*funk music plays in the background*

If my background music were HEX, it'd be #CC33FF.

Anyway, Lord of the Rings...

Justin's 3 tips for the final LOTR:

1) Edit out the first 10 minutes.
2) Edit out the last 25 minutes.
3) Remove all gay kissing scenes, gay frolicking scenes, actually, how 'bout all gay scenes altogether?

With the above adjustments, I can give Return of the King a thumbs up.

Also, I have one question for the LOTR fans:

1) Where the fuck are all the elves going? PLEASE, tell me.

Check the playlist, inspired in part by so-so-very-indians everywhere.

Haffy Pirthday Twacey.

Sorry I was eating cake, shaped strangely enough like Pasta... go figure ;)

Love you, *hugggggggg*

Okay, after looking at this link off Stacey's site, I think it's time to dust off my Wacom tablet and get cracking, because bloody hell, I feel pretty lame after going through the art on that site (because it's mostly amazing and even more complex), I feel like I'm wasting my bloody time and talent, and that's a pretty shitty feeling. I need inspiration, I need to be locked in a room with said inspiration, come to think of it, I also need to get laid - could these things be linked? Doubtful, but here's hoping ;)

Overlooked: Remember those half-written posts I eluded to a couple posts back, well I whole-writted one of them, it's a little farther back date-wise, so if you're so inclined go hunt it down, don't say I didn't warn you though. It should still be on this page actually.

And one more thing: Anj, your imploration is my command, I miss you. *mmwa*

Let me set the stage:

Halloween, Troy's new apartment, alcohol on tap, old friends and new gathered around the table shooting the breeze, and the tequila shots. Talk strays (thanks to my cousin Stacy) to what she likes in the bedroom.

What happened next:

The current consensus is that sometimes, talking dirty is good. All agree with a giggle, smile, and another drink. Andy, who doesn't drink, nods approvingly. I interject, saying, "Well that all depends on how far you take it, if you say, "Take that you damn dirty WHORE!" it might not have quite the desired effect."

Andy, my usually calm buttoned down lawyer-type friend, begins to laugh, a few seconds more and tears start streaming down his face because the boy is laughing so bloody hard he's forgetting to breathe, Andy then falls off his chair in hysteria, barely able to catch his breath. I fucking wish I had a video camera because boy, that was some funny shit. Andy rocks ;)

Last week, some of the lowest breed of human mistakes tried to run my father off the road. After not finding it as easy to execute as they planned, and when a witness began approaching in the oncoming lane they took off. It made the papers, and thankfully it was a small overlooked article (because you need your name in the papers these days like you need a target on your head). Unbelievable, but after all that, my father seems unfazed, he even tried to chase them when they took off. The man is in his mid-70s and unfazed, Christ. You know what though? That's actually bloody typical. People in Trinidad seem to think crime is just a normal part of everyday life. Back home we've gotten used to hearing and saying things like, "yuh hear dey try to kidnap meh family last week?" without batting an eyelid. We've become so fucking stupid it's absolutely amazing.

In the last year my cousin was robbed and taken to a crematorium where he thought they'd rape his girlfriend and put a bullet in his head, two of my friends were held for ransom weeks on end, my brother migrated after having his wife and child held up and robbed at gunpoint in their home, and now I've got to wonder whose list of targets my Dad's name is on. Wake me up now, please.

I used to be just like them, I used to tell people things back home weren't as bad as everyone was claiming, I used to be stupid. Now I'm just scared.