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Dinosaurs

When I was just four my entire world was consumed by that of another one, a more interesting one… One of dinosaurs and danger. This primeval universe of the dead and gone filled my life, waking and asleep, but not one dinosaur more than Razor the T-Rex.

Razor the T-Rex was my first dinosaur toy and my favorite object in the whole wide world. My dad and I used to get on my carpeted floor and “play dinosaurs” until we had to eat breakfast. He was always Tank the Triceratops and I was Razor the T-Rex. We would pretend that the food was all gone and that the Evil King Raider the Allosaurus was hoarding it all for himself in his castle (on the bed). Razor, being the thoughtful chieftain of predators, would go with his friend Tank and bring back the food (making friends with Raider on the way), and save all of the dinosaurs of Peaceful Valley. They would worship Razor’s red and blue striped hide along with his mighty roar.

Razor was my life and my greatest companion when I was young. He brought me closer to my dad than I would have ever been without his help. I owe a lot to that little hunk of wires and plastic. So that is why he is my favorite childhood memory. Because he IS my childhood.

This video is a tribute to how much fun another kid and his dad can have with a few dinosaurs.

Good screen, great sound, better movies, and dinner to boot! The Alamo Draft House- The Village is my favorite place in Texas!

The Alamo Draft House is my favorite place because it is so fun to go to!  Other theaters pepper you with adds and long  intros. Not my Alamo!  Others would have us suffer through long winded adds, Where as The Alamo gives us old movie trivia, black-and-white cartoons, and random foreign commercials.

Not to mention the food! It is so much more convenient than having to go out before or after a movie, In fact I probably couldn’t even go to movies if we had to do both (what with all of the blogging I’m forced to do!)

They also do special nights as well. Such as ninja turtle night, which I loved when I was eight, where there was: all of the pizza you could have eaten, a ninja turtle pop-quiz, and the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle movie.  Also an old Japanese sci-fi to laugh at movie night *imagine super-dubbed baf-acting English*

Old inventor: what if I said that I could give you “Thunder-bolt Fists!”

Ultraman: I could have such a thing?!!?!?

To encompass all of the above I would have to say that I like The Alamo Draft House because it gives me time to enjoy all of my weird nerdy desires on the big screen.

Blazing through the universe at the speed of a TARDIS, they travel on the tweed jacket of the greatest warrior ever known. Bow ties are cool!

First off bow ties are the symbol of dapperizm (dapperness?) across the universe. Think of a man in a tux and top hat with a neck tie, now think of him with a bow tie. Truly the man would be nearly four hundred per-cent as dapper. Likely the man in the neck tie could be described as dapper-in-the-way-that-a-rotting-squirrel-carcass-is-if-you-gave-it-a-hat (yum). Truly no gentleman has ever come forth with (I shudder to think) a bolo tie or something as hideously non-dapper as that.

Most importantly of all The Doctor thinks they are cool. I shouldn’t need to go on but for the terribly unenlightened souls not yet touched by the doctors old eyes and quirky demeanor. The doctor is the time traveling, “fantastic!” saying, fez wearing, sontaran clubbing, screwdriver blasting, “RUN!” yelling, cyberman lecturing super-Time Lord of the BBC, and gosh darn it if he says bow ties are cool they are COOL!!!

Bow ties have become the symbol of the 11th reincarnation of The Doctor throughout his time as The Doctor. There is no other way to say it, bow ties are cool.

(If you haven’t guessed I’m a Whovian) Sorry for writing this terrible post, bye

PppffffftHAHahahaha I splutter through my orange juice at approximately 10:13 on a Saturday morning, listening to my favorite radio show. Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me is head-over-heels funny!

Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me is funny to me because I keep up with current events, they make lots of references to events like the Winter Olympics. To enjoy Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me you also need a (to say it frankly) tiny bit more complex style of humor. If your type of comedy is people slipping on ice and falling into puddles than go watch AFV or some vines. To like Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me you need to be able to sit through some boring parts to get through to the gold. Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me is about the funniest news stories of the week, whether they got good coverage or not. For the start of every episode they give a quote to some fan who called in who must decode who said it. The also pull in an expert on something/anything for every episode to play “Not My Job” a game where they must answer questions about very different things. For example this week the man who wrote the two volume book about Elvis Presley had to answer questions about K-pop, the Korean pop music that became popular with GANGNAM STYLE.. . You also learn some useless facts about anything I learned that some fans can recognize disguised K pop artists by their arms, and k-pop artists can’t eat or drink after 7:00 pm lest they get fat (or hydrated I’d imagine).

Anyway, Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me is on KUT at 10:00am every Saturday. It’s a lot more funny than I made it sound… trust me. So try it. Wait Wait will make you wet your pants– in a good way

sorry for writing this terrible post (i’ll be ending all of my posts with that from now on) bye

 Fear, I used to think it was just a chemical response to outer stimuli that the mind senses to be dangerous, a rustling in the trees, a shadow masking too much for its own good. Silly stupid Jeff how idiotic I was THE FEAR ARE REAL, REALLY REAL. Not just a…

“Silly stupid Jeffery Evil wretch you are”

it escapes my mouth I turn. no one is there “good no one heard, good ” then it hit me “no one knows I’m here, no one knows I’m here”. I fall down crying out for the pain in my side. something stood beside me-my fear…. everyone had one

no one else has ever seen another ones fear, they never show up when anyone else is around.

Your true fear… “you can never know what it is until you see it, and then you realize it could have never been anything else.”

my fear stood beside me silent, all of the fear are silent. that is something that The Fear taught us, the difference between themselves and terror (God forbid that might be a race too), terror is universal a monster, a charging yak, drowning on a boat, loud, boisterous, vying for attention. But Fear that is different, personal, something you have to develop silent prowling. Fear is your terror, everyone would be scared in a sinking boat but if that is your Fear you would be numb, Fearful, unable to move, in a word   dead. I turned……

photo by morguefile edited by way of photolab

should I keep going or drop it, or maybe change something in the next excerpt?

Real Steel, movies, and time-space reality itself are the topics of today’s discussion. Have you ever wondered if whatever was just done in your big budget blockbusters was possible, so have I. recently I watched the movie Real Steel, and it got me thinking, would it be possible by 2016 to have giant gory robots replacing giant gory men boxing? Would boxing become the favorite sport of many, and in the time it takes a robot to punch through a piece of scrap win over the children that boxing was too awful for prior. Also even if it was in the budget and the know how World Robot Boxing might not even be feasible as a sport. Zeus, the giant amazing death bot world champ would have already tanked the sport. There would be no WRB if no one even has a chance against Zeus, there would be no money in it. So in conclusion, movies are good and at least they abide by the 1st and last Gabe’s law of movie physics “there are no physics in movies”

What is the name for the ridges under your nose.

Today’s dog, today’s mother, today’s cat, today had a good day, today’s day was good.

Todays daily question of the random interval is:
What is the politically correct term for an adult male who obsesses over “my little pony”?

                                                              (post a comment with the answer)