I don’t really blog that much any more. It’s not that I can’t think of anything to write, it’s just that I’m lazy. I think of all these witty and interesting things to write about when I’m driving home. But then I get home… welcome to Nubbinsville. Bubkis. And then I think of something to draw while I’m sitting there, but when I open the sketchbook. And Whammo! Nothin. I’m stuck in this never ending cycle of forgotten ideas.

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I’m Poor! I’m putting a hiatus on all eating out and drinking (mostly) until next month at least. I don’t know where all my money has gone, but it’s gone somewhere. And i don’t think it’s coming back. This month I got hit with a couple of bills that snuck up on me. Cartax, insurance, and Website Renewal. Not to mention that I waste money on stupid little things all the time. Not to mention the vastly over-budget beerpong table project. $40 for buttons now seems a little extravagant.

I’ll still be going out to rock bottom on Wednesdays, cause $1 pints still makes a cheap mid week night out. On the weekends I’ll have to switch to Bowmans Vodka instead of beer.

If anybody has an easy way to for me to make some more money I would be interested. Taking a second job is sort of not what I want to be doing. But Websites and painting Murals would be highly desired.

You could have said that I was anticipating this show, but that would be an understatement. I have become accustomed to being let down by new shows on TV. Prison Break is exciting, but not great. Reunion has promise, but seems to fall flat. My Name is Earl was the next one that I was excited about. Let me tell you it does not disappoint.

The show stars Jason Lee, former professional skateboarder and Kevin Smith movie alumni. I love Jason Lee. There.. I said it. I live my life through the words of Brody Bruce. “The cookie stand is a autonomous eatery for mid mall snacking… That kid is BACK on the escalator!” from the last testament of Mallrats.

Earl is not perfect, hell, he’s not even good. In the first 5 minutes of the show he tells you that, and shows you by robbing some unsuspecting Volvo-driving family. He gets drunk in Vegas and marries a woman (played by Jamie Pressley) who is 6 months pregnant. Which leads to his first memorable quote.

“Some people might think that getting so drunk that you marry a gal who’s 6 months pregnant might be a reason to stop drinking, more like a reason to keep drinking if you ask me.”

Now to the point of the show. Earl wins $100,000 on a scratcher ticket outside a convenience store and during a moment of celebration dances out in the street… where he is promptly creamed by an old woman driving a Buick. When Earl wakes up in the hospital the ticket is gone. Watching TV at night, Earl discovers the teachings of Carson Daly, Karma. He then decides to right all the wrongs in his life so that, “Life won’t kill him”.

I would like to write some glowing eloquent review, But I don’t think I could do this show justice. The writing is awesome, the characters are awesome, the camera work is awesome. Ethan Suplee as Earl’s lazy brother kills me with every line. This show flat out rocks. Of course this does mean that it will be instantly cancelled. Which is what network TV does with good things, like puppies and babies.

I’ll leave you with the wisdom of the Earl.

“She was a daytime hooker, it takes a special kind of lady to sell sexual favors in the light of day”

Hey Crab Man!

via My Name is Earl on NBC.com

Any one of us could just drop dead at any time. I just heard a message on a podcast about someone who had a headache, then next thing you know they’re in intensive care. I really hope that dosen’t happen to me, but hey, you never can tell. Not that I’ve been obsessed with death or anything, but I’ve always wanted to write down a note. A message from beyond if you will. That someone could find… maybe I’ve seen to many TV movies.

Maybe I’m always thinking about that because I have so many half finished projects out there, and if I die, who will finish them? Listen to me. I sound like I’m curing cancer here, not building a beerpong table in the basement or a DVD collection of bad 80’s movies.

Here’s a list of things I need/want to get done. Not before I die, cause some all of this stuff won’t matter if I’m dead.

I GET DISTRACTED EASILY

• Burn DVD’s of 80’s movies from Netflix/Bittorrent
• Finish Beerpong table
• Finish Drawing of Jenn and Jayson
• Draw a tattoo/Family Crest
• Paint that painting.. you know that one.
• Fix my computer
• Fix my truck exhaust/get it inspected/ got to DMV
• Blog more often
• Do something with my senior project
• Make Big Numbers to put on that rock out front
• Get a job painting Comic Book Murals
• Actually Start designing HERband website
• Finish my Portfolio website
• Back up my data on DVDs

So basically what I’m saying here is that I have a lot of ideas and not a lot of motivation. Or really I have motivation for about a week, if it goes any longer than that I get distracted… with a brand new cool idea… yah! So if I die, look through my computer for… wait a minute. That might be a bad idea…

I found a couple stories about how every official govt agency seems to have cocked up the relief efforts for Katrina. Thus furthering my point and making me look smart. I like to do that.

Report from Refugees

Show us your tits, and we’ll rescue you

3 students rescue survivors in a Hyundai

During the Bush Administration, Louisiana received more Corps money for flood control than any other state, but spent hundreds of millions of dollars on pork projects

So I used to love him on Sportcenter when I was 13. I would watch him every morning before I got on the bus. Then he decided that he didn’t want to talk sports anymore and he wen’t to a “real” channel to talk news. His show Countdown is pretty sweet, but I hardly ever catch it. Like most interesting things I found it on them thar intarwebs. It really fits with my last post about Katrina. link at the bottom.

I think I’ve decided that I hate politicians in general. If you really want to make a difference then don’t become a politician. Don’t become a reporter either. Just get out there and do something. Be a teacher, a Missionary, Join Greenpeace, join the peace corps, the real work is on the ground level. Speaking in general stereotypes, all politicians are corrupt, some are just better at hiding it.

via KO is a badass