... I'll plug another friend. I've known this cat since Kindergarten, for fuck's sake.
Great guy. Check out his blog.
..It's kinda like this one... Except well written. ;)
Knock 'em dead, Timmy.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Chris Fuckin' Bones....
See that beautiful new banner at the top of this page? That artistic masterpiece is courtesy of this BAD MOTHER FUCKER...... Ladies and gentlemen, meet Chris Burns AKA Chris Bones. For those of you that aren't familiar with his work, here's a tasty little sampler....
... And that is just some of my personal favorites....
I'll be posting random nuggets of this guy's fucking brilliance through the next couple of weeks. In the meantime, here are some links to get yourself fully familiar with the incomparable Mister Bones:
http://mister-bones.deviantart.com/http://www.chrisbones.com/
One last thing....
I can't thank you enough Bones... Dave
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
The Project MayHAM Rant.....
What to say... What to say...
I think I'm going out of my fucking mind. The absurdity of life. Every time you think you can coast for a second, another intersection with a red light comes out of nowhere. If I did what most people do and consider it "fate".. orrr... "God"... or pretend, like most people do, that the bad things in my life are somehow self inflicted... I would probably feel better. At least on the surface. But fuck that.. Those stupid excuses ( And believe me.. That's all they are..) are a coping mechanism for avoiding the REAL truth about life. Most people you know think they have it all figured out. When the fact of the matter is... They haven't got a clue. And it scares them. They bury themselves in debt to somehow fill an unfillable hole inside themselves. They go to church to pretend that everything is in the hands of God so that they don't have to face the paralyzing fact that, yes.. It is out of their hands... But nobody is steering.
We're all on a collision course with death. Just like every other living organism on this planet. People have this retarded idea that just because we have thoughts.. and feelings... That we're somehow more important than everything else. Or that somehow some intangible father figure in the fucking sky designed us and is making the decisions upstairs about all the things that we encounter in our lifetime.....Nope. We lucked out... We have the biggest brains... That's it. It's THAT simple. And someday, every single one of us will die. And after we die, there is nothing. Just like every other animal. There is no "ant heaven"... No "beaver hell".. I'm pretty sure all of us would agree on that... So why the fuck would there be a "People Heaven"? Or any afterlife whatsoever? Because we can internalize our thoughts? Because we can fucking THINK? That's our advantage. It's also our greatest disadvantage. I can't build a dam outta sticks... And I sure as hell can't carry three hundred times my weight either. But I sure as hell can trick myself into thinking that any of this fucking shit matters in a way none of us can quite understand. Do you see what you're doing? You're thinking yourselves in circles. You're born, you live and then you die. Period. End of story. Any lessons about Heaven and Hell in the bible were fucking metaphors. If you're a good person your LIFE will be Heaven... You don't go anywhere when you DIE, stupid. Smarten up.
But that's a very strange and frightening concept. All the things you see.... All the things around you.... Everything you love. .. Will disappear. Forever. If you are reading this, life will still be just like it is now in the year 2347. And you will not see it. You won't be looking down from above and smiling. You will not be with your family and friends and pets that you loved while you were alive. You won't be burning in an eternal hellfire either. You.. Will be gone. What was once your body will have long since disintegrated into the ground soil around what once was your cozy little coffin in some ancient cemetery that is holding up construction of a brand new Target.
Someone once told me the secret to keeping your sanity in this world:
Don't sweat the small stuff... And it's ALL small stuff. Every bit of it. Family? Bills? Work? Friends? They are all tiny little pieces to the big fucking unsolvable puzzle. The truth is. There is no puzzle. Stop trying to figure out what it all fucking MEANS. It doesn't mean SHIT. It all just is... Do what the animals do.. Take it one day at a time until there ain't any more days left...I've kept it pretty basic. Not quite Fight Club style... But as close as one can come to it while raising a fucking family. I live in a Mobile home that's falling apart. I drive a car that's falling apart... I have no mortgage. I have no car payment. No credit cards... I manage.
Just think about it... It's late. I'm going to bed
I think I'm going out of my fucking mind. The absurdity of life. Every time you think you can coast for a second, another intersection with a red light comes out of nowhere. If I did what most people do and consider it "fate".. orrr... "God"... or pretend, like most people do, that the bad things in my life are somehow self inflicted... I would probably feel better. At least on the surface. But fuck that.. Those stupid excuses ( And believe me.. That's all they are..) are a coping mechanism for avoiding the REAL truth about life. Most people you know think they have it all figured out. When the fact of the matter is... They haven't got a clue. And it scares them. They bury themselves in debt to somehow fill an unfillable hole inside themselves. They go to church to pretend that everything is in the hands of God so that they don't have to face the paralyzing fact that, yes.. It is out of their hands... But nobody is steering.
We're all on a collision course with death. Just like every other living organism on this planet. People have this retarded idea that just because we have thoughts.. and feelings... That we're somehow more important than everything else. Or that somehow some intangible father figure in the fucking sky designed us and is making the decisions upstairs about all the things that we encounter in our lifetime.....Nope. We lucked out... We have the biggest brains... That's it. It's THAT simple. And someday, every single one of us will die. And after we die, there is nothing. Just like every other animal. There is no "ant heaven"... No "beaver hell".. I'm pretty sure all of us would agree on that... So why the fuck would there be a "People Heaven"? Or any afterlife whatsoever? Because we can internalize our thoughts? Because we can fucking THINK? That's our advantage. It's also our greatest disadvantage. I can't build a dam outta sticks... And I sure as hell can't carry three hundred times my weight either. But I sure as hell can trick myself into thinking that any of this fucking shit matters in a way none of us can quite understand. Do you see what you're doing? You're thinking yourselves in circles. You're born, you live and then you die. Period. End of story. Any lessons about Heaven and Hell in the bible were fucking metaphors. If you're a good person your LIFE will be Heaven... You don't go anywhere when you DIE, stupid. Smarten up.
But that's a very strange and frightening concept. All the things you see.... All the things around you.... Everything you love. .. Will disappear. Forever. If you are reading this, life will still be just like it is now in the year 2347. And you will not see it. You won't be looking down from above and smiling. You will not be with your family and friends and pets that you loved while you were alive. You won't be burning in an eternal hellfire either. You.. Will be gone. What was once your body will have long since disintegrated into the ground soil around what once was your cozy little coffin in some ancient cemetery that is holding up construction of a brand new Target.
Someone once told me the secret to keeping your sanity in this world:
Don't sweat the small stuff... And it's ALL small stuff. Every bit of it. Family? Bills? Work? Friends? They are all tiny little pieces to the big fucking unsolvable puzzle. The truth is. There is no puzzle. Stop trying to figure out what it all fucking MEANS. It doesn't mean SHIT. It all just is... Do what the animals do.. Take it one day at a time until there ain't any more days left...I've kept it pretty basic. Not quite Fight Club style... But as close as one can come to it while raising a fucking family. I live in a Mobile home that's falling apart. I drive a car that's falling apart... I have no mortgage. I have no car payment. No credit cards... I manage.
Just think about it... It's late. I'm going to bed
Stop trying to control everything and.. Just Let GO..... Tyler Durden
There's an escape: Drop out of the race .....Phil Anselmo
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Petrus T. Ratajczyk .....
...January 4, 1962 – April 14, 2010
...Better known by his stage name Peter Steele(Click HERE for the Wiki)...He was the brilliant, but tortured singer/ bass player for Fallout, thrash legends Carnivore, and goth metal pioneers Type O Negative...
He was 48.
I had the good fortune to get my ass kicked by Type O at Ozzfest '97... Pete.. you will be sorely missed...
Monday, April 5, 2010
Sorry for The Hiatus......
....But FUCK.... I need a Fresca..... Fresca is so tasty and delicious. It's cool, refreshing and delightful! There is nothing better than watching the opening day of Red Sox Baseball and having the satisfaction of knowing that you managed to get the last Fresca from your scumbag friend who has been busting your balls all night.
So, Fresca.....
This Fresca is for YOU!
So, Fresca.....
This Fresca is for YOU!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Apologies For The Hiatus....
... Lotsa personal shit going on. Never fear. The ball will continue to roll very soon. Big Cat. Get off your ass and post something. Faggot.
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