In order to avoid a ghostly figure in the road, high school senior Brent Mitchell wraps his car around a tree, killing his father. Constantly confronted by his mother's emotional collapse after the accident, Brent escapes into a marijuana fueled world of loud metal music to block the pain and guilt. Dejected and out of sorts, he has a shot at happiness with his girlfriend Holly, a grounded, caring girl with drop dead good looks, a dream date for the high school prom. But his plans are thwarted by a disturbing series of events that take place under a mirrored disco ball, involving pink satin, glitter, syringes, nails, power drills and a secret admirer. Brent has become the prom king at a macabre, sadistic event where he is the entertainment.
Greetings and salutations my friend John have I got a treat for you. I have lots of material from our trip to San Antonio last weekend. And believe it or not there are lots of things happening right here at home this weekend that I'm sure you would like to see. One word about this movie, it is one of the most demented movies I have ever seen. I did like the song by Casey Chambers. I have included a YouTube link. The Australians are some sick sons of benches.
It is a quarter past new on Saturday morning… Make that Saturday afternoon. I spent the morning in my lab working with paint. I am just learning how to use paint. I don't have to be good I just have to try.
I'm downloading the Young and the restless for Cheryl to watch. She has time before she goes to get our taxes done at three this afternoon.
The youngest is playing video games. The Elvis is still sleeping. When the eldest wakes up they have yard work to do. It's a jungle out there man.
I made egg sandwiches for head and the youngest. I made myself a frozen pizza. I doctored it up with extra cheese, pepperoni, tomato, jalapeno pepper, and to top it off a how the narrow pepper very hot.
Africa is my pizza I'm down for a nap.
The micro spin the day with my head pulled back in my shell…
I'm going to be moving all grow moving on keep on trucking mother trucker. Now some pics from last weekend…
Weekend started out on a bad note. Soon as we got there a dog fight broke out. This is Pinto and his sister.
Mrs. had her mom and her sister. There were two reasons for the trip. To celebrate heads dad's birthday. And to watch our nephew play baseball.
Her brother made the trip and he never makes the trip. It is the most I've seen of this brother ever. We had a good time.
When my niece arrived there were hugs all around
We had pizza in the backyard…
When my nephew arrived there were hugs all around…
When I talk people listen. Those are my Sunday pants, they are holy
And this is the birthday boy, 81 years young.
The youngest and his uncle from the old been around… Being… Okay I will just call it a ball.
We played horseshoes until my fingers got wrong. At one point we were told that our clothes back on but that's a story for another day.
You can't watch a baseball game without sunflower seeds
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Real ballplayers have their names on their shoes On the way back we stopped by my parents house for lunch. They live in Austin.
In a seedy bar in a town ravaged by war, mysterious businessman Hunt hires ex-marine D.C. to assemble a crack team of ex-soldiers to protect him on a dangerous journey into no-man's land. To this gang of hardened warriors, battle-worn veterans and borderline criminals killing is just a job - and one they enjoy. Their mission - to scope out an old military bunker. It should be easy - 48 hours at the most. Lots of cash for little risk, or so he says. Once at the outpost, the men make a horrific discovery that turns their mission on its head - the scene of a bloody and gruesome series of experiments, carried out by the Nazis on their own soldiers during WWII. Amid the carnage, they find something even more disturbing - someone who's still alive. As war rages above ground, and a mysterious enemy emerges from the darkness below, D.C. and his men find themselves trapped in a claustrophobic and terrifying scenario. Their mission is no longer one of safe-guarding - it's one of survival. Howdy, Pardner! Its eight thirty in the a.m. and I'm not at work... because I'm taking a vacation day. I need to get packed for the trip to San Antonio The agenda is to celebrate My father-in-laws's birthday and watch my nephew play varsity baseball. fun will be had by all. Look for an extensive blog when I get back bringingyou all the best moments. Don't miss it. It will shock and amaze you at what we call fun. Remember, when you find yourself stretched a little too far for comfort...
Hang in there, you pussy!
We have snacks for the car. I keep a bag packed, actually, several. One for casual, one for casual dress, and a third for dress (funerals and the such). This weekend, I'm taking the casual dress, which has kackies and white dress shirts. Can't go wrong there. I packed my good camera, to record the family moments. I have my Droid and phone with good music downloaded. I set up a DJ station in the back yard, my bro in law burns wood and we have a bon fire of sorts. You go to sleep smelling like smoke but its fun. We burn marshmallows and if he catches one, my bro in law will eat a scorpion freshly roasted. He hat the youngest to try it last time and he said it was not bad, not bad at all.
Speaking of the youngest, we are going to spend the trip studying , no, make that 'researching' biology. He has a test Monday when we get back. We will have three hours up and another three back to study. The plan is to make the most of the time. That reminds me, I need to print out some practice tests.
and...I need to load two air mattresses in case we run short of beds. Last but not least, I need to put drain o down the sink in my bath and bleach the shower on the way out. If I get all that accomplished, I will clean out the frig, taking the good stuff with, freezing what I can, and throwing away what will spoil before we get back. Traveling is hard work, don't kid yourself.
One of the ladies in the office lost a bet so she brought me these donut holes. If I would've lost she would've one cinnamon rolls. A devilish creature escapes from a carnival to wreak havoc on a small town. This movie sucks will find something else to do if you want to see Lou diamond Phillips in a good cheesy horror movie this isn't the one I recommend that it's now that's a good movie. The movie is called "Bats"
And food is my hobby as well as my gift to the family. Speaking of gifts I needed a check, cinnamon rolls
Perfect just perfect I brought to cinnamon rolls back with me and one more sausage collapsing… Not collapsing but an honest mistake… Think of it as a pig in a blanket. We're having a great family morning besides the cinnamon rolls and pigs in a blanket, everyone has an Easter basket. Cheryl made baskets for all of us boys. Note about the cookies the youngest said this was the first time I had bought something to sweep for him to eat there are two cookies with icing on top and icing in the middle it really is too much
I made a basket for her. I thought it was funny to put it in a St. Patrick's Day plastic hat. I filled it full of artificial grass and put candy and nuts in the lottery ticket in. She bought herself some candy to go with it. I told her what I wanted and she bought everything on my list and more. And I bought a bag of pretzels for myself.
I put half of my stash on the bookshelf in the office, there's a bedroom where you sleep. I took the rest of the stash down to the laboratory so I have snacks and three handy at all times… Snacks and treats… I woke up early and went down to the man lab. I wrote fiction. Watched a scary TV show, one of the masters of horror directed by the same guy who directed Texas chainsaw massacre and written by an old school for writer I will store Beckman…Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce
Thought to have died somewhere in Mexico. Many believe that he was killed while an observer in a battle between the forces of Mexican rebelPancho Villa and federal troops. The body was never found.
Exact date and place of death never determined.
He had twelve brothers and sisters, and their rather eccentric father had given them all names that started with the letter "A". In order of birth, the Bierce siblings were: Abigail, Amelia, Ann, Addison, Aurelius, Augustus, Almeda, Andrew, Albert, Ambrose, Arthur, Adelia and Aurelia.
Ambrose Bierce and his wife, Mollie Day, had three children: Day Bierce, born December 1872; Leigh Bierce, born April 29 1874; and Helen Bierce, born October 1875.
Bierce was one of the best known journalists of the the last quarter of the 19th century. While working for William Randolph Hearst's San Francisco Examiner, Bierce doggedly campaigned to bring down Collis P. Huntington, owner and president of the Southern Pacific Railroad. He won the battle in the US Senate and Huntington was forced to break up his railroad conglomerant. Bierce later spoke out vehemently against the Spanish-American War, though his boss, Hearst, is credited as one of the war's principal agitators.
Served for three years on the frontlines of the American Civil War as part of the Ninth Indiana Volunteers.
He was shot in the head by a Confederate sniper in the summer of 1864 at the Battle of Kennesaw Mt. in northwest Georgia.
Bierce was estranged from his wife after finding letters from a supposed lover. They were divorced a year before she died.
Hero of the Edgar-winning (1958) short story "The secret of the bottle", by Gerald Kersh.
Personal Quotes
"Love, n. A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder." From his 1906 "Cynic's Word Book," later retitled "The Devil's Dictionary")
"Bore, n. A person who talks when you wish him to listen." From his 1906 "Cynic's Word Book," later retitled "The Devil's Dictionary")
"Lawsuit, n. a machine which you go into as a pig and come out as a sausage." From his 1906 "Cynic's Word Book," later retitled "The Devil's Dictionary")
"Painting, n. The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather and exposing them to the critic." From his 1906 "Cynic's Word Book," later retitled "The Devil's Dictionary")
"Goodbye, if you hear of my being stood up against a Mexican stone wall and shot to rags please know that I think that a pretty good way to depart this life. It beats old age, disease, or falling down the cellar stairs. To be a Gringo in Mexico -- ah, that is euthanasia!"--last words of his final written communication, a letter to his niece, Lora, in December 1913.
Here's to woman. Would that we could fall into her arms without falling into her hands.
Before becoming a filmmaker, Tobe Hooper, a native of Austin, Texas, spent the 1960s as a college professor and documentary cameraman. In 1974, he organized a small cast that was made up of college teachers and students, and then he and Kim Henkel made The Texas Chain Saw Massacre. This film changed the horror film industry..
I just downloaded an episode of the twilight zone that was based on an Ambrose Bierce short story as well as to e-books written by the man. One thing leads to another every time. I just have a couple of chores to do around the house but other than that the day is my own. I did have to go up to the lab to let someone in this morning. But it was not a problem. I went to the grocery store afterwards it worked out perfect.
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The the hand needs to have a blaze put on I need to find a recipe.
Directions
Mix brown sugar with mustard in a bowl to make a smooth glaze. If mixture is too thick, stir in more mustard.
I saw this tree on my walk today I ended up making a simple glaze with honey brown sugar and sweet mustard it rocked
In our house, whenever we have ham, we always have broccoli and rice casserole Mooch round rooms with poop sure… Mooch rhymes with who each… Mooch rhymes with too much… I'll just type it...mooch rhymes with pooch.
An Occurrence At Owl Creek Bridge I decided to watch this episode of the twilight zone. It is very very old. As a quarter after 9 o'clock at night, and before I go read, I wanted to upload the pictures I had taken during the day. They go along with the narrative.
