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19 January 2012 @ 07:36 pm

Yes you are Andy Whitfield, and forever, no matter how good or bad your replacement is, will be the one and only actor who could portray the strength, the presence and soul of the immortal icon Spartacus. With your own hands to have helped mold your character, you've assured an immortal name yourself.


Okay, so apparently, as usual, I'm always late discovering shocking news, like the fact the actor Andy Whitfield who played Spartacus in the titled Stars show, died last year. September 11 to be exact, a day after my birthday.

Why, God why?!

And I'm not just talking about because of his hotness, 'cause I mean, that's pretty obvious. That strong jaw, those piercing blue eyes and that body...yeah, undeniable. But it's like, he was just 39, not even forty yet and only just beginning in the height of his career. He seemed like a good man, all and all, so I don't know, I just feel like they've taken a man in his prime that would have probably done so much more. It's sad, so sad!

Andy Whitfield forever <3









In the heavens you are now with the real Spartacus, no doubt sparring the nights away
RIP Andy
 
 
Current Location: In Spartacus' cell
Current Mood: gloomygloomy
Current Music: 300 Soundtrack
 
 
jocusdorkus
16 January 2012 @ 07:45 pm
I don't care if the official buy out was back in August of 2009 and that it's been two and a half years since Disney bought Marvel.
Or that I found out about it months ago and had a little rant on Facebook.


I'M STILL REELING IN PAIN


My initial reaction was shocked confusion. For a second, everything seemed to have flipped upside down.


Then, then it was just anger.
Why Stan, WHY?!



So I googled. Confirmed it was true. It had a date and everything.
And I just can't get over it!



So I googled some more.
And I found therapy through comics.

If to numb the pain, just a little.












 
 
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Current Music: The Death March
 
 
jocusdorkus
08 January 2012 @ 07:04 pm
I think this livejournal is a yearly thing for me. And I swear, the year and two days exactly after my last post was not planned! If only I had that kind of order in my life -_-

I'm not going to try so hard from now on and just accept that my main consistency in life is my inconsistency. Which is an oxymoron in and of itself. Oi

Also, I'm not going to bother reciting resolutions, 'cause obviously they didn't go so well last time. No, no, instead I'mma DO rather than just bla bla bla talk/write it down.

In the immortal words of Vinnie Jones:

"Change (Vinnie Jones Intro)"
You see I know change
I see change
I embody change
All we do is change
Yeah, I know change

We are born to change
We sometimes regard it as a metaphor
That reflects the way things ought to be

In fact change takes time
It exceeds all expectations
It requires both now and then
See although the players change
The song remains the same
And the truth is
You gotta have the balls to change


And I am SO gonna rock this hair this year!
 
 
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jocusdorkus
06 January 2011 @ 04:16 am
Wow...I can't believe that it's 2011. Which would only conclude that it's been over a year and a half since I last posted anything on this journal. Hmm, I think that would officially be the longest hiatus I've ever taken. *lesigh* 

Well, it's a new year and therefore, a couple of resolutions with it. Not that I'm all about resolutions, considering for the past couple of years my sole resolution had been having NO resolutions. You may laugh, but at least I accomplished it each and every time! HA!

However, seeing as that I already had a couple of resolutions to adhere to, I figured I might as well stamp the New Year in front of it for good measure. There aren't that many, nor terribly ambitious, but a good start to get myself in the direction of...somewhere.

For one, I really need to go back to school and not half ass it as usual. I want to finish photography and start up Literature and history. Ultimate goal for that is getting an A.S. in Photographic Technology and Bachelors in English Literature (or Creative Writing), minoring in History. But that's for the eventuality of graduating, for starters it's just getting my butt up and away at school.

Also, I've since decided that my short story series was in much need of some cosmetic surgery. I've been re-vamping a lot, including what format would be best to present them in (a Novelette or a shorter Novel). Either choice, I'm still debating whether to make it heavily influenced on Pulp Fiction styles or just slightly or not at all. Though, even if I don't end up making this series in the lime light of Pulp Fiction, I will eventually create one that will. (If it's anyone's guess, I love Pulp Fiction <3) 

So, that's in the works and I do intended on adding snippets here and there of my progress. The end goal with that is cranking out a piece I can actually publish, if not by the end of this year (unfortunately, realistically speaking of course), then for early next year. Lets get the ball rolling on this freak train, Yeah! 

The newsletter I started with my best friend Adrian is another to add to the list of "gotta start this shiznit up again". For one, on a very positive note, I found a much better way in which to stuff the newsletter in people's e-mail inboxes. No more individual images! And with that I pledge my allegiance to Microsoft's Publisher. Don't care what anyone what else says. On an even better note, the before mentioned Adrian is also on the band wagon to start it up again, though he already started Law School (the shame! lol), but this time around he'll be helping me as much as he can. Which is really all I can or would ask for. We've actually already sketched out the theme for this month, so progress is already full steam ahead! 

And...le gasp! I think I'm out of resolutions...Oh wait. No, nevermind. One left and that's getting healthy! Ha yes, I join the masses, though my intention is not loosing weight per se as just making sure I don't croak anytime soon from my poor, very poor yet delicious fries diet. 'Tis the hardest me thinks...

Now, considering we're only a year away from the ever apocalyptic presence of 2012, I leave with an image that made my sides splits in pure laughter. 

-And Jocus has just left the building-
 
 
Current Location: In Resolution Land
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Current Music: The Bigger the Figure - Louis Primo
 
 
jocusdorkus
12 March 2009 @ 03:36 am
Wow, it's been a while since I've written anything... Well, if anybody says anything, it can't be about my consistency at being inconsistent... *shiftysmile*

And I come back baring dreams...yep, and here you thought you were safe from any more of the insanity that ensues in my mind during the odd sleeping hours of the day. Yeah well, wrong!

Well this dream, amazing for only about an hour's worth, is quite stupid long, so I'll just start it from what I remember and from there, well just bare with me. At least it was funny enough to keep me laughing for a good twenty minutes after I woke up! :P

It starts with me coming to this University campus from...I have no idea where, and oddly enough, I'm not physically myself, but instead I look like the girl from Gilmore Girls (Alexis Bledel) and please, don't ask me why her 'cause I'm still trying to figure that out :P So yeah, I'm there and apparently I've been having this really bad day, like, absolutely everything that could go wrong, did and I'm not taking it like a trooper. At all. Heh.

Care to know how bad? Well, at one moment as I'm entering what I believe was the lounge on campus, several people came up to me and started asking me things and what not, and just like that I started screaming at all of them. Like, not just a tad of higher volume yelling, but actually screaming my lungs out to them as I practically insulted them. Then suddenly a guy I recognized as a close friend approached me all worried and asking me what was wrong. “Everything's wrong!” I tell him and then continue to explain to him how it somehow seemed like I had swallowed the whole of bad juju and was ingesting it badly, 'cause no matter what I did or didn't do for that matter, everything went wrong. It was like Murphey's Law gone overload. Then, somebody else came, another good friend apparently, and he said something that for some reason or another I found was emotionally inducing and I can't even compare it to the wails of a banshee. I mean literally, I began sobbing hysterically and raving just as madly and everyone around me was beginning to freak out too (can ya blame them?) :P

So then, that same friend, worried that I'd have some kind of mental breakdown or something (which I'm pretty sure I was on the verge of), he tried to calm me down with the promise of fresh baked bagels at some new cafe/diner they had just built on campus, which supposedly had the best bagels of life and bla bla. Well, it did manage to calm me down, remembering that I was hungry and a hot steamy bagel sounded like the best thing since sliced bread. So there we go, I'm finally cheering up, except that at a distance we see roaring flames bursting from a building. We're confused as hell and wondering what in the world was going on, so we run up to a gathering crowd and I voice out loud my musings. A stranger next to me turns to me and tells me that it's the new bagel place, something about one of the chefs having fallen asleep. Of course, this added to the rest of my days and I was furious once again “well fuckin' A! Just my LUCK!”

Absolutely distraught, I looked around and realized it was getting dark already and the urgency to get home before the night would fall completely overwhelmed me. By then I had reverted to my old self, and with me was a much younger girl, not my sister but rather a friend I took care during the day. I didn't have car, so I had to walk home. Taking the girl's hand, I walked up to the street's corner that was just across the burning new cafe/diner. As I waited for the light to change, I realized the same guy who had informed me about the fire was going the same way, and remembering that I had to go through a stretch of really bad neighborhoods, I asked if he minded walking us home. “Not at all” he said, and with the assurance of having a guy escort us, we walked on.

The girl with me was really nervous though, talking about how bad the neighborhood was and from the looks of it, it was horribly run down. I try to quell her worries with the fact that we had the guy to walk us home and that no one would try to get us. Of course, just then, an Olds Mobile (with spinners no less, heh) suddenly drove onto the sidewalk between us and the man. Three guys jumped out of the car, a hispanic guy I didn't recognize and the other two were actually actors from the TV show on NBC Heroes. Milo Ventimiglia Photobucket and Masi Oka Photobucket . Of course, they were gangafied, and once they were out of the car, they attacked the guy, warning him to make a run for it or else. Meanwhile I tried to hide the girl away from them, looking around and trying to find some route of escape, but soon enough they were turning on us. However, they only really wanted me, so at least they let the girl go, but Milo took hold of me, and him and the other hispanic guy had guns stuffed in their belts, so I went with them with little struggle. He pushed me into the back seat of the car, quickly climbing in himself and he starts yelling at the other guy to hurry up before they're seen. So the driver backs up hastily and hits the pedal, speeding up for about ten feet when he suddenly stopped and turned sharply into a driveway of what looked like a small beaten down house. I was like “wtf?” All that commotion for ten feet? “Shit, I've been kidnapped by morons!” And not only did they hurry unnecessarily, but they hit one of the parked cars while parking the car. I was like “D'oh!”

So then I'm getting out of the car and Masi suddenly decides he's gonna carry me inside to prevent from me running away. However, that didn't go to well. By the look on his face, I swore that he was about to pop a vein. I insisted that he let me down, that I wouldn't run away if he let me go. The look of gratitude on his face was priceless :D So, I walked with them in toe, suddenly realizing that I was barefoot and had about the skimpiest clothing on. No wonder they took me! Lol. As soon as I walked in I was like “Wtf?!” yet again, because what looked like a beaten down house from the outside looked like a freakin' mansion from the inside. O_o Yeah, I don't know... Now aside from the skimping clothing, I also realize that I need a bath, and I told them that I'd do anything just as long as they'd let me take a bath, which they let me thankfully.

That however proved to be a feat in itself. To make an already long ass dream a bit shorter, let's just say that I found their smaller sister in the bathtub, not showering but working on making this funky, snazzy weird ass hairdo. She was nice enough though, even let me use her towel once she left. In the mist of showering, the 'shower curtain' turns into a sliding door (like the see through patio ones) and that's when I begin struggling for just a tad of privacy, especially considering the rest of the family arrived soon after. Their parents had turned on the tv right when the news was talking about a missing girl (moi) and if anyone had seen her to call and whatever. Apparently I hadn't been the first one the boys had kidnapped 'cause the parents were furious “Again?! OMG! I can't believe them!” (man that made me crack up when I woke up). Then as I'm trying to finish, their older sister goes into the shower and sneaks in with me, and again I'm like “Wtf?!” She makes a move on me and I'm like, “yeah, sorry, no...” and finally relents leaving me to finish. Once I step outside, I meet the rest of the family (apparently all siblings are adopted), including their grandmother who was a trip. “They're really not that bad, they're just...stupid.” ^o^' Haha.

Needless to say, this made my morning. :D
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jocusdorkus
02 February 2008 @ 03:47 pm
So, just yesterday I was ranting to Aid about how weary I'm becoming of my job, especially since it's in an office kind of setting, and to worsen it, the government kind, no matter how in-directly we're working with them. Then she suggested I watched The Office and to be more like Michael. Either they'd love me or fire me, but at least I'd be able to bear with it and that just made me curious. I had never seen The Office, though often heard of it, and at the time when it began, just the mere idea of an office turned me away, but now that I'm working in one, I said, what the hell. So I started looking up quotes, specifically for Michael Scott's and omg...I so totally am him! Ha, that was just too funny. Of course a little downgraded 'cause I'm certainly not the boss (yet), but the humor and crazy outbursts is there alright. Though after reading quotes and watching a couple of vids on youtube, I'd my favorites are Michael, Dwight and especially Jim...heh.

So of course, I just have to celebrate this new found love...'tis so exciting! And might I add home much love Wikiquote? Seriously, it's like luff in a webpage! ^_~

Here we go!


Diversity Day [1.2]
Jim: (after Dwight hangs up on the person Jim is talking to) Thanks Dwight.
Dwight: Retaliation. Tit for tit.
Jim: That is not the expression
Dwight: Well it should be.

Pam: [during a role-playing exercise] Okay, if I have to do this, based on stereotypes that are totally untrue, that I do not agree with, you would maybe..not be a very good driver.
Dwight:[role playing as an Asian] Aw, man! Am I a woman?

Michael: [after role-playing exercise] You'll notice I didn't have anybody being Arab. I thought that would be too explosive...no pun intended. But I just thought, 'too soon' for Arabs. Maybe next year. The ball's in their court.

Michael: Why don't we just defer to Mr.??
Mr. Brown: Mr. Brown.
Michael: (laughs) Oh! Okay first test, I will not call you that.
Mr. Brown: Well it's my name, it's not a test.

Sexal Harrassment [2.2]
Michael: Attention everyone, hello! Yes, I just want you to know that this is not my decision but from here on out, we can no longer be friends. And when we talk about things here [the office], we must only discuss work associated things. And uh, you can consider this my retirement from comedy. And in the future if I want to say something funny, or witty, or do an impression I will no longer, ever, do any of those things.
Jim: Does that include "That's what she said?"
Michael: Mmm hmm, yes.
Jim: Wow. That is really hard. [Michael almost says it] You really think you can go all day long? [Michael nearly bursts trying not to say it] Well, you always left me satisfied and smiling.
Michael: That's what she said!

Michael: When I said that I was king of forwards, you got to understand that I don't come up with this stuff. I just forward it along. You wouldn't arrest a guy who was just passing drugs from one guy to another.

Dwight: You said we could come to you if we had any questions. (Pause) Where is the clitoris? On a website it says "At the crest of the labia." What does that mean? (Pause) What does the female vagina look like?
Toby: Technically, I am in Human Resources, and Dwight was asking me about human anatomy. Um... I'm just sad the public school system failed him so badly.

The Fire [2.4]
Michael: Yes, I was the first one out. And yes, I’ve heard "women and children first". But, we do not employ children. We are not a sweatshop, thankfully. And women are equal in the workplace by law. So if I let them out first, I have a lawsuit on my hands.

Dwight: I hope the war goes on forever and Ryan gets drafted. I'm sorry, only part of me meant that...he'd probably end up a hero there anyway.

The Fight [2.6]
Kelly: [practicing a karate move Dwight taught her] HI YAH! Hey that was pretty close!
Dwight: Good, now let me take you from behind.
Kelly: WHAT?!

Michael: Pam, I hate to break this to you, but Dwight can't stop you from being mugged. He's just not tough enough.
Pam: He's a purple belt, that's really high.
Michael: Oh God, I could beat up Dwight, that's ridiculous. I can murder him.

Michael: C'mon, hit me...
Jim: I can't. I just got a manicure.
Michael: Oh, queer! [looks at camera] ...eye. Queer eye! Good show, important show.
Jim: Just have Dwight punch you.
Michael: Well, that would be kind of worthless because I know a ton of 14-year-old girls who could kick his ass.
Jim: You know a ton of 14-year-old girls?
Dwight: What belt are they?

Michael: Would I rather be feared or loved? Umm...easy, both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.

Booze Cruise [2.11]
Captain Jack: I need a volunteer to come up and hold my stick.
Dwight: Me me me!
Captain Jack: Ah. Usually it's a woman.
Dwight: I'm stronger.

Dwight: Seasick? Captain Jack says you should look at the moon.
Michael: Captain Jack's a fart face.

Jim: What happened to you?
Michael: Captain Jack has a problem with authority.
Jim: Oh, right, 'cause you announced that his ship was sinking.
Michael: He just totally lost it. If you ask me he caused the panic.

Jim: To tell you the truth, I used to have a big thing for Pam. So...
Michael: Really. You're kidding me. You and Pam? Wow. I would have never put you two together... did you really... you really hid it well. God. I usually have a radar for stuff like that. [sighs]

The Injury [2.12]
Michael: Dwight, what's your middle name?
Dwight: [Looking dazed] Danger.
Michael: Something with a 'K'.
Jim: It's Kurt. Wow, I'm so sad I know that.

Michael: Pam, will you rub butter on my foot?
Pam: No.
Michael: Please? I have Country Crock.

Michael: Let me ask you something. How long does it take you to do something simple? Everyday. Like brushing your teeth in the morning.
Billy: [in a wheelchair] I dunno. Like thirty seconds.
Michael: Oh my God. That's three times as long as it takes me.

Michael: [after he fell off the toilet] Get Ryan! He needs to lift me, and he needs to clean me up a bit...bring a wet towel.
Toby: Ryan is [Ryan drags his finger across his throat] ...dead.

Dwight: Where are we going?
Jim: [lying to get Dwight to the hospital] Chuck E. Cheese.
Michael: Chuck E. Cheese? Oh, I'm so sick of Chuck E. Cheese.
Jim: We're going to the hospital, Michael.
Michael: I know, I'm just saying.

Michael:I enjoy having breakfast in bed. I like waking up to the smell of bacon, sue me, and since I don't have a butler I have to do it myself. So, most nights before I go to bed, I will lay six strips of bacon out on my George Foreman Grill, then I go to sleep. When I wake up, I plug in the grill. I go back to sleep again, then I wake up to the smell of crackling bacon. It is delicious, it's good for me, it's a perfect way to start the day. Today I got up, I stepped onto the grill (shows burnt foot wrapped in bubble wrap) and it clamped down on my foot. That's it, I don't see what's so hard to believe about that.

(Jim is popping the bubble wrap Michael is using as a cast):
Michael: Please stop popping my cast!

Jim: I wanna clamp Michael's face in a George Foreman grill.

Doctor: Does the area look red and swollen?
Dwight: That's what she said.
Michael: That's my joke—dammit, Dwight!


Yeah, and now lets look at a couple of youtube vids of The Office to complete the session! Mwhaahahahaaa!







I just love the Jim/Dwight dynamic...it's too funny!! LOL

Okay, I'm done for the day, and aren't you happy, ^_~

*salutes*
and Jocus has left the building!
 
 
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jocusdorkus
27 January 2008 @ 04:48 am
I'm reeling right now, I just watched I Am Legend and let me just say...very few times have I felt so shakened up, so instilled with the images and dialogue of a movie this way, like it was somehow etched in my very being unbeknowst to me as I watched it. By the scene where he kills his dog, I just knew it was this kind of movie, the one that will leave me in wonder, in tears and just a beautiful kind of disparity that only a very powerful movie can give you...or well, perhaps not you, but certainly me.

It really was so beautifully done, so sublte in its message and faith, I mean, just thinking about it, it takes my breath away still. From the very beginning it plays with the notion, one that had often plagued mankind since the dawn of time, "what if you were the last man on earth?" It really makes you think, especially under the cicumstances the movie lays out, it just makes you question, would you really want to be the last man on earth? Would you even want to continue living in those circumstances? Continue fighting a war that was futile? Not even, 'casue at that point it's not a war, it's just survival at it's most crude basic level. It just makes you really think, if even you chose to live, if you could even handle that kind of loniless, that kind of decaying sanity that was absolutely inevitable.

One of the most powerful scenes that attested to that kind of pain and desolation was when he went to the video store after having to have killed his dog, torn and broken to have lost his only companion in the world and approached the mannequin, one that he had joked just the day before with his dog that he talked to the next day, and just the way the way he stood beside the mannequin. He didn't look at her face, into her eyes, not once, he just stood there, "I lost my friend...I said I was going to say hello to you today, so...hello...I said hello...please say hello to me, just say hello to me..." Honestly, I think that is one of Will Smith's greatest scenes, he plays it so beautiful, the way he looks aways and cries, knowing that she would never answer, that she couldn't, that no one would ever answer again. I just lost it there, just completely lost it.

What I love about the movie more than anything else is the very human aspect of it. The theme of the movie is certainly not something we haven't seen or read before, zombie movies and the like they are aplenty, but so many focus on the inhuman side of it, of the zombies itself and the action and killing, that some things get lost in translation. This movie however, it focuses on the very human side of it, of the emotional and psychological warfare he maintains all throughout, of that very human and natural desire to fix and right the world of what is has become. It's a character that we can easily relate to, 'cause it draws us back to that initial question, "what if I were the last man on earth". In the end the movie is not about this viral mutated humans, but about the survivor themselves, of a man's struggle to live through the darkness and reach for the light, for a future where he can turn that devastation into something worth living for. It's what he dies for in the end, the legacy he gives forth... I had always wondered about the title itself, it always seemed to me as if it didn't fit, but after that very last scene, and the woman concludes with her monologue, it becomes very clear and it just...

It was a total mind fuck, plain and simple, the most beautiful, inspiring and heart wrenching mind fuck, and...I'm still reeling. It just makes me really think, I feel like I really need to start sorting my life, of what could be, 'cause in truth, that kind of scenario is not that far off. The movie itself is very suggestive, of the time reference and the apocalypse that is foreshadows, but with so many genetic tests going about in the world, and just think of how many we don't even know about, it's a future that if we're not careful will not be just a work of fiction. I know it sounds a little paranoid or even far-fetched, and perhaps Marcus has gotten to me, but it's an eventuality, a possible future that cannot be denied.

In the end, I honestly do not know the answer to any of my initial questions, I don't know if I were the last woman on earth, I don't if I'd want to continue living under those circumstances or any for that matter, to continue a futile existance of such crude basic survival, if I could even maintain any kind of sanity, entirely alone, with only a memory of my loved ones to sustain those lonely nights and the nightmares at bay... I just don't know...

I would just have to be the last woman on earth to know...
 
 
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jocusdorkus
19 October 2007 @ 09:41 am
This is post is for the purpose of next week's issue of the Brain Ded Society newsletter.

First, I’ll explain the three choices we’ve narrowed it down to:

Love
Lore
and
Gore

Love? O_0 Oh yes, even within a horrific situation and circumstance, love can be found. Such curious creatures are we that we can’t help but find affection and become enamored even in the darkest of moments, or even, the darkest of people. One good example is Stephen King’s Lisey’s Story.

Lore is basically myths of the supernatural, like vampires, werewolves and the like. I’m going to give Van Helsing as an example, ‘cause although it wasn’t perhaps the best movie of it’s genre, it does have all elements of Lore, even Frankenstein! ^_~

Gore is well…yeah, you could say any of the Saw movies, but I’m going with Resident Evil, ‘cause let’s face it, Zombies are just … eeeewww. In an interestingly odd way, but yeah, and those movies rock. ^_^



 
 
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jocusdorkus
10 May 2007 @ 01:52 pm
Well, I think it's safe to say that Aid and I are pretty obsessive and addicted to Jensen... But I mean, c'mon, can you actually blame us?

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Heck no, that's right!

And well, of course, when you're obsessed with someone, you tend to have dreams, no? Of course...hehe, that's right, yet another dream.

Actually, two that I had promised to Aid I'd share with her. The first one was a couple of weeks ago, but it was down right hilarious to the point that I was laughing my ass off as I woke up. Now, to make some sense of the dream (I know, an impossible feat sometimes), you must understand that this dream was the culmination of a lot crap I had been watching and hearing...so yeah, just letting ya know there.

It started out that I was in some place at night, but looked very familiar to the everglades here, with lots of marsh land, swamps and what not. The interesting part was there was this long walkway, similar to the extended pier near my house here in the keys, except this was one was much longer, much much longer and I was walking on it as if it were a runway of some fashion show or what not. Mind you, I was alone, but walking on it like if I had an audience of some kind...don't ask (although this I blame for having been watching America's next top model). Well, as I'm walking along, I spot a Mexican resteraunt down towards where I was heading and as I got closer I saw that my good friend Laz was outside talking to another older guy. I realized then that he had been working there and the other man was his boss, except that Laz was yelling at him for something I just can't remember too clearly about, but he certainly seemed peeved about it. I had waved and called out to him, but seeing as it perhaps wasn't the wisest time to approach him, I continued down my 'runway'. I'm a good distance away from the resteraunt now when suddenly I feel and see from the corner of my eye some one rush right by me. I get angry, naturally, and start yelling at whoever was there ('cause I couldn't see them still) to get off my runway and to stop fooling around 'cause he was messing up with my 'groove' *hangs head in shame* (I said don't ask!) Anywho, next thing I know, I feel some one grab me from behind real tight and throw me down aside into the water. Now the thing is that he also falls in too, and immediately, I get up, drenched from head to toe and I'm thinking 'oh my god, I'm dead, I'm so dead'. And so of course, there has be to some degree of fighting in my dream, no? Yeah, 'cause then it wouldn't be my dreams... So, needless to say, the scuffling begins, though I'm literally fighting for my life as I see that this guys is out to kill me and it was when the man finally got a lucky shot in that sent me sprawling into the water, looking up in shock that I noticed it was none other than Jensen Ackles, but more like his character Dean, though even then, a Dean gone psycho. Anywho, all of a sudden, I hear a voice 'narrating' as I realize with great fear I that I couldn't move, at all, apparently paralyzed somehow and the voice was like "thrown vulnerably into the water, unable to move, she watched with wide fear etched eyes as the man lifted the hook in his hands and with such force nicked it into her left calf..." and as the voice is going on, I'm like in my head "what the fuck? a hook, a hook?!" and out of no where he lifts his right hand and guess what was gleaming under the moonlight? Yep, a huge hook in hand and as the 'narrator' (I'm guessing this is the 'rping' part of my daily life, LOL) was describing the kind of pain 'she' was feeling, he slammed the hook down hard into my calf, and I was like "fuck!" 'cause, damn, it really, really did hurt.

Well, you would think it was the end of me, right? Hell, I sure did, but just as suddenly, he had thrown the hook away and having found some strength, I start kicking away, though not much good that it did me. Jensen/Dean/Psycho then abruptly and rather roughly I may add, hoisted me up and turned me around so that my back was facing his chest and once he has secured my arms with only one of his, the other free hand snaked around my waist and down, groping me harshly *le gasp*, hehe, and that's exactly what I did too... Well, I gasped even louder when he started talking about "you thought I wouldn't notice, you though you could get away, you're wrong darling, I've see you, I've seen your 'camel toe'" No, and yes, that kind of camel toe... Let me just explain myself here. After the dragshow that I went to a couple of months ago, I heard a song there about 'camel toes', freakin' hilarious as hell, and well, I managed to find it and download it, and right about that time when I had the dream, I had been listening to it often...so there... *shiftyeyes*

Anywho, the next thing I know, I watch the 'scene' before me extend and then suddenly I realize I'm watching an actual scene of some horror flick or whatever (this I blame on all the damn 'horror' previews that I see nearly every day), and then just then I hear Jensen's voice over the radio. Apparently he was doing an interview, and it was about the movie, and specifically that scene, and the guy interviewing him was joking about that being Jensen's first 'palm job'... WTF?! Don't ask...I know better than to make any more sense of it than I already have...failing miserably. Anywho (wow, I'm saying that quite often, aren't I? Hehe), Jensen starts laughing and says something really funny and damnit if for the life of me I can't remember, but he was basically insinuating that he wasn't gay, so it wasn't his
first palm job *snorts* (I can't even type that with a serious face!), just on 'screen'. Shortly after that I woke, mind you, cracking up and scrunching my face as I repeated, "palm job...GAH!"

Absolutely delightful, isn't it? *shiftyeyes*

Well, this second dream is the one I had yesterday, and thankfully for you, not as long. Basically, I don't remember much of the details, just the overall 'theme' to it sort to speak. Again, it was Jensen Ackles and this time Jared Padalecki, but as their characters from Supernatural, and we were all in an abadoned house, really old and creepy looking, and as we were there, I had recalled that we had to fight a werewolf a couple of nights ago and that Dean had been bitten, which of course, you know what that means. And to top it off, there was a beautiful moon right outside, though while we were there he hadn't changed yet. As soon as we were about to round up and leave, he started to transform into this rather large black wolf (much like what Hugh Jackman transforms into in Van Helsing) and of course, he starts going crazy, destroying what little there was left of the old raggy house. But when he pounced at his brother Sam, he stops suddenly, trying to control the beast in him and he started screaming about not wanting to kill his brother as he somehow managed to pull away from us... Poor Dean, I really can't remember what happens after that, though I think that's right about when I woke up. I know, not as 'interesting' as the last one, but hey, we can't have them all can we now? LOL All I know is that while we 'investigated' the house, Dean growled out of frustration sometimes and it was like cosmic heaven... but no 'bump' in the night action! Oh woeful me!

*shiftyeyes*
And that's all for now folks...yes, yes I know, you feel quite relieved now. ^_^

*salutes*
And Jocus has left the building
 
 
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jocusdorkus
02 May 2007 @ 10:54 pm
It's official, I'm obsessed with the sims 2 game...and that in itself is an understatement. But how could I not be?! I mean, they're hilarious and I don't know, I'm just driven to see how cute their children come out! LOL Sad, I know, but I can't help it.

Needless to say, I found a community site where I can indulge in all of my 'sim' obsessions, already participating in two contests. The first contest is with a 'Desperate Housewife Theme' which I'm close to finishing, and the second one I just joined which is a 'fashion' contest...They're quite obsessed with 'fashion' on the community site. Oh my. LOL Either way, I've done some photo shop work for the contests and just in general, and of course, I must share this with everyone and torture them good! *steeples fingers and hisses 'excellent'*

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Well, that's about it for now. I can't say I have anything else to update since...well, I don't. Hehe

*salutes*
And Jocus has left the building.
 
 
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