Tonight was a big night. An exciting night. I saw Superman Returns. I was never a huge Superman fan. With the exception of Kryptonite, Superman is unstoppable, and Kryptonite isn't easy for a villain to find unless your name is Lex Luthor. I am a big fan of "good" movies with action, and good directors. This movie had both.
I am very familiar with the original four Superman movies and in case you didnt know this little bit of trivia, this movie is a sequel. Superman 4 was the last Superman movie which was 20 years ago. This movie takes place 5 years after the events from the previous film. What was extremely exciting for me, and I mean this, was the opening credits. They were the same as the other four films with the exception of 2006 special effects instead of 1981. It had the same cheesy blue opening credits that would pause a moment so the audience could read it, than zoom towards the screen just the in the originals. For me it was also great to hear John Willams Superman score again after all these years. Even though this movie was compsed by John ottman, you could still feel the heart and soul in the theme just like 20 years ago.
The movie itself was very good. I dont want to tell the story like most critics do, I just want to say that since this movie is a sequel, and good sequels are hard to do, that this sequel was exciting to sit through. I would see it again in a heart beat. What Superman lacks, and this is for all Superman movies and sometimes the comics, is lack of a good villain to fight. Lex Luthor is awesome, but I would still loved to see some kind of Royal Rumble with Superman and anyone else. Maybe someday we'll get to see Superman fight Doomsday (the guy who beat Superman to his death in the comic books 15 years ago). Luthor is played by kevin Spacey in this movie. I felt Spacey lit up the screen in every scene he was in. I enjoyed his performance. Although I do feel some people may be disapointed. I know a alot of people that didn't like Gene Hackmans Lex Luthor and i'm afraid Spacey does a good Homage to Hackman in this film.
One thing about this movie I want to defend from critics are the accusations that Brandon Routh who plays the Man of Steele is dry, flat and boring. I highly dis-agree. I felt his Clark Kent was hilarious, in fact I wanted more, and his Superman, well, how do you play a strong confident super hero. You play it with strength and confidence and that's exactly what Routh did.
I will say that another thing I loved about this movie was the end. No I'm not going to give anything away. Bryan Singer did a great job connecting this movie with the rest through a sort of continuity flow. Does that make sense? What I'm trying to say is not only did the beginning scroll and theme music connect the film with the previous ones, but the end shot was exactly the same as well. Like its predecessors Superman flys into space, looks to one direction than flys off camera. That also made me very happy.
So to reiterate, I loved this movie. I think if people go to this movie with the mind set that it's a sequel they will love it too.
By: Jeans Pants | Thursday, June 29, 2006 at 11:51 PM | | 
Wish me luck!!! I'm on a diet. It's hard and it sucks. Starting 3 weeks ago I decided that I didn't want to surpass the weight 200 pounds. I was close. Since I can't afford to go to a gym, plus I think there a little overated, I decided to go for walks. Then the walks turned into runs. Now I run and lift weights. I only run about 3 miles 4 or 5 times a week. Im glad to say that I weighed myself the other day and I weighed 180. I lost 20. Woo Hoo For Me!!!
But bad news came today. Today I weighed in at 185, Dun Dunn Dunnn. What sucks even more than that is I had some bacon cheese fries today. Another Dun Dunn Dunnn. I'm not doing very well am I?
This post may not be that interesting to you, but be warned there are more to come like this one. I need to stay motivated so im going to document my weight loss. If this is boring, than I'm sorry. Otherwise, as I said earlier, wish me luck.
By: Jeans Pants | Wednesday, June 28, 2006 at 10:56 PM | |
What about for a name, the "Big Yellow Joint"?
By: Jeans Pants | Tuesday, June 27, 2006 at 11:08 PM | |
It is confirmed that when hired at my place of employment that I agreed to be a representative to the company 24/7. As a result I must abide by the "insert name of store" rules which is to not say anything negative about the company when outside of work. Well I can say what I want I just can't write about it. The good news about all this is I havent said anything negative through out my time here at "The Justin". Ok I said one negative thing which means to keep my job I must tweak that post a little bit. So I now need to find a good name for my place of employment so when I talk about it people can connect it with my job.
Here are some names to ponder about who I now work for...
Jurassic Park
The Empire
The Borg
Shawshank
Michael Bay
Ok there not as witty as I wanted them to be. What ya gonna do? If you'd like to leave a comment on this post make sure you pick your favorite and let me know.
I forgot to mention the reason why I need to tweak my post. It's not because of the rules and regulations I need to follow. It's because I heard that the top dawgs at The Empire (how does that sound?) are watching our posts. Not just here but on myspace too. So everyone be cautious. All eyes are on us.
I have one last nerdy thing (a quote actually) to say, but it kind of fits...
"Be warned Viceroy, the federation has gone too far this time"
Now name that movie?
(Danny you can'tplay)
By: Jeans Pants | at 10:12 PM | |
This post is none of your business. If you feel you have the urge to share it than do so. If you'd like to accuse me at my job that I've attacked other co-workers on this page than go ahead. Here's the thing. If my job doesn't allow me to practice freedom of speech than it's probably a company that I don't want to be apart of.
There is a situation at work that has gotten way out of control. People feel it is necessary to tell other people/managers what I write on this post. This is a blog. it doesn't make a difference in the world. It doesn't inspire people to quit and follow me to a better job. I have no better job lined up. In fact when it comes to my job it's really not that bad. When I vent on this post it's exactly what it is. Venting. If I say I hate you. Guess what? I probably don't. It's whats called "EFFECT". You say things to get reactions. My goal with this post is to keep people interested and hopefully make them laugh. No walls will be torn down by reading "The Justin.
Suggestions have been brought up to change the URL to my site to cover up what I write. I feel I have nothing to cover up. I've written nothing bad about any managers. I don't have any real quarrels with any of them. All I did was write about a fellow co-worker, which yes I called him one insult, and how he bothers me.
Again it is my God Given American right to...
vent1 
( P ) Pronunciation Key (v
nt)
n. - A means of escape or release from confinement; an outlet: give vent to one's anger.
- An opening permitting the escape of fumes, a liquid, a gas, or steam.
- The small hole at the breech of a gun through which the charge is ignited.
- Zoology. The excretory opening of the digestive tract in animals such as birds, reptiles, amphibians, and fish.
- Geology.
- The opening of a volcano in the earth's crust.
- An opening on the ocean floor that emits hot water and dissolved minerals.
If anyone has a problem with me please make an appointment. I'm available all week.
"Welcome to the Justin" brings me no profit. Yes I'm a non-profit blog, who'd a thought. I don't feel I should have to choose between my job and this right to write and express my rights. Please leave comments. Thank you for your time.
first amendment
n : an amendment to the Constitution of the United States guaranteeing the right of free expression; includes freedom of assembly and freedom of the press and freedom of religion and freedom of speech [syn: First Amendment]
P.S. Supposedly Our managers are reading our myspace and our blogs to make sure we behave. Will there be consequences? We'll find out soon won't we?
By: Jeans Pants | Monday, June 26, 2006 at 9:16 PM | |
I have some things I'd like to say to the people who, when it comes to America at war in Iraq, claim, as the song goes...
"I proudly stand up next to you and defend her still today"
Yeah I'm talking to the people that say "we're over there for a reason" and "we're fighting a war on terror" or "we're fighting them over there so we won't have to fight them over here".
I would like to ask the people that say we’re there for a reason, what’s the reason?
I remember this one guy (in Florida) once said to me, “I hate people that are against the war, they don’t know what we’re doing over there”. He immediately followed it up with a joke. Let’s see if I can do it justice through words. “Want to see me to an impression of an Iraqi? La La La La La *explode*” I laughed a lot or not at all? Pick one.
Ok here’s another question. How do you fight terror? Someone please tell me. Because I honestly need someone to come to my house and help me fight my Ophidiophobia (look it up). I mean who would have thought you can fight fear. Next time a movie tries to make me jump I'm going to yell "FUCK THAT, if this movie scares me than the terrorists have won".
"A war on terror is like a war on jealousy" - David Cross
If people claim they'll "proudly stand up next to you and defend her still today" than why aren't they over there. Why are the majority of soldiers over there teenagers. teenagers who are losing limbs and fighting a war they will be forever brainwashed into thinking it's for a reason.
Let me explain my feelings. I've seen some unsettling documentary's recently that have, for lack of a better term, churned my stomach. I've known most of this stuff the documentary had shown me already but watching them just kind of mixed my emotions all over again.
Picture this. You've been at war for months, maybe years. You don't know your friends back home anymore, you probably don't know what your newborn child looks like and they sure as hell have no idea who you are. All you have is you, and your fellow friends you've made in Iraq.
You're walking with a comrade outside of a mess hall. You're talking about random things to keep things going. Family, sports, movies whatever.
BAM!!!
You're now on the ground. You can't see anything but grey. You're trying to breathe but every breath you take feels like there's a fire in your lungs. Your legs hurt. You try crawling through the dust trying to find a way out. You're confused. You find an object on the ground. It feels some how familiar to you. You wait just a second and the dust settles. You figure out it's the person you were just talking with, but only half of him. From that point you feel yourself being grabbed and you black out.
You wake up in a hospital bed. You think back and realize your friend must have died. When you look down in shock you notice that you now have one leg.
You are now sent home. Home to shitty health insurance, friends who are proud of you and don't know you and maybe a girlfriend/boyfriend or spouse that may have cheated on you while you were gone. Plus, because the pay sucked, you now have to get a job. Not a good one either. A job at a gas staion, or convenience stores, or maybe even The Big Yellow Joint.
Here's a good sign that this war is a bad idea. everybody hates us now. We used to be America the liberators now we're America the greedy. Remember how we treated the French when they didn't join us in Iraq? Well if you've forgotten, we changed the name of French fries to freedom fries.
New slogans for us
America, the Greedy
America, the good doers
America, we're always right
America, home of the shitty healthcare
America, sign up to go to war and than bend over
America, do you have any oil?
Let me just say that there aren't that many people that want in anymore. A lot of people think we're assholes. I will tell you the people who do want in. Mexicans. So let's build that wall. Let's keep the only people that want in out. And to all the soldiers who are on their way home, I'll be seeing you at The Big Yellow Joint.
By: Jeans Pants | Friday, June 23, 2006 at 10:35 PM | |
Ok so in my Jeffery post I wrote I hate high fives. Ok I don't hate them when done on a normal understood basis. I just hate Jeffery.
So Don't high five me when...
Going to the bathroom
Coming back from the bathroom.
Your late for work
The salesfloor is extremly busy and you want to pause for a second and high five me when I am currently trying to finish with my customer and I need to use both my hands to type
You just turned your 15 minute break into a 45 minute
I just had to clean your whole department because you were too busy shitting, talking on the phone or just being fat and lazy
You just gotten away with napping on the clock while I ran the floor
You just told me you're going to re-decorate you apartment when your apartment is located on the second floor of your moms house. That's not your apartment. That's you still living with your parents.
You have a kid you see only sometimes and you spend most of your money on re-decorating said apartment or trying to impress other, quote on quote, "chicks"
Last but not least Don't high five me when...
I hate you
By: Jeans Pants | at 9:08 PM | |
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=18328649&blogID=127774546&MyToken=ad4cbec7-7548-4c44-863c-d975d0a218f9My friend Christina wrote an amazing post about customers at Eye-Key-Ah. Read and enjoy.
By: Jeans Pants | Thursday, June 22, 2006 at 10:40 PM | |
There's a story I'd like to tell you. It's about someone I work with. His name isn't Jeffery, but for this post it will be. Jeffery is a person I never knew much about, I just knew I didn't have alot in common with him. Now I work in the beds department and he, well doesn't. When I was told he would be coming to my department I was like, Eh, but during the duration of the time I was spending with him I realized I wanted to kill him.
One of the first things about Jeffery I hated was how he would just keep disapearing. It would get pretty busy on the floor and he would be no where to be found. The first day I worked with him he asked me if I could switch with him the next day. He wanted me to take his closing shift and he would open in my place. I couldn't, due to prior obligations. I did go out of my way to get my buddy Andy to come in on his day off to cover the last half of Jeffery's shift.
The next day I teased him and said you owe me a thank you, his response was "for what" I just shook my head and said "forget it". Andy was coming in at 5 for Jeffery. Basically starting at 4:30 Jeffery got antsy and and kept asking "wheres Andy? wheres Andy?". He also kept walking away from the department which left only one person to deal with all the customers. Andy showed up at 5 like he said he would to and Jeffery ran out. Did I mention the place he had to be was in front of a TV screen watching sports?
Getting to the point I'll just say that was the beginning of me finding him annoying. He always had to go to the bathroom. He must have taken 6 shits a day because his bathroom breaks were 10 minutes long. The other great thing is he never used the bathroom on his breaks or lunches. He would come back from lunch and tell us he was going to the restroom.
All of you might think I hate this person. I don't. I think a big weakness of mine is giving people the idea that I'm pissed when I write some of my posts. I'm actually not. What I'm about to tell you is what inspired me to write this post. This I find shocking.
The other day I was working with him in his department. It was me, him and another girl. I forgot to mention above he turns his 15 minute break into 30 minutes and his 30 minute lunches into 45 minutes. For the record we get 2 breaks and 1 lunch at work. Anyways. So he takes his first 30 minute 15 minute break. Then he takes his 45 minute 30 minute lunch. Then I go one my last 15 at 7:00. 7:05 he sits with me and takes his last break. at 7:20 (Yes I was late) I start heading back to work. As I get up he lays down on the couch and says "Yo J, I'm going to take a nap, if I'm here in a half hour wake me". Confused I responded with "OK". When I went down to tell the girl I was working with what he said she responded with "AGAIN!!! He does this all the time". I asked if anyone told management about it and she said they were aware of it but she doesn't think anything is being done about it.
When I left at 7:50 he came back down to the floor. So he was up there on his 15 for 50 minutes. This is whats awesome. When I went upstairs to leave, I saw Andy in the break room. I went in to say hello to him and as we spoke, Jeffery came in to get a drink. I couldn't believe it. I just opened my mouth in shock at Andy and walked away.
I forgot to mention that this son of a bitch also likes to high five everyone for everything. He's going on break, high five. He's going to the bathroom, high five. He's coming back from the bathroom, high five(which is kind of gross since he's been in the bathroom for 10 minutes). I hate high fives. Their annoying. I was talking with a co-worker today and had a thought. Do you think he high fives after sex? Do you think he finishes, rolls over, raises his hand high and goes up here girl?
I guess the point I'm trying to make is "Come work for IKEA". You can shit all you want and sleep through most of you shifts and no one cares. It turns out I've been working at a great job and didn't even know it. Apply now, I hope to see you there.
By: Jeans Pants | at 7:44 PM | |
There's ton of stuff I want to write about but first I want to link this as quick as possible.
http://caliblog.com/Scroll down to the video post titled
Watch it. It's worth it.
By: Jeans Pants | Tuesday, June 20, 2006 at 5:04 PM | |
Yeah that's right , I said it sucked. It was so loud at IKEA that it was hard to hear yourself think. When I clocked in Saturday and walked out onto the floor it was overwhelming. Immediatly a customer jumped on one of the beds causing it to make a loud bang. The result was the bed had broke down the middle. I had to pull a new one and fix it as fast as possible so we could display it again.
While I was on the floor fixing the bed there was a customer near by pushing his kid around in one of the IKEA strollers. As the customer kept walking he didn't realize that his child grabbed one of our beds display banners that was hanging from the ceiling. By the child doing this caused the banner and the bungee that was holding it to fall to the ground. On that bungee were prices for 3 other beds so that means 3 signs down.
Not long after this was I helping a customer at one end of my department. From the other side I heard this loud crash and what sounded like marbles falling to the floor. As I was helping the customer I had to hold in a laugh for I couldn't even imagine what that sound could have been. Shortly after the crash I heard crying. I finished with my customer and saw that my buddy Pablo was standing in front of shattered glass that was scattered all over the floor. I asked him and a few other co-workers what happened and everyone seemed to only know bits and pieces of the story. Apparently this 8 year old girl was playing with a glass bedside table, someone said she stood on it another said she some how tripped and fell on it. Luckily it was safety glass but the girl still had scrapes and she bled a little bit. The girls family went to the bathroom to clean up, on their way yelled out my friend ( another co-worker) and than I helped clean up glass.
That was all Saturday. Sunday I went to work. Threw up. Was offered the chance to go home early but stuck it out and just had another one of those days. I can't remember much of it thank god, but I do remember every customer thinking I'm their best friend and therefore causing me to have full conversations while there questions kept getting more and more dumb. The customers on Sunday just wouldnt listen to explanations and I'm just going to save it for another day. The more I think of the day the more I remember and the more angry I get. I would rather leave it buried.
Well the weekend is dead. Hopefully clocking out Sunday was the end of a bad weekend not the beginning of a bad week. Wish me luck.
By: Jeans Pants | Monday, June 19, 2006 at 12:20 AM | |
Hello everyone, it's me Stuart. I'm Jesus's older brother. Before Reading this post you should read about me here... you have to scroll down to the post titled "Stuart Christ"
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=40588571Long story short, I'm responsible when you have a bad day. We move on. So the other day I was at church. BORING!!! If there's one thing worse than listening to someone preach stories you don't care about, is to hear someone sing it. Why do these ministers insist on singing their sentences? They sound like freaks. Plus it's eerie. I hear that sound and I immediatly think someone's watching me. oooooooohhhhhh shivers.
Another thing that pisses me off is there are statues and pictures all over the place of my dead brother. It's weird sitting there, looking up seeing my tortured, limp brother Jesus hanging there looking down at me. It's kind of morbid, No not morbid, gross. My bro-dawg and myself realize that the idea is that you remember he died for your sins, but honestly we want this to be a happy comfortable place. There needs to be a better symbol like Buddy Christ
Ever see that shit? That's good stuff right there.
Another thing I don't like is that body of Christ stuff. We go up, we form a line and we are handed what is suppose to be a piece of my brother. They put the piece in my mouth and we , well , eat him. Does that seem weird to anyone? If there was a sign from God saying it's ok to be a cannibal I think that would be it.
Tomorrow take the 5 and get off on Fletcher. On the right you'll see a gas station. Pull in there and abot 2pm I'll be handing out pieces of me to eat. It's ok, I'm a Christ.
That piece of "Christ" is so stale too. You would think the son of God would taste great like pizza, or snickers bars or something. I have an idea to fix this problem. The priest guy, whatever says 'get up and get some Christ" just like that too. Now there are three lines to choose from. You and choose Line A, the Nacho Cheese Christ. Line B, the Ranch Christ or Line C , Guacomole Christ. We can all choose our Christ and leave happy.
One last thing I would like to mention is I was the witness to something, well I thought was uncomfortable. A gay member of the church asked a priest for forgiveness for being 'what" he was. I just want to let everyone know that if you're asking forgiveness for being gay than white people better start asking forgiveness for being white, or black people for being black. That's something that get's on our nerves upstairs. Don't ask for forgiveness for that. It's who you are.
If the bible is right about everything than we all better start buying some slaves because according to the bible It's A OK
I'll be working on a new breed of church very soon. Just keep an eye out for it. We'll keep the big T on top so everyone knows we're still a church, the big difference is you'll be hearing loud music like "Carry on My Wayward Son" or "St Elmos Fire". This will be a church that ROCKS!!!
By: Jeans Pants | Saturday, June 17, 2006 at 11:29 AM | |
Ladies and Gentlemen we are living in a time of chaos. A time In which mankind feels they can "choose" to live their life however they want. A time where people of all sexes are putting long cylinder shaped objects in their mouths. I can't even walk out of my house without seeing at least one person standing there with one of them. That's right I'm refering to fags. Fags have been ruining this planets air supply for years. Sometimes when I'm working a person will come up to me and have that distinct horrible smell of fag all over them. This needs to end people. If we let them exist than people are going to start dropping like flies because fags will eat away their lungs.
Something that drives me up the wall is how I will walk by these people and I have to breathe the same air they exhale. Why should I have to lose a day of my life just because I'm forced to co-exist with fags? We're all slowly being murdered by these people that don't give a shit. They dont care about us. I'm sure it's a sin to just be in the presents of a fag and I don't want to rot forever in hell just because you feel you can choose what you can do with your life.
What I'm going to do is come up with an anti - fag organization. If we've all learned something from Batman it was that it's best to dress in the outfit of the thing you hate and fear. So I thought of long white robes with maybe a white hood resembling that of a fag. Our name will be Cigarettes Can Kill. But I'm thinking of replacing each letter with a K. Sure it doesn't make much sense but hey, it's catchier.
People I just went to dictionary.com and read that there is another definition for the word fag. Here...
fag
- A student at a British public school who is required to perform menial tasks for a student in a higher class.
- A drudge
Well that makes me like the word even less now. No one should be anyone's servant. We need to stop fags from existing. I look forward to living in a time where the word doesn't have to be in the dictionary. Because the word and it's meaning, won't exist anymore.
So people, will you join in my crusade? Will you be strong and stand with me?
...As a side note I asked Jason(another member of this sight) to read through what I wrote. He said to me (through sign language) that people might think I'm refering to fag in the ignorant, homo-phobic sense. I want make clear that that isn't the case. I love the gays, If it wasnt for them my house would have looked horrible when I Traded Spaces back in September. Thier Ok in my books. It's just those fags that get on my nerves.
By: Jeans Pants | Thursday, June 15, 2006 at 11:52 AM | |
I'm writing three posts in one night. Proud of me?
Today I was driving along Eagle Rock Blvd heading home from dropping off my friend Danny. As I was driving along I was stopped at a red light with one SUV in front of me. I looked up at a bumber sticker on the SUV that read "Gore Lieberman 2000". My mind went way back. With supporting Kerry Edwards for so long I almost for got that at one time there was a Gore/ Lieberman Campaign. My mind thought about how things would be different President Gore and Vice President Lieberman had a chance in the house. Would there have been no 9/11? Would we be in Iraq? Would gas prices be lower? Would there have been a better evacuation plan for Katrina or a better response time? Could day without an immigrant have been prevented (yeah I had to work a little harder that day thank you, Im just playing)? So many things ran through my mind and I thought how things could be different and better if Gore won. I also thought what if the country had learned its lesson and Kerry won in 04. That's when it happened. A Mental Orgasm.
They exist my friends. Thinking of things that could have/should have happened overwhelmed me with so much happiness that this is the best way to describe it. I'm so afraid that if I don't clarify that the orgasm wasn't real than I may have people at work tomorrow asking me about it. No I'm not talking about a real one. Trust me that needs to be said.
Well I don't have anything else to write on this subject. I thought I did. Just promise me this everyone. When you have your mental orgasms, think of me =0).
By: Jeans Pants | Wednesday, June 14, 2006 at 11:40 PM | |
This past sunday night at the Tony Awards(the Tony Awards are one of the few awards ceremony's that hasn't completly sold out) my man Ian McDiarmid walked away with the best lead actor in a play Tony for "Faith Healer". I have no idea what it's about but it's alright in my books. See you all in a month, I'm hiking to New York to see this play. Who's coming with me?
By: Jeans Pants | at 11:24 PM | |
As I've mentioned a thousand times yesterday was the birthday of Jason Voorhees. Yup the serial killer. In honor of Jason's birthday Mike and myself with special guest Danny and Jason (he spoke through me using sign language) did a commentary for Friday the 13th part 8 Jason Takes Manhatten. In my opionion I have a feeling that this may be our best commentary to date. For anyone new to my blog they I should tell you that Mike and I are creators of Mockworthy. To get a complete description of what Mockworthy is then go to this sight.
http://mockworthy.com/2006/01/about.htmlBasically we watch shitty movies, record an audio commentary for them and post it. It's a podcast.
If you would like to download our new commentary, well it's not posted yet. This will be the link to get it from when we finally do post it.
http://www.mockworthy.com/or here
http://mockworthy.com/2006/01/all-commentaries.htmlFor now you can enjoy our other great commentary's we've done such as, "The Grudge", 'Masters of the Universe", "Friday the 13th", "War of the Worlds" and others.
By: Jeans Pants | at 11:04 PM | |
Yay. Mollyes on imdb
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2261797/ Im so proud of her.
By: Jeans Pants | Sunday, June 11, 2006 at 11:51 AM | |
Hello everyone, it's that time of the year again. My birthday is two days away and as of this Tuesday I'll be turning 60. Wow I remember when I thought turing 40 was going to be bad. I was depressed and kind of suicidal. My mom was dead, I have no idea who my dad is, My skin is literally falling off my face all the girls screamed when they saw me. I don't know. In a way I guess turning 60 is easier because I'm over all that.
A good thing is , unlike when I turned 40, I am not a virgin anymore. You can go to my myspace page to read more about this.
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=72869544Long story short I fell in love. We went for a walk along the lake, we made sweet love and than I took her head and smashed it into a rock. It was instinct. I miss her. Well that's life.
I tried having a few birthday parties down here at the lake. Usually when my guests arrive it turns out to be a massacre. I can't help but to kill everyone. I have some serious issues. I also remember a time there was a surprise birthday party planned for me. I didn't realize what was going on. They saw me coming and turned off the lights so everyone could hide. I thought they were just campers so while they were hiding I snuck up behind each person and killed them one by one. No one knew I was even there. But the joke was on me when the sun came up and I saw the decorations that read Happy birthday Jason. I screw everything up.
A word to the wise. Stay away from me on my birthday. I'll just be sitting on the docks by myself just waiting for someone to kill. That's all I do. My life sucks.
I have a face that nobody could ever love.
By: Jeans Pants | at 12:08 AM | |
I feel like I need to redeem myself from that last post. I'm not happy with it but I also don't want to delete it because it sadly took three days to write. I know pathetic.
It's time for a much happier cheery sort of post. I wan't to wish happy birthday to a friend of mine I've known since I was about six. He basically helped raise me and kept me occupied when my parents felt movies and TV could raise their child. He's someone you all know and love. That's right, this tuesday June 13th help me celebrate the life of my friend, Jason Voorhees.
It's hard to believe that he'll be turning 60 years old. It seems like it was just yesterday when he first jumped out of the lake and dragged that girl back underwater with him. I remember so many silly things he did like dress up like a klan member or get a machette impaled in his eye or the time he came back from the dead through a lightning strike and who can decide what's sexier , his trip to manhatten or his trip into space. Jason I love you.
So make sure you pick up your cards and buy some good presents. You don't want to piss him off.
By: Jeans Pants | Friday, June 09, 2006 at 9:15 PM | |
If there is a God, than I love him. God is great. But if "it" doesn't exist, than everything in life makes a hell of alot more sense. For me murder, Rape, Cancer all seem to be more acceptable when there's no one pulling the strings above . Think about it. Your father dies from cancer, there's no one to blame. People get murdered or raped , well you do blame the murderer and rapist but that's it. There's no need to ask God why these events happened because God's not there.
I don't think what I'm writing is workiing, let me put it this way. My grandfather was pulled out of school at an early age because his father died and he needed to get a job. I'm not sure what he did for work but as soon as he was old enough he signed up for the army and was shipped out to Korea. Long story short he got out, went to work for raytheon and than retired at 65. He died of cancer at 67. Some people would say his life was all apart of God's plan and others would say God must have needed him for something, that's why he took him. My question is, for what? It seems kind of a shitty plan to work someone his whole life, give him 1 year of retirement,than take him so he can work for you now in heaven or whatever.
Another sad thing I hate to think about and say are people who are raped will sometimes say it must have happend for a reason or, again, its a part of Gods plan. It just makes me think was it God's plan to have made you suffer and live with an emotional scar for the rest of your life. Now I know that people will say anything they can and to help them get through life with a scar. I'm not attacking them at all. I'm just talking out loud in general about how things are and asking how do these things happen if we are being watched over and protected.
My ex-girlfriend's mom once said she didn't believe in God. She said "why would there be all this violence, hate and air pollution if God did exist?". Now I have a theory. First I would like to say that I do feel there is something out there. I don't know what. If anything I should restate myself by saying I hope there is something great out there. Air pollution, hate violence etc exist because man is uncontrollable. My thought is that the supreme being jump started us ( not in seven days). I feel that what we, the human race , has become is something shameful and embarrasing. I feel God may have left us to move on to other things. Maybe for a race that wont use the planet they were given and just flush it away.
Something I find interesting about people that are dedicated to the idea of God is that they are sometimes the most violent people you could ever meet. The idea of God is supposed to be one of peace, love, forgiveness. Not vengeance, violence, hate and beating the shit out of people who are different. Remember when Jesus "invaded" Jerusleum? He had his men setup outposts and forced people to convert to his ways or else pay the penalty. The would be stripped down and pictures would be taken of them. And who can forget about the time Buddha beat the shit out of fags, that was a horribe time too.
I guess what I'm getting at is God is a theory. There are so many different religions out there that the idea to die or kill for it seems peposterous. Please stop using God as an excuse to lead wars, hurt people who are different than you, and be ignorant. Remember, as aI preached before, that the idea of God is one of forgiving and love. That's how you should be too.
By: Jeans Pants | Thursday, June 08, 2006 at 12:57 AM | |
Yeah thats right, you guessed it. Today is the Satanists Easter. So to all you devil worshipping, Lucifer loving, murdering, rapist evil followers out there, Happy Easter.
By: Jeans Pants | Tuesday, June 06, 2006 at 12:27 AM | |
I actually need to run out the door so this will be short. Tomorrow in the early AM Mike, Amanda and their crew are leaving to film the pilot for Project Pedal. Please visit them at either
http://caliblog.com/ or
http://www.projectpedal.com/and wish them luck. They will be gone for about 10 days so to them I have to say "Good journey" =0).
By: Jeans Pants | Sunday, June 04, 2006 at 1:03 PM | |
I think some people might get confused on where I stand on Christianity. I just wanted people to know that I'm cool with whatever you believe in. As for my relationship with Jesus, I know the guy personally. Really I do. I got a picture of me and him right here...
See, Jesus and Me.
That's a show I plan to pitch to the networks. Not Fox though, they have no idea what to do with a good thing when they have it.
By: Jeans Pants | Saturday, June 03, 2006 at 12:17 AM | |
First, I've noticed that I start alot of my paragraphs with the word "So". Second...
So two weeks ago I had the pleasure of sitting through the film adaptation of "The Davinci Code". Oh did I say the "pleasure" because I meant to say Dis-pleasure of feeling my eternal sole burned by satans flame as I sat through this blasphemous adventure of lies. But than, one week later, I went to see a movie I thought would save my sole from the previous weeks excursion. I was wrong.
I sat through X-men The Last Stand. I movie that involves people that have become superheroes through , get this, EV-OL-LU-TION. The idea that people may one day evolve and develop powers such asthe ability to heal fast, telepathy and telekinisis is about as absurd as the theory that we , the human race, are some how related to monkeys and were once ghastly creatures like cavemen or Jews.
I am trying to save your soul america. This movie had so many sins in it that by the end of the movie I felt my skin burn as if someone had thrown acid on it. Kind of like how a gay person probably feels when they enter a church. . I have an idea, why not instead of spending your 10 dollars to see X-men you just send your money directly to Osama Bin Laden or Sadam Hussein or the Democrats because every penny this film earns just helps fund Satans rise to power.
Here's my message to the writers and creators of this Devil's franchise. I challenge you. Let's see your evolution freedom fighters take on me and my gang of apostles and prophets. Than by the end, we'll see who has the stronger mind, Xavier, or the great Jesus Christ.
Last thing I'd like to say is thank the Lord that mutants don't exist among us. Im sure that if they did the power of God would lead us to do something smart to keep us segregated. Like maybe send the mutants some place south and than build a giant wall, say maybe the size of 4 states, that way there wouldn't be a way for them to co-exist in out society with us.
By: Jeans Pants | Thursday, June 01, 2006 at 8:09 PM | |
Tonight was a big night. An exciting night. I saw Superman Returns. I was never a huge Superman fan. With the exception of Kryptonite, Superman is unstoppable, and Kryptonite isn't easy for a villain to find unless your name is Lex Luthor. I am a big fan of "good" movies with action, and good directors. This movie had both.
The movie itself was very good. I dont want to tell the story like most critics do, I just want to say that since this movie is a sequel, and good sequels are hard to do, that this sequel was exciting to sit through. I would see it again in a heart beat. What Superman lacks, and this is for all Superman movies and sometimes the comics, is lack of a good villain to fight. Lex Luthor is awesome, but I would still loved to see some kind of Royal Rumble with Superman and anyone else. Maybe someday we'll get to see Superman fight Doomsday (the guy who beat Superman to his death in the comic books 15 years ago). Luthor is played by kevin Spacey in this movie. I felt Spacey lit up the screen in every scene he was in. I enjoyed his performance. Although I do feel some people may be disapointed. I know a alot of people that didn't like Gene Hackmans Lex Luthor and i'm afraid Spacey does a good Homage to Hackman in this film.
One thing about this movie I want to defend from critics are the accusations that Brandon Routh who plays the Man of Steele is dry, flat and boring. I highly dis-agree. I felt his Clark Kent was hilarious, in fact I wanted more, and his Superman, well, how do you play a strong confident super hero. You play it with strength and confidence and that's exactly what Routh did.
