mean the Devil has returned. I’ve finally managed to beat this whole blood/Perocet/ass cauterizing situation and am back ready to eat some souls and lick some holes. Yuck. Meantimes, I became bored and after a while, TV made me nuts because the Percocet made me very irritable and yell at the television whenever there was a misunderstanding storyline. Rageahol. I couldn’t read real books because the brain would hurt so I read a lot of Asterix comics. That little sprightly ass from France who wouldn’t take shit from those Romans and stuff happened. Get with it Romans, you cant beat a midget. The first comics were great and then the writer died and the quality artist took over as a very non quality writer. I will speak with as much vagueness as possible. Geriatrix and his slut bride are some top side characters as can be seen below. Nothing like the cantankerous and the gold diggers.

Front to back. In to out. Clockwise from bottom right, because. Duid Getafix gets stoned whilst Obelix and Asterix get ready from some fight or something. Asterix and a camel get tired while Obelix carries said camel with Dogmatix on said camel. Obelix and Dogmatix laugh as Asterix’s sexual situation with some lady. Geriatrix hurls his abuse at his nameless wife.

Brought to me by Rene Goscinny and Albert Uderzo.

I’ll be out of commission for a few days what with surgery and the good ol’ pain and being high on pain killers for the time being. This rabbit has the same thoughts as I do currently. Ready to murder children. The picture of Vertigo is how my body feels at the moment. But it ain’t in my head but my bottom. Stabbing pain and slightly concussed. Zonk! Oww!

Beefstick pulled out a twofer tonight, winning her second MF challenge in a row. She also pulled out her actual nickname, the Leannimal which doesn’t have quite the ring to it that Beefstick does. Anyways. As always, I was right all along and shes the best damn thing around. Bravo provides BS’s pictures brought to you heretofore now included approximately immediately there obituary. That obituary would be for poor Lethuface cut before her time. We’re sending out love down the well.

Three Cheers for Beefstick! Harararar. Do look at the lady on the far right.

4. Beaker. The better half of the pairing of Bunsen and Beaker. He’s escaped the shadow and joined the greatest trio of singers to grace the earth. Once just an assistant who constantly got the shaft. And the gun. And the dynamite. And the lightning. Here comes the singing.

Tomorrow is the best day of the week (besides recent Saturdays). Comicses.

This weeks I getting Marvel Apes, a stupid great looking series where every character is a monkey. X-Men Manifest Destiny rears its head as well which sees lesbo Karma kicking some ass. The best coming out is Fables. It’s the big deal. The pinnacle of about 6 or 7 years of storytelling. The war to end all wars. Or start. Who knows.

Other tales. Eternals 4, The Twelve 1/2, Manhunter 34, and Ms Marvel Annual.