The Complete Poetic Works of Michael Madsen, Vol. I: 1995-2005

MEN
I suspect
That all great men
Have,
At one time
Or another,
Sat on the edge
Of the bed alone
And wondered
If anything
They ever did
Really mattered.

COME BACK, COME BACK, STAY SOBER!!

I feel somewhat remorseful - I obliterated their entire cause!
-- Z. Colt

We want to see the ying-and-the-yang tattoo...

I've been on a T.G. kick lately, and I can't decipher the reason. It could have something to do with that wonderful NBC show, Celeb Apprentice, which was Mr. Green's latest stab into the mainstream. I've only seen one episode of this season's - and hey, I'll be honest, it was just a fun, all-around entertaining hour of my time!

The commercials - amazing... The celebrities - at the top of their game (Scott Hamilton: A+)... and I learned some really impressive new business tips. So, no complaints here!

But that Trump, I tell ya... is there any medium he can't conquer?!

He is an Olympic Gymnast

FLAWLESS

Early Tom Green shit could not/cannot be touched!

Jump Into the Fire

This unstoppable sequence popped in my head as I was maddeningly scrambling around Muncie earlier today, and I just had to prorate it to my online following. Now I'm in the Bracken library by myself on a Friday evening 'cuz I can't access the Innernette from my shanty...

But hey, might ass well download another Jam album while I'm at it!

Ain't that right, Tommy?!

A Dead-On Representation of a Night on the Town with Zolt...

I honest-to-God tensed up when I watched this scene for the first time. Cuz believe me, I've been there, babe!

Sour Times...

Tonight I drove to Marion, IN because I heard a commercial over the airwaves yesterday about a seminar that was being hosted at the Hotel Marion, with tips on how to break-into the lucrative business of work-at-home medical transcription. Well, I went, out of sheer desperation, in hopes of finding a better way to make money than working at a goddamned bedding factory. Much to my surprise, it was a complete waste. Upon stepping into the musty, shit-brown lobby of the hotel, I found myself in the company of all walks of life, all from around the east-central Indiana area. The majority of them were obese old women with bald spots. But they were nice. There was even a point during the seminar in which we were ordered to "greet the person next to you," and the gorgeous old gal to my left turned and said, "Hi, I'm Cindy. I'm unemployed!" and laughed. Boy, was that the fun part.

The rest of the seminar consisted of this voluptuous woman named Monica in slight-goth attire describing how she changed her life around through the magic of work-at-home medical transcription, which could be obtained through purchasing a few "texts books," a Mavis Beacon Typing Tutor CD-Rom and taking "a few online quizzes" all for the slim price of $599! And through these simple, but highly educational quizzes, you could obtain the equivalent of an actual college degree! Boy, the crowd loved that part.

But I wasn't buying all the schmaltz, and got outta there before I burst my spread -not before taking a piss down the hall, mind you.

But hey, the trip wasn't a total waste: I mean, I got to go sight-seeing through Marion, IN after-dark, and I got a free purple pen. Not to mention the two cute high school girls in letterman jackets in the back row who smirked at me!


All in all,
Great Nite and Great Job!