They could have called it “War Machine”, that would have worked too.
I’m excited. Robert Downey Jr. plays an excellent Tony Stark, Sam Jackson at least makes an appearance, Mickey Rourke as the bad guy, Gwyneth Paltrow and Scarlett Johansson make excellent redheads… and did I mention WAR MACHINE?
May 7th, kiddies. I can’t wait.
Hoozyrdady.
I’ve been uninspired of late, hence no updates. Everyone is doing well, Christmas is drawing near, and I have nothing worth sharing, or at least nothing I feel like sharing. I am content with life at the moment. My feet are up and there is usually a refreshing beverage close at hand. The young ‘uns are healthy, The Loverly Wife continues to make my heart pitter-patter, and as far as I’m concerned all is well with the world.
In case this dry spell goes on for longer than expected, I wish you all a Wonderful Christmas, full of Love and Good Cheer!
Hoozyrdady.
The Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show was on last night. Yeah, I skipped it.
Before you start wondering about my manliness and all… let me ask you – Why would I want to watch a bunch’a underfed, skinny chicks strutting around with their ribs poking out and no boobies? Hell, I could wrap one meaty paw around any leg in the joint. Bleah.
No thank you very much.
Gimme a woman with some meat on her. Some nice jumblies, muscular legs, and more ass than what you’d find on a ten year old boy would be great.
Take for example Elin Nordegren, 
aka Mrs. Tiger “Don’t hit me with that golf club” Woods.
That there is what a woman looks like, my friends. Notice the hips; plenty to grab a hold of and you know the backside is MMM-MMM Ju-say.
Huh. For a former model there is a surprising lack of shots of said booty. Odd.
Anyways. Last night I skipped The Big O’s speech, caught a re-run of NCIS, then headed down to the Command Center for some Mass Effect. I stumbled into bed around 1:30 in the A.M. Sshhhh don’t tell The Wife.
It was a rough session of “Saving the Universe”. We lost two good people. I may have to undo last nights adventure, load an old Save and try to keep one of the team members alive. Especially since he makes an appearance in Mass Effect 2… if he doesn’t buy the farm in ME1.
Hoozyrdady.
Do you know what would look fantastic mounted on a wall down in the Underground Command Center?
A Colonial Marine Pulse Rifle. Yeah Baby!
Since the real thing doesn’t exist, I’d happily settle for one of these replicas.
| The result is the most accurate replica ever produced, a “must have” for any Aliens fan! Features include: • Aluminum Shrouds the same dimensions as the original “Hero” Pulse Rifle. • Metal retractable shoulder stock • Metal barrel vent • Removable magazine • Light up LED counter display– sets at “95” when the magazine is inserted • Moving “Grenade Launcher” pump handle • Themed wall display plaque • Accurate “Brown Bess” colored shrouds |
Only $899! I could get that much for one of the kids, don’t you think?
Aw, nuts… Sold out!
So sad now. It’s not too late to mail Santa my wish list, is it?
Hoozyrdady.
I spent the entire weekend in a mental fog, how about you? Thanksgiving went real well, we had a packed table with friends and family. A good time was had by all.
I slept most of the weekend, or it seems like it. Saturday night we went to my bar with some friends and I drank almost enough beer. Must try harder next time.
I’ve misplaced my camping knife. A visit to the Thrift Store failed to turn up any good carbon steel blades, but I did find two thick stainless steel kitchen knives. The bench grinder and a china mart stone but a new edge on one of them. It survived the initial tests; With a baton it reduced a pine plank to kindling, but was piss poor at shaving a feather stick. The edge survived, but I need to work on it some more. Next, I need to make two sheaths, one for this knife and another for my camp saw. I’ll post something on the projects page in the near future.
I am so dragging ass, this the Monday After. Could be the usual Monday Blahs with some residual tryptophan yet to clear the system.
Here’s a pick me up to jumpstart the ticker.
Hoozyrdady.
