Twinkies leaving? And Justin Beiber single again? What's wrong with this world?

Adios Twinkies...see what I did there? No? that's ok...it's been awhile since I've scribbled here so I'll give you a little while to catch up.......ready now? So, we might be outsourcing one of the many reasons my waist(and many others...if we're honest) isn't anywhere near it should be? Well, of course we will...afterall, the CEO of Hostess needs the huge raise he got and the union bakers need to make more an hour than sweat shop workers make in a year...ok, that was a little harsh and I'll apologize to the people who closed an American institution because it isn't my place to question other people's right to demand fair payment for the work they do. I apologize...there, happy now? Great, get back to work cause there's no Hostess pies at my local seven eleven and I can't imagine myself paying the prices that I found on Ebay...jesus christ, have you seen some of the listings?
 Now, moving from Twinkees to a twink...so, Justin and Selena are splitsville...maybe...sorta...well, as long as kleenex stays in business, I guess we'll all some how make it through. But that poor kid must just be hurting...and I...I...I just don't know what to do to help. Wish I did...maybe if someone can pass him a message for me? Justin...buddy...pal...I know you're probably reeling but I know how you can make yourself feel better...give all of your money and possesions to those less fortunate than yourself...that's right, pick a charity and support it...help those who aren't adored by mindless little twinks who waste their parents money on your 'stuff'... make donations to help those who aren't forced to drive around(and evidently, not that well) in Ferraris.  And once you've given it all away, walk away from the recording industry...that's right, get out now, before your balls drop and your voice changes! Don't give up your artistic tendencies...no...just re-direct them...take up painting...and ignore the sissys...use lead based paint. Take up glass blowing...and don't listen to the so called experts...inhale!
 Selena...you're free...and hopefully disease and spawn free...run...don't look back...ignore the voices calling out 'cliff'...just run.

Hopefully I'll get back to my scribbles soon. Happy Holidays to any who celebrate.      JT

With great power comes great responsibility...unless you're Hollywood...then all bets are off!

The third time was not the charm! Sorry but The Amazing Spiderman...isn't! I rewatched the movie last night and I stick by my original belief...this isn't my Spiderman and the fact that one of the most iconic lines that ever appeared in a comic wasn't used really drove that fact home for me. Uncle Ben should have told Peter that 'with great power comes great responsibility' and the fact that he didn't just re-affirmed that this wasn't my Spiderman...nuf said!

 Thursday morning and here I sit, waiting for the first customer of the day...and post my first ever early day blog...and, drum roll please, the third blog in as many days. Stop, no applause necessary...it's just something that happens. Of course, quantity is not quality but then again, I don't think an over abundance of quality has ever been the problem here.

 Hey, anybody out there want to buy a Corvair? With the old man's passing we're left with his beautiful convertible that has more money dumped into it than we'll ever get back out of it but if we're lucky, we'll find it a new home with someone who'll take good care of it and enjoy it more than my dad ever got to...and we'll be able to make sure that mom never has to leave her new apartment and move in with one of her loving children...which leaves me out...not because I don't love my mom...far from it...I'd just hate to see her end up with an accidental gunshot wound when the bullet passes through my skull and finds it's way into her...what? Yeah, a liuttle dark and not at all possible...she'd never consider living in my hovel...she pronounced it a 'piece of crap trailer' and I'd hate for her to face another disappointment from me...the poor woman has had a lifetime of those already...if only I could get paid for being a disaapointment to my mother...I'd be rich!

 So, back to the Corvair...interested? Email me and I'll happily send you some photos of the jewel.

 Ah, here we go...the first customer and I'm all atwitter with anticipation...hooray for tire sales. Have a great day...or at the very least, have a better day than I will.    JT

Holy shit, Batman...another one? WTF? So soon? What the hell is going on?

Another end to a scorching day...and I felt like writing...something. OM has suggested that I get back to TRFW and, hopefully, I'll have a new chapter very soon...maybe tomorrow...no promises.

 So, how about that anti-semetic politician who found out he's actually Jewish? Don't tell me that the universe doesn't have a sense of humor!! The first thought after the giggles faded was of Dave Chappelle and that great skit he did about the old black man and his 'hatred'...more giggles!

 Watched TDKR last night and was stunned...I think it was that good! Three phenominal Batman movies from Nolan and now we only have to hope that the studio doesn't screw it up when they launch the enevitable reboot!  This has been a wild ride for super hero movies. After the staggering high of the Avengers and the 'swing and a miss' of TAS, I was a little worried that Nolan might not pull it off but he sure did. While I don't think it packed quite the emotional punch that The Dark Knight did, it was still a stunning movie and it must be amazing in IMAX. What's next for us nerds...yeah, I lump myself into the category...as long as crotchety old men can still be nerds...hopefully there isn't an age or weight requirement. I know Kick-Ass II, Ironman III, Thor II, Captain America II and, of course, Avengers II are all coming but it's gonna be a while so what's next on the horizon? Daredevil reboot...not happening...at least not as soon as some had been hoping. Wolverine II?..a little worried about that one. The next in The Xmen:First Class? Looking forward to it but, like everything else, it's a while away. The next Dykan Dogg? Hah, just kidding...unless we give the log the perfect acting counterpart...wait, isn't Misha Barton supposedly doing better...health wise, I mean...there's a team-up we need! Just got around to watching RED...what a fun ride!

 I'm gonna watch The Amazing SApiderman again...this will be the third time but I fear that I'm not gonna find anything that I missed the first two times that will change my opinion of the movie...sorry, it just wasn't 'my Peter Parker'! Sure, the movie is splashy but Peter was never a bully and he never would have given his word and then conciously admitted his plan to break his word. The real Peter might have inadvertantly broken his word or a promise but he'd never have done what the movie peter admitted his plans to do at the end of the film...breaking his word to a dying Captain Stacey...and don't get me started on a dying Captain Stacey because that would only lead to so many other mis-steps that happened during the two hours.

 Ouch, just tweeked my back...time to take my tired old bones home and get off these aching dogs. Ta for now.      JT

Ryan for veep? What about Green Lantern II?

Hey guys and gals...or gals and guys...don't want to be accused of placing more importance on one sex over the other. So, been over four weeks and I'm coming to realize that the sense of loss isn't going to go away...it's always going to be there and each day will simply be how I 'live' with it..so, here's some new scribbles. I was inspired to write something new after reading some new chapters from Oldestman...a new Castle story that has a coll slant and I hope he posts it...just to see how the caskett fans react...should be fun.
 Now, it was shocking news to me that Ryan is gonna be running for veep with Mitt...but I can't help worrying about the future of 'The Proposal II'(Betty White steps outside her comfort zone with full nudity and a Something About Mary hair gel gag) or 'The Green LatrineII'(not a typo, just saying) or even Waiting II'(oh come on, you're not seriously counting that lame piece of shit that currently bears the title). Sure, I can understand Mitt's desperate bid for acceptance with a younger demographic but maybe Pattinson might have been a better choice if he's tryiung to get the youth vote...also, on the plus side, Rob's got more free time on his hands since the 'trampire'(thanks, Will Ferrel) found another source of protein.
 Sorry, I know this wopuld be the perfect place to insert some witty commit and wrap up the whole 'Ryan' bit but I seriously can't think about anything funny about politics...

     It's been a while since I've rambled so hold on...holy crap, I just heard that Chad Ocho Cinco's reality show has been canceled! Dammit, there goes the reason I'd been using to convince myself to get cable again...shit, shit,shit...and his wife's divorcing him? oh, you poor guy...you poor, poor guy...you poor, spoiled,narcissitic idiot...what's next? Gonna write a tell all book and go on the circut? Tell us all how it's not your fault? Tell us about the terrible story of your poor, mispent youth? Tell us how you were abused and as a result you, completely unwillingly, became a massive tool who only appears, at least to us poor mortals, like a giant douche bag who'd stick his dick in a pencil sharpener and sell tickets to people to turn the crank as long as people 'cared' enough to watch! You left a reciept for 'milk flavored' condoms where your 'lactose intolerant' wife could find it! You fucking genius! How about a new reality show, Chad? Here's one for you..."Is Chad Smarter Than The Tube Sock You've Been Depositing Your Rachel Bilson Fantasies Into?"...or, how about "Who Wants To Marry A Millionaire Athelete Who's Stupider Than The Tube Sock...caught that one did you? Well, now you can say when asked, 'Yes, I'm Smarted Than Chad Ocho Cinco" but, then again, so can a lot of tube socks...what will seperate you from the tube socks is what you do with the knowledge that you're smarter...and heres the easy part...doing anything besides lying around and slowly stiffening elevates you above 'COC' and the tube socks.
 I've been doing some reading...I know, surprise huh? Quistie? Thanks for the smiles. Frea, welcome back to Chuck and thanks for the smiles...Justmyluckyness, great stuff! To everyone else who's writing helped me make it through the past few weeks...thank you!   I didn't list everyone and for that I'm sorry...and I say again, THANK YOU!

 Dollar store find...Charles DeLint, The Mystery of Grace...I enjoyed the read and the first person to send me their address will recieve my copy, free of charge...really, what's a dollar book and media shipping when I can share something? Don't worry, this isn't some weird come on to find a new place to ship tube socks...I'm only offering the book.

 Cheap movies...Into The Blue 2....and I thought the first one was only bearable because of Jessica...The Time Of Dragons...please, if you're going to fuck Melville, at least have the decency to post a 'may cause drowsiness' warning on the label...Danny Glover, what the fuck, man? I know it's a paycheck but I have to ask...did Chad Ocho Cinco secretly write this screenplay? Holy Fuck!!!! And I thought Ankle Biters and Zombie Bikers From Detroit were stiunkers! I'm guessing that the test audiences who first saw this movie could be labled 'peers', at least intellectually speaking, of Chad Ocho Cinco...that's got to be it! HOLY FUCK!!!! If it's not too late, please, if you're one of the writers of this cinematic turdzilla, have yourself sterilized before you inadvertantly pass on your genes...really! And if sterilizatrion isn't an option...invest in tube socks!!!!And Use Them!!!!!

 I'm tired and it's time to go home...nappy time. Maybe I'll get back to some scribbles soon...I think I'm almost ready.        JT

My forecast: Mostly cloudy with scattered introspection and intermittent depression...

I buried my dad today. Not in the old turn of the century way with me doing the digging and the whole thing...no, no excercise for me today...just friends and neighbors offering their sympathy and best wishes. It was tough maintiaining my stoic facade as I thanked everyone for coming out, agreed that it sure was too bad and even agreed with many who offered the time tested platitude that 'at least he's in a better place now' and all the while hearing the call of a bottle of vodka that has been taunting me for months now. A year ago I would have made it through the day by hitting the Jager and toasting to the old man's health and now, surprise surprise, I'm actually pretty sure I'll make it through without the vodka...but god damn, do I want to pick up that bottle and show it who's boss!
 Most of the family is here but I've been avoiding them, not because I don't want their company and not because I have some deep seeded need to deny them my company...no, I'm avoiding them so I can avoid my mother.
 Yup...I'm avoiding my mother! I could ramble on about the reasons for that but the simple truth is that I don't like her. I'm not one to claim that I'm a shining example of humanity...but that woman may very well have been one of Genghis Khan's hand maidens in a previous life...and that's the reason he committed suicide(the Khan, that is)...or at least that's my belief.
 I was in the hospital when the old man finally let go and my first thought was how would I be able to handle the crushing blow that my mother's need for attention would rain down on us...and that hurt. I loved my old man. He was a differant sort and we didn't have much in common but I like to believe that he accepted me for what and who I am. I kept hoping we'd have one of those great sit down conversations and come to realize that we weren't so terribly differant but that will just be another of those things that I never got around to doing. something I'll regret and hope it doesn't haunt me too much.
 Dad never knew about this writing stuff that I've come to lately and maybe that isn't too bad. He was a fan of westerns and I write stuff that isn't westerns...nuf said. I like to think he appreciated and sometimes got my sense of humor. I know he wasn't a fan of how I've lived my life, 'not living up to my potential' and all that but I hope he understood that I've come to terms with my life  and I don't hate it. Yeah, some of it isn't great but parts are fantastic and I have to belive that everyone's life is like that...some good and some bad...and I like to believe that the old man knew that.
 I'm gonna miss him! He was a tough old bird and I respected him for that. For being able to take what was on his plate and make the best of it. There are questions I would ask but will never have the chance and now, I'll just have to imagine the answers.
 I hope to get back to writing soon...I really do enjoy it. Maybe I'll try and use this as I'd wanted from the start...a place to write a little every day. Maybe I won't...and that'll be ok to.
 I miss you dad.

Kim Jong Un's Mystery Woman Revealed...(drum roll please)...It's

ME...Thats right, it's me...I know that some of you believe me to be an older(ish), slightly out of shape(ish), carrier of the Y chromosome...and that may be true...but mentally...I'm his special woman...what, does this sound like another one of my blatant appeals for attention...what? It does?...Am I that transparent?..Maybe that's why Jongie(I bet we'd have pet names for each other) hasn't responded to any of the hundreds of mental emails I've been sending his way...what, you mean to say that you don't have one of those new UBM(utterly brilliant machines) Computers that features the 'mental matrix' computing chip?...man, mine is so sweet!...The company sent it to me almost three days ago in a dream...not only can it do anything that any computer currently on the market can do...it also allows you to see anybody...nekkid...and you can watch episodes of your favorite TV show...even if most of the norms in the world can't...that's right, I'm still watching Chuck...and Life...and Pushing Daisies...and Wonderfalls...and Eli Stone...and, well that's enough for now.
 Anyway, back to Jongster and I...it's wonderful...being heterosexual, I was worried that being the 'Mystery woman' might prove to be problematic but thanks to the computer, I know that my future life partner is hetero as well and we'll simply be 'friends'...and I'm alright with that...or, at least I will be once he gets over that whole 'My dad was a loonie but at least I'm letting my subjects watch Mickey Mouse and Winnie The Pooh" thing...I can't wait...we'll hit all the coolest bars and drink Jager while we watch the world revel in our unbelievably cool, platonic friendship...we'll be an inspiration to the world...they'll write songs about us and maybe we'll even start our own religion...yeah, we will...and everyone can join and be friends and do cool stuff...like be nice to their fellow man(and woman)...wouldn't that be swell?...don't delay...don't miss out...use your UBM Computer and send us a mental email...or, if you haven't gotten your new computer yet, just send me a regular email and I'll forward it to Jong-a-long-a-ding-dong...he'd love to hear from you...and then, afterwards, why not say hello to someone new and tell them the story of KJU's mystery lady and watch as they react with amazement and envy...because they didn't hear about it before you...call your family and tell them as well...I'm sure they'd love t hear from you but make sure that you wait until it's 3Am...where ever they are...that's the best time to call so they'll be fresh and oh so willing to hear the story...I'm gonna do the same...can't wait!


Holy Crap...another overly long ramble that has absolutlely no value!...well, it's what I do...and if you're reading this...well, maybe the world isn't such a bad place afterall...and if you smiled, even once, then I've done my job...well, not my job...because you get paid at your job...and I'm not getting paid for this...although, if someone actually wants to pay me for doing this...well, don't be a stranger...send me an email and lets get this whole 'writer' thing going...and on that note, I finsh anohter installment of JPONALI by saying goodnight...or good day...depending where or when you actually are reading this twaddle.                              JT

P.S. Ted is a blast and Amazing Spiderman is not...and for a nerd like me to bag a superhero movie?   It's slick and all...don't get me wrong, on the 'scale'... it's no Green Latrine or Jonah Hoax...but it's no Mystery Men either. I'm just saying.

P.P.S. You've made it this far...why not leave a note...yeap, another cheap bid for attention...and your thoughts on my thoughts...

Causeway Cannibal...Thank God for Gloria Allred's brave stance against eating people...at least, not in the fun way!

As a long time resident of Florida, I'm ofter filled with a sense of wonder at the highs, and lows, that my neighbors can achieve. When I first heard of the attack on the homeless man by the young man who's been labeled 'The Causeway Killer', I was sure it was some sick joke or a hokey attempt at publicity for an upcoming book or movie. When the horrible truth became became known I was apalled but, somehow, not to surprised to find that a fellow human being could have been responsible for the crime.
 As the story and it's horrible and, sometimes confusing details unfolded, I heard the jokes on talk radio and, I even giggled once or twice...so I'm not a pillar of fine human virtue but that isn't really a surprise to me...or anyone who gets to know me. I have a dark and sometimes twisted sense of humor and I'll make no apologies for it. A customer Tuesday morning had a 'ZOMBIE ATTACK RESPONSE VEHICLE'  sticker on it's rear window and I pointed out to the customer that the sticker was amusing until someone got their face eaten off...the customer smiled and I knew I wasn't the only human with a dark side. I later metioned the sticker to someone else, pointing out that it would have been a blast of giggle worthy irony if the woman who owned the car had also happened to be a bath salt salesperson but, alas, the gods of twisted humor weren't smiling.
 Over the next few days I heard lots of 'em, jokes that would often elicit a smile despite their age...really, do cannibal clowns taste funny?...it's a classic for a reason and if you don't think so, we may never connect...at least not as far as our sense of humor may go.
 Then today, I heard an actual news story that had me rolling...at least mentally...me actually rolling around on the ground would not be a pretty sight and, despite not loving them, I wouldn't want to emotionally scar my customers. The internal giggling was some washed away as  I realized that cannibals aren't the only humans who I'm glad to not be able to count among my adoring fans, nope, now I can add Gloria Allred to that list. I'll sleep ok tonight, knowing that there are lawyers like Ms. Allred out there.
 If you haven't heard, this stunningly brave woman has thrown herself into the spotlight by taking the staggeringly bold stance that 'Cannabilism is bad!'.


 Praise the lord!!


 Can any of you say that you'd have the courage to take the same stance as this paragon of virtue? No? I'm not surprised! The strength of will and pureness of heart required for such a bold and brave belief is something few of us will ever possess. Gloria Allred had the saint like conviction to tell the whole world that cannibalism is bad...not only for the victim but for the cannibal as well. I will admit right here and now that I'm glad I wasn't standing next to this crusader when the bolt of inspiration struck her because I'm sure I would have been stuck down by it's incandescent brilliance, leaving me blind and unable to fully enjoy the world that is fortunate enough to be called home to Gloria Allred.
 Parents, make sure that you hold this pillar of moral sense up for your daughters when they begin looking for a role model. Hell, your sons could learn from her as well...we all could!
 I can say with mind numbing clarity that when the day comes for me to shuffle off this mortal coil, I will go a lesser human being because I probably won't have been bathed in the light of Gloria's wisdom. Hell, I may not even sleep well tonight, my whole body thrumming with the knowledge that Ms. Allred is here in Florida and I haven't been blessed enough to walk the same ground she's trod upon.

 Cannibalism is bad! Not only for the victim, but for the cannibal as well!

 Go back and read that line again and again until you feel the wisdom and truth of it filling you...I'll wait for you...I'm already filled with it...how it is that no one has ever had the courage and conviction to utter such a bold and, for me at least, life changing statement before? It just boggles the mind that thousands and thousands of years of humanity and it's growth was possible without someone telling us truths, like those that Gloria speaks?
 Speak again, oh font of wisdom...tell me more Gloria...I await your insight. I can only imagine what awaits me...how about, murder is bad! Both for the victim...and the murderer? Or, Masturbation is bad! Both for the whacker...and the victim?...ok, Gloria would never say that but I felt it needed to be said...some one needs to speak for the agressor and the victim...and in my case, as I'm sure it is in many others...it's one and the same! Ok, I'll do it! I'll speak out! I'll shout it from the hilltops...or from in front of as many cameras as I can find!
 Gloria, you're not alone anymore...I'll stand beside you as you whore yourself to any media that will listen...the people need to now...and we can do it...and I know it's not about publicity or making payments on all that shiney stuff because we...you and I...we're going to be doing this for the people...they need to know...they need to be told...we need to preach and I'll be there...and if it calls for a true demonstration of my committment, not just to your beliefs, but to mine as well?...well, then, by god, I do it right beside you...and I'll try and prevent any of my beliefs from splashing on you...but, let's be honest, that might be a real possibilty because...like you, I can feel the need to tell people...boy can I feel it!...and I want to help you.
 Let's do it...you, telling everyone that Cannibalism is bad and me, right beside you, preaching...and maybe staining a few dresses! I'll be awaiting your email, just sitting in front of my computer...you know...doing research for my mission...and practicing typing with one hand!      JT 

The naked truth about babysitters...

Well, if you're here because of the title, you might as well move along...no, seriously, move along...there's really nothing for you here...I decided to perform an experiment...I wanted to see if having the word 'naked' in the blog title would garner a bigger response than having the word 'god' in the title...what? I 'm curious...that blog with 'god' in the title got more views than any of my other posted 'rambles'...and I was curious...does sex sell...or, more to the point, does the word naked generate interest?...I guess we'll see.
 For those of you who take the time to follow my astounding career over at FanFiction where I post my Chuck related scribbles, you were treated to the first time effort of ltsheppard who contributed a new chapter for the 'Sarah Walker:Broken Beyond Repair Challenge...and what a great first effort...seriously, if you haven't read it yet?   well, this will still be hear when you get back...sure, the site may be overwhelmed because I included the word 'naked' in the title but you won't mind waiting...will you?
 Ah, there you are...glad you could make it back...well, pretty cool, right?..strong writing and it fit so perfectly...now we just have to wait and see what 'hell broke loose"...hopefully soon.
 So, where was I?...oh yeah, naked...not me, the word...no, don't do it...trust me, that's one mental image you don't need mucking up your cerebellum...it really is for the best if you just take my word for it and move on...move on...now, for today's recommendation...dig out your copy of one of the following movies...Team America:World Police, the Aristocrats or(for this experiment) Bubba Hotep... slip it into the DVD player, kick back and laugh...it really is good for you...the laughter, that is and one of the three discs listed should provide plenty...if it doesn't you're one or any combination of the following three things...1:Dead , 2:Not funny or a cannibal(and come on, I'm pulling for cannibal...because I've never met one before) or 3: Still floudering around with that horrible mental image I begged you to get rid of(for your own good) still in your head.
 Now, on to the quasi(did you just picture Dr. Evil when you read the word quasi? If you did then there's hope for you yet) important stuff. I'm still struggling with the blockage that has seriously slowed down my output...man, I used to get one or two or more chapters out a week and now? I just can't do it. Sure, got out a chapter for SWBBR and a partial for RFYLCB but...what the hell?...maybe it's the joyful working conditions...heat and asphalt...a wonderful one two...and, would you look at that...monday right around the corner...I'm going to take a nap and then return to the keyboard to see if I can finish off that chapter for RFYLCB...wish me luck.
 One last time, I apologize if you got sucked into reading this blog because I put the word 'naked' in the title...I can understand...you read the first sentence and then the second, hoping I was lying about there being no 'naked babysitters' here and then, once hooked, you kept reading, filled with a sense of wonder that hadn't swept through you since your dad said..."No(inset name here), that's not a dog, that's a cow" and now you reach the ending point and, surprise surprise, no naked babysitters in sight...if that previous sentence describes what happened to you, email me and I'll send you my actual address and you can mail me 25dollars for my amazing book, 'No(insert your name here), that's not a dog, that's a cow'...my stunning book that explains all of life's greatest mysteries...in single syllable(what? Never said I was  greta spellur) words.
 Have a great weekend...or what's left of it.     JT

whoopie...the weekend is here(sarcasm glasses not needed to see it's presence)

I find myself awake each morning with plans(and hopes) to add some more to one of my stories but somewhere along the way, something seems to hit the disconnect between my brain and the traitorous appendages that flay at the ends of my hands and there it goes...no scribbles once again...I guess I could blame the lovely overhead lighting that provides more and more incentive to sweat...and god knows I love having a job that encourages sweat...for scrambling my thoughts and leaving me staring at a computer screen, wondering why I can't get the ideas out of my head and onto the flat screen in front of me...man, it was slightly warm today and, coupled with the surprising number of saturday customers, I'm giving serious thought to finishing this ramble and going home, firing up the AC and relaxing with some prerecorded entertainment...let's see...what to watch...Alcaraz?...no, now that I think about it, I finished that last week and it left me hanging...thankfully I didn't have to much invested...sorry, I liked the characters but just couldn't follow JJ down that rabbit hole...maybe it was the surprisingly unlikeable Sam Neil character...sorry, if having your girlfriend disappear and then re-appear years later turns you into that big a douche?......maybe I'll go back and re-watch Lost...nah, that would really suck me in and I honestly hope to get some writing done tomorrow...what?...sunday means no customers so maybe, just maybe, I can get something out.
 I'm puzzled by the strange number of pages views recently...wonder if the 'Puny god' title attracted people who don't have a clue that this blog is just the scribbles of a crotchety old man and not some anti-religion wacko...some aging doofus who spends way too much time in the sun and not enough time actually excercising to off set his caloric intake(What?...I'm kicking anorexia's ass...work is brutal just not enough excercise)...the perfect place for a nerd who refuses to age gracefully, and quietly, to ramble on about things of interest to myself...and, of course, to those of you who recognize the inherant genius in the slapdash collection of mispelled words and horrific grammar that flows from my fingers with an ease that I wish my stories could flow with! I'm always a little surprised when someone takes the time to actually acknowledge reading this thing by leaving a note...and, to be honest, secretly thrilled that my bumbling wordsmithery is read by anyone...so, thank you to any and all of you who stop by here every now and then...your visits, acknowledged by comments or not, give a crotchety old bastard a thrill. Now, if anyone has any questions, I'm opening the floor to you...what do you want to know?...I'll answer...or I won't...I know, I know...fickle old, self delusional hack...pounding the keys to keep reminding myself that my brain isn't quite as far gone as the end of each brutally hot day sometimes make me think it is...wait, I'm tired...and my fingers hurt...hunt and peck typing skills are murder on my manicure...and my patience.
 So, to recap...hot sun and a dream job(who doesn't grow up with hopes of selling tires)...old man,tired, sweaty and ruggedly handsome(3 outta 4)...conjested and sometimes sluggish nueral pathways...shit spelling and grammar skills...suprisingly grateful that some seem to read and enjoy my stuff(Jaytoyz at FanFiction.com and if you're not part of the growing number of secretly thrilled and, at the same time, horribly confused fans, you need to be) and finally(and most surprising to me and people who know me)...coming up on nearly a year without nearly nightly drinking...I can honestly count the number of times I've had cocktails, on one hand( three nights with three beers and three jagers each night)..and believe it or not, compared to my old intake habits, that's shocking.
 So, what's next? I honestly don't know...more writing because I honestly think that having this has brought me more enjoyment than I ever expected. I don't know what happens tomorrow because, aside from a rough sketch of a plan, everything is pretty wide open...within the normal constraints that my life gives me, of course. I think I'll wrap this up, go run an errand or two, grab something for dinner and then find something to watch...but I promise it won't be 'Painkiller Jane'...god, that stuff that what's her face calls acting may have actually scarred me for whatever is left of my life...like some horrible taste that no amount of mouthwash can cover...but in my brain!...even writing that last bit has left me reeling...Chuck, Season 1, take me away!                              JT

"Puny God"...man, the Hulk has the best scenes...

Yep, big nerdgasm last night...sat home and watched The Avengers...what?...um, no I didn't...that would involve things that I never condone or participate in...just saying...anyway, where was I?...oh yeah...sure, Tony Stark has some funny lines...Capsicle?...but Hulk, looking for enemies and, finding none handy, giving Thor a quick sucker punch?...yes, I giggled!...and then he gives Loki the 'rag doll' treatment?...went from giggles to sharp bark of laughter...if the movie wasn't terrific, I would sit through hours just for those two quick scenes...but the movie rocks and those two secnes just reaffirm my belief that Marvel is carrying a huge batting average when it comes to their movies...hell, even the second Punisher movie(I'm not counting Dolph's "Evil muuust be puuunished") far outshines DC's Jonah Hex(hell, not even the stellar talents of Megan could save it)...and no matter how slick it looked, The Green Latrine just didn't do it for me...maybe they should have gone with Nathan and the great life he could have brought to Hal Jordan...still love the dig in Castle...you know...Asteroids...they got Reynolds playing the wee triangle...and he's good...an if you're not a huge nerd, find Nathan's Green Lantern video...I thought it was cool...as you may have noticed, I'm rambling...man, the sun was brutal today...sold tires and reaffirmed my love for the job that puts Ramen on my table...and I love some of my customers...oh, who am I kidding, I love them all...the more the merrier.

 Well, managed to get a chapter finished for Swimmer and I actually liked it...this weekend I want to get some more done...just gotta pick a story and SCRIBBLE...hey, anybody know how to publish pre-existing documents on a blog?...I can figure out how to put some of my scribbles up here...it's evidentl tougher than solitaire and it's bending my noodle trying to figure it out...I'm sure it's fairly easy and hopefully after someone tells me how it's done, I'll laugh at my own techno-idiocy andd then start posting some stuff...scribbles and noodles that aren't complete but...well, if you can tell me how, I'd be forever in your debt...

 Just realized I'm tired(ah, old age and it's wonderful side effects) and it's time to go home...let's see, movie night...Green Hornet?...The Darkest Hour?...Daredevil,directors cut?...no, I got it, Team America : World Police with an Orgazmo chaser...have a great weekend.                     JT

And the days continue to slip, scribble free...

Saturday morning and another week lost to where ever our lost time ends up. Many have said it before but time really does give the illusion of speeding up as we hurtle towards the finish line. I seem to recall...foggy recollections thanks to the years of the less than stellar care I've given my brain cells...that days, way back when, seemed to stretch endlessly from the first waking moment  until I would be dragged, sometimes kicking and screaming(or so it seemed) to sleep and now they seem to pass in the blink of an eye...ok, honestly, maybe not that fast...make it three blinks. And, with the days slipping, I remain blocked...they're there...the words...I just can't seem to get them to flow from the fingers to the keyboard.

 Got some good news...OM finished his round of chemo and says he's feeling a little better...even threatened to start excercising...hoping for the best for the wascally old wabbit.

 I threatened last time to name some more names...writers who's work I've been enjoying lately...since I seem to be unable to enjoy my own...well, new stuff anyway...once again, this isn't a full list, just a few names I remembered to jot down when I was liking their stuff...uplink2, ninjavanish, gochuckgo, supesfan18, katemck, crumby, littlecandyman, the pretender91, the kyrien, rusty74, dettiot, charahfan44, shfire, mr.88, angusmacnabb...if you're reading this list then give em a try.
 Well, lucky me, customers approach.     JT

The continuing adventures of the great blocked head...

Another monday and nothing seems to have changed. I sit down to write and nothing happens...the ideas are still right where I left them the day before...and the day before that....and the day before that...just can't seem to get them moving. Had hoped that adding a fantastic chapter from DocInOz the the Sarah Walker:Broken Beyond Repair Challenge would help me kick something loose  but, alas, no such luck. The problem is I don't know what the problem is...how very insightful...I know, I know...somewtimes the sheer staggering power of my intellect leaves me reeling in self adoration...for about ten seconds and then I re-set myself to norm, hoping that that's waht I need to get stuff moving again...and, so far, not happening.

 Been reading some of the newer additions to the ChuckFF and there's some really good stuff, both from the usual suspects(Frea, Quistie, Doc, Mia and many I should mention but can't because I'm blanking) and from some who are posting their first stories(once again, blanking on names but I'll have a list the next time I post here, just in case anyone actually is interested in what I'm reading)...also reading some over at Castle...and still waiting, patiently, for GLEE torture porn...somebody out there better get busy...I know I can't be the only one waiting for that...c'mon...Kurt killed when his sybian(is that the right word?) short circuts, leaving him a quivering, smoking, no longer singing, pile of ashes...what?...ok, that was a little out there but I'm blocked...gotta do something...pound at the keyboard in a(so far) futle attempt to shock  myself back into writing...damn, I never thought not doing something that I spent most of my life not doing would be such a mental irritant...and thinking about sandpaper ain't helping that itch...and imagining calamine lotion is just as ineffective.

 Watched a few episodes of Painkiller Jane...another sterling example of a great comic book idea that Hollywood monkeys can't seem to handle...instead of writing good scripts and hoping the actors would show their own ineptitude by not being able to act their way out of wet paper bags, we're left having to think that maybe, if Kristanna hadn't been given the written equivalent of a 'monkey's handful of throwing material', she would have stunned us all with the talent in her head and heart and not her talents that stretched out her tops...sorry fellow geeks and nerds but that woman can't act...although I'm sure she might have been great...in porn...filmed back when Fatty Arbuckle was just a charming 'fat' guy...before he became the boy next door that mothers and fathers never wanted their daughters to meet...ah, that might be a little harsh and I will offer a full apolgy when(and if) someone can offer up an example of her talent that doesn't rely on making men's pants a little tighter.

 Another rambling paragraph down and I'm still not feeling it...where the fuck is it? At my age I make an effort to live my life with as little outside stress as possible and, when I accepted Jim's challenge and started writing, I was amazed at the added relief that it brought to me...having an 'out' I never had before and being surprised and thrilled to find that a few people actually enjoyed reading my scribbles...still a thrill...just gotta get back into the swing...maybe tomorrow?...I'll know it when it happens...and so will Chas56...because I'm gonna write the second part to 'Mr. Grumpy Pants Vs. Chas56'...and it's gonna leave everyone stunned by the crushing emotional weight it will bring to Chuck FF in particular...and literature in general...it'll be a tour de force and some will laugh, some will cry and some...most likely Chas56...will fudge their undies.

 You know what?...maybe I'll get back to BLDBAL...or SVTSS...or......            JT 

So, this is what writer's block is like?

I just don't have a clue what's going on...I have chapters started for most of my stories and two of the,m have over a thousand words but I just can't seem to add anything else...I've got the ideas, I just can't seem to wriet to the ideas...for instance, I'm gonna have Sarah and Chuck run into Jill while on their honeymoon and I'm gonna have Sarah 'run into' Jill while chuck's back is temporarily distracted...I just can't get there...the idea is perfect for the story but I just can't get there...and it's seriously fucking with my whatever the hell writing stuff is...I've never been one to plan out my chapters, choosing instead to just let it rip, 99% of the time posting whatever dribbled from my fingers without even bothering to give it a second read through...probably explains a lot, huh?...but right now it's just not dribbling...the ideas are there and they have places to go but I can't get them there...maybe tomorrow.
 Getting caught up on my Castle viewing...saw 47 seconds and I'm begining to worry that AM and co. may have taken a page from phedak and co's playbook and they may fuck up a slam dunk of a relationship that has been brewing 4 years...I really hope they don't and give us a fifth season full of fun cases and a growing relationship that is based on the love the two great characters...fingers crossed while wishing away the terrible taste that Fedak and co left in my mouth when they shit all over an unbelievably loyal fan base, hoping ABC doesn't 'Chuck' the droves of Castle fans who have been waiting so patiently for Caskett.
 Thinking about a possible mash up after re-watching a favorite movie of mine...does the title 'Echo Park Bartowski' give any hints?...well, Chuck and Gross Pointe Blank...could work with the right changes, twists and substitutions...first I've gotta slip past this block...fuck, what a hot day for the first week of April...this could be  brutal summer...tired and thinking that it's nap time...                              JT

Staring down the barrel...365 days 'til the big 5-0

It's a tuesday morning, made differant from every other tuesday simply because it marks the beginning of the countdown to the big 5-0. Yep, happy birthday to me. Gonna try and add a chapter of RFYLCB...what a tremendous goal for this day. Oh, I'll spend the day smiling and selling tires while squeezing bursts of writing into the spaces between retail efforts.
 strange that this day really doesn't mean more to me than it does...guess I'm just one of those who doesn't feel the need to commerate the anniversary of my birth. I'm not a year older than I was yesterday...just a day.
oh hooray, a customer just pulled in.    JT

I haven't been avoiding you...honest...I've just been...um...lazy?

Well, the place to escape to and noodle has become the place I keep forgetting to gvisit. I managed to post a bunch of chapters for various Chuck stories including one for a story that thought I'd moved to another state and changed my name...you know the one...you forgot it too?...wow, it had been a while. Anywho, got another chapter added to Chuck : Tha Last(ish) Man and, if the ideas in my can escape, I'll be adding another one soon...after all, I need to explain why Chuck was kidnapped(Shaw's plan), what was up with GDB(Shaw's manipulation)...what was the video Chuck was watching. He wasn't being forced to watch it...the house belonged to a hollywood star and Chuck was 'suffering' through a nerdgasm as he watched home movies that had been shot while the star had been filming three movies that put the startch in any nerd's jeans(wait a minute, sure, they would put the startch in a nerd's jeans but what, exactly, would they put in a nerdette's jeans?)
I also plan to explain the truth behind...'Morgan Grimes, not just for the imaginary ladies anymore'...you see, the bearded gnome met this hot chick(well, lots of them, actually) and she tells anyone who listens that she doesn't mind her 'boyfriend' doing his part to 'repopulate' the planet...the truth is that the she is becoming less and less fine with it and her training in asskickery means that there could be a big problem coming soon, both for Morgan and the skanks who continue to find her 'nerd' irresistible. I know, I know, 'Stanhope virus' effect on the male population...BAD...'Stanhope virus' effect on Morgan's appeal to women...GOOD.

 Got some good news the other day...Oldestman's fuzzy eyesight and headaches were aleviated by new glasses so his condition, although still a bitch, isn't quite a bad as he was thinking it might be. Hopefully the old fart will continue to provide us with great stories, wether it's from Texas or from some beach in Mexico isn't important, all that matters is his continued presence on the 'up' side of the grass.

 About to post first chapter in a new Chuck...'Run For Your Life, Chuck Bartowski'...it will be set post Season2, episode one and if I can pull it off(no pun intended) the story may push the T rating harder(once again, NPI) than anything else I've written. Briefly, Sarah has decided to seduce Chuck...the kill order comes down...the kill order gets withdrawn but not before our boy overhears Srah and casey 'discussing' it while he;s standing outside the front door of Ellie's apartment...starts making plans...I know, at least three hundred stories have used this exact plot device but did they have this?...Run For Your Life"...A huge mutli character online game that was developed by a couple of CIA anaysts, firts a s a training tool and then as a huge hit on the w.w.w...see, Chuck starts asking Sarah and casey how to run and when they freak, he tells them about the game and they both end up playing...Chuck uses game preparations as real life preparations while S & C think he's just getting really into the game. Also, Sarah keeps trying to jump Chuck's bones but he manages to resist, thinking she's just trying to add a new level to controling him...when Chuck does disappear, Beckman produces tapes of S & C offering Chuck advice on going off grid and staying there and isn't happy to find out about the game...she actually knows of the game but is pissed that Chuck was able to manouver around his handlers and is now on the run with a huge online game serving as a constant source of helpful information...of course there will be a chase and lots of other fun stuff...at least, I hope it'll be fun...
 Sarah Walker-Broken Beyond Repaid has it's first guest author!...Aerox contributed a great chapter so , thank you, Aerox, thank you for being the first to come play in the sand box...I really hope some other writers will decide to add something. If you want to join in, send something(anything) to me using jmailto:jaytoyz@yahoo.com or you could send it here...   ministerjt@gmail.com

 It's getting late and I'm gonna head home for a nap...gotta get back to selling tires tomorrow...my dream job(he writes, pausing to wipe a tear of joy from the corner of his eye). Everyone who reads this...wait, is anyone actually reading this?...ah, what the hell, it's still what it was started to be...a place where I can post my ribbles(rambling scribbles)...everyone who reads this, remember Rick Santmoron has decided to rid 'his world' of hardcore pornography and I really hope you are as worried by that as I am...let's make sure 'his world' really never expands to be larger than the home he has in some over priced, holier than thou nieghborhood. We really don't need him(or anyone, actually) deciding what is best for anyone else. I think the idiot also said he could see an end to Planned Parenthood so that's two strikes...hell, he's a pious, self-loving dickhead...that's three strikes...don't vote for him...for anything.   Later.    JT

Goodbye to Chuck...three years later.

The show that got me hooked on fanfiction is no more...although many would say it had never been quite as good as it was those first two seasons. I'm not a huge watcher of network tv. Not having bothered with cable or any other source for years will do that to you. I became very selective in shows that I'd take the time to get on disc...always purchasing, never, ever, ever, watching stuff that wasn't purchased and copyright protected...wink, wink...wait, ignore that, I'm just writing that to set up a mental defense for later.

 I have a few shows that I enjoyed and will occasionaly rewatch. Here comes a partial list and make of it what you will: Smallville(geek),BigBang Theory(how could I not),The Middle, Fringe, Terra Nova, Eureka, Warehouse13,KyleXY(what? I'm a big old geek, remember), Burn Notice, Dexter, The OC(proof that Schwartz&Fedak can't be trusted to guide a show), Veronica Mars, ...and some shows that I tried and just couldn't find it in me to like: Grimm(would rather watch Reaper), Merlin(poof, there went my interest, just like magic),Legend of the Seeker(the book, the book), Rizzoli&Isles(if I want a bitchy woman character with an accent, I'll watch Crossing Jordan),The Cape,that Terminator thingie(it wasn't bad, just couldn't get into it)...there are of coursemany more that I'm sure would fall to either side of my list and I just don't have them on my mind right now.

 So, where was I? Oh yeah, goodbye to Chuck...but it's never gonna be gone. I'll always have the fun memories of discovering the show and watching the whole first season in one night just becasue I couldn't stop! I'll always have that and the stories in the Chuck fandom at FF...canon or AU, it doesn't matter because it's all fiction. As long as the writing and ideas are solid, I'll stick around. I'll go back and read the really good ones over and over. I'll miss APR, the man who suggested I try writing down some silly idea I had and , as it gets close to the one year anniversary of his passing, I wonder what I'd be doing with the time I take writing if Jim hadn't given me that nudge...probably still drinking just a little to much...hell, been dry for over six months...that's right, all of this is my natural charisma and weirdness, un-augmented by Jager...sorry, Jaeger, as Jim would often give me shit about my horrid americanization of the true German spelling. A few other writers have pointed that out as well but, wtf, I'll leave it for now.
 Possible new Shate fic...gonna have Daniel Shaw find out that his wife had been carrying on a torrid affair with some Hollywood Douche Bag and then get his revenge...and then I'll treat them both the way that Shnuff fics usually do...badly, very very badly. Think...Daniel uses brain doohickies(like in  that Natalie Wood movie) and then makes the HDB experience hours and hours worth of prerecorded torture deaths and then I'll treat them both to a special treat. Guess who plays the HDB in the fic?

 Getting tired, as us old and out of shape demi-gods are apt to do, and just a couple of quick thoughts before I take this old carcass home to tease the small insects in the house before throwing myself into bed...the only question being...what to watch...could dig out Chuck, season 1...maybe Castle, a show that I happen to really like despite the fact that the writers really seem to be starting to jerk us around, I mean, come on, get 'em together already!...or maybe I'll dig out Bubba HoTep...if I'm feeling just a little strange that movie always does the trick.

 Goodbye Chuck...I won't miss you because, at least for now, I still have my memories. Oh,  and Fedak, if you fuck with me again, suck me in and make me love a show and then treat me the way you've treated me twice now...well, I write such a mean blog about you, you big meanie. Hey, Chris Fedak, GFY!

A few ideas for Sarah Walker : Broken Beyond Repair Capter 2-maybe

Well, tonight's the night that the 'Chuckverse' comes to a close...ain't life grand. Thought I'd try putting  down a few paragraphs for a possible second chapter for Sarah Walker : Broken Beyond Repair?....

 Agent Sarah Walker sat with her back inches away from the back of the couch while she stared out of the one window in the waiting area. She watched the clouds as they drifted across the brilliantly blue sky and almost let herself wonder what a certain nerd might tell her the shapes looked like but she blinked once and then twice, shutting down the avenue that had become an all too familiar street in her thoughts since...'no' she told herself, blinking again and choosing to drop her gaze to her hands. Her fingers were intertwined and her hands gently rested on the handle of the cane that had become her constant companion since...'No!' she chastised herself again.

 Her peripheral vision was keeping her constantly aware of everything around her and she knew that nothing could change without her being aware of it. Her spy senses, thanks to years of training and practical use were sharpened to such a degree that they bordered on, and often crossed over into hyper vigilance. She knew that the of the six magazines that were spread out on the coffee table in front of her, three were seriously out of date, two had been brought in by the middle aged woman who sat behind the desk that was exactly 4.2 feet to her right and the cover of the final one had a picture of the actor who was the star of a movie that had been on the list of films that she was supposed to have gone to see with...'NO!' she silently screamed at herself.

 Six and a half months ago, her heightened awareness was something that she never had to concentrate on, it just was part of what had made her one of the brightest up and coming 'stars' in the CIA but these days she found herself having to concentrate just a little bit more than she liked, sometimes even losing focus for a second or two before catching herself and then locking back in.

 She would never tell her mandated psychiatrist that whenever she'd lose focus, it was due to a stray thought that somehow would tie itself to a pair of brown eyes and curly...'no, please' she pleaded with herself, sure that the secretary, who hadn't looked her way since she took her seat, would notice that she seemed to blink her eyes too often. 'Later' she promised herself, knowing full well that her dreams would once again be haunted and she'd awaken with either a strangled scream, full of hurt, still echoing from the walls of her apartment or her blue eyes would be rimmed in red, moist from tears, or as was often the case, both.

 "The director will see you now" a voice announced and Sarah almost flinched, realizing that she'd drifted again, failing to notice when the woman had received the summons she'd just relayed.

 Getting to her feet, the cane in her hands helping more than she cared to admit, she crossed the small room without a word and walked though the now open door that lead to Director Langstom Graham's office.

 'When did that open?' she asked herself, startled to find, yet again, that she'd drifted.

 "Have a seat, Sarah" the big man said with a quick eye movement that directed her towards one of the two chairs that faced his desk. "How's the therapy going?"

 'Well, straight to it' she told herself as she took a moment to collect herself while she lowered herself into the proffered chair. "Very good, sir" she answered, stretching the truth just a little.

 "Really Sarah?" he replied, his eyes softening just a little after witnessing the barely noticeable flinch when Sarah's knee bent to allow her to sit.

 "Yes sir. The doctors keep telling me I'm doing much better than they expected" she answered, the 'due to the amount of damage' that the doctors always added, being left unsaid.

 "Sarah, we both know that while you're passing expectations, you're not going to make a full recovery..."

 "I am, sir" she interrupted, suddenly wishing that the words she spoke were the truth, but she was enough of a realist to know that she might never be 100% ever again.

 "Be that as it may, we have to face the very real possibility that you might not make it back into the field and..."

 "Sir!"

 "Sarah, please, you and I have known each other too long and the fact is that your knee will never be strong enough to allow you to re-qualify for field work. I know you'll insist on trying and, if by some miracle, in six months, you pass, I'll be very happy to be proven wrong. Until then, I...we need to decide what you want to do. Your knowledge could be invaluable to new agents and I'd like you to consider finishing your rehab at the farm. You would still have the best care and could help shape the agents that will be taking the fight to Fulcrum" he finished and seemed to lean back just a little despite the fact that he hadn't moved since she'd walked in.

 Sarah sat stunned, the words her mentor had spoken striking against her hopes and the mention of Fulcrum reminding her of the failure that still haunted her and almost breaking her control. 'NO!!' she screamed to herself again, beating imaginary fists against the lid that she tried to keep on the box that contained the memories of Charles Irving Bartowski.

 She'd been cleared of any failure when she'd been called before a CIA review board almost a month after the helicopter had plunged into the bay. John Casey had supported the findings, surprising her with the almost glowing report he'd offered in support of her actions, but she continued to blame herself, knowing that the only court that mattered was the one that she fought whenever something reminded her of Chuck.

 She still failed to understand why she was so deeply affected by a man she'd known for such a short time. She spent much more time than she tought was reasonable, asking herself that question and had yet to come up with an answer that made any kind of sense.

 "Can I think about it sir? Or is it an order?" she asked, sure that her inner battle was safely hidden by the mask of indifference she wore whenever she left her apartment.

 She already knew the answer, hoping that maybe a change of scenary and a partial return to the only world she'd known for years would help her find some answers...or maybe help her find a way to secure that 'lid' a little tighter.

 "No, it's not an order, Sarah. I just think it might be good for you" he answered with a voice softer than she'd ever heard him use.

 "Is there anything else, sir?" she asked and slowly got to her feet when he gave a shake of his head. "Well, in that case, I'll give you my answer tomorrow, sir" she said before turning and making her way out of the office. As she made her way through the office she happened to notice the magazine cover that featured the piture of the actor and memories of the movie she was supposed to see and the man she was suppoed to see it with once again beat at the lid of the box and she quickened her pace, pausing only once she felt the outer office door close behind. "No" she whispered to herself, blinking her eyes several times, beating on the lid of the box of memories and struggling to hold back the tears that were threatening to make a daylight appearence.

 "No" she said again and then, after taking a deep breath, resumed her short journey to the elevator that would take her to the lobby. Once there, she'd make it to the main entrance and, once through the checkpoints, she'd be outside and heading to her apartment.

 'It's gonna be a long night' she told herself, sure that her dreams would feature a tall, curly-headed man whose brown eyes, she was afraid, would haunt her forever.



So, any thoughts?       JT

Happy monday morning...trying to push a block?

Happy monday morning...trying to push past a block that seems to let me get chapters started but unable to finish so maybe some rambling here will free up ...something? Here we go...
 Watched the new Shelock Holmes last night...at home...don't ask...and was struck by the amazing resemblance between Robert Downy in his drag make-up(on the train) and Tim Curry as Dr. Frankenfurter...I can't be the only one.
 Rewatched 'If Lucy Fell'...what a fun little movie...Sarah Jessica and a very young Scarlett Johansen...blink more than once and you might miss her...Elle Macpherson, hubba hubba...plus the patient who's look I sorta borrowed for my description of Shaw in my Shaw's Hot Date fic.
 Read the latest chapter in Oldest Man's 'She Learned The Truth...' story and really dug it.
 I'm so pissed at my PC right now...and goddamn windows...the 2012xp security update shit had me locked up for hours...I really wish there was some way to sue those assholes for harrassment and wasting my time!
 Crap, look at the time, gotta get ready to deal with the people who always make me smile...hooray for customers.     JT

Something New & Something Old...this & me

Woke up this morning to something we don't get a lot of here in nowheresvilleFL, the temperature down in the forties...what a refreshing change of pace...and a reminder, thanks to my aching joints, that I'm not getting younger...and here I thought I'd be the exception to the rule.
 Don't know why but the weather reminded me of a time, oh so long ago, in San Diego, and I thought I might add something new...a usic recommendation or two...along with a story or two.
 Many, many moons ago, I was driving south of the I5, headed towards Imperial Beach when a song came through the speakers that slapped me...hard! I was listening to the trendy, 'new wave' station, 91X to be exact, when a singer with an almost impossibly deep voice started belting his his rendition of Kharma Chameleon and I pulled over to the side of the highway. I still not sure what was the perfect combination of stuff that caused it but I was laughing so hard I just couldn't drive...that was my introduction to Country Dick Montana...drummer, part time singer and full time miscreant for San Diego's own, The Beat Farmers.
 A few years later, while working at a rather interesting bar called the Star & Garter, one of the dancers introduced me to a friend of hers...the guy was huge and once he spoke, I knew I had to ask. By that time, I had all of the Farmers cds and I even got a little fanboyish and asked the big man to sign my copy of Loud, Plowed and Live...he did..."stay out of jail, you puke. Country Dick"...man, I really miss that cd.
 To make a long story, even longer...I'd returned to Florida by the time I got the news that Dick had died on stage and then, this morning, the mp3 happened to play some Country Dick and I thought why not recommend him to any one who might listen...so, if you're musically adventurous, give the album, 'The Devil Lied To Me' by Country Dick Montana(or any of the Beat Farmers cds) a try. Musically, the album jumps around a bit but cuts 5, 6 and 7 are favorites.
 I'm sure I'll add more recommendations as I add to this blog thing...all in the hope that someone reading is actually enjoying my ramblings...and don't let my first music recommendation throw you...I've got lots more to offer and may, just maybe, you might find some thing you like among all the stuff I listen to.      JT

Pressing my luck?

13 days into 2012 and I finally manage to add something to this thing. I really wish I could figure out how to add stuff from an outside source to this blog thingie...maybe one day soon someone will take pity on me and offer hints.
 Another wonderful day, dealing with my adoring public..."yes ma'am, you have to have two of the same size tires on the front of your car...yes sir, 80 pounds is far to much pressure in your car's tire...no ma'am, we don't offer road service to the other side of the state for a used tire you bought three months ago..."  and every day I wonder how I've managed to stay sober for the last six months...I hear the siren call of that sweet, sweet Jaegermeister...soon, sweetheart, soon.
 Well, Rob Schneider has a sitcom...well, it is 2012, maybe the Mayans were just a little off with the date. Wait, that's unfair...Rob has made me laugh more than once and Jersey Shore has been renewed three times?...that has got to be a far better indicator of the end times than Rob's show and yet the ball keeps on spinnin'.
 hope to get back to some Chuck stories this weekend, I really need to update...plus, I'm also trying to coax a writer I respect into trying a collaboration on a Chuck story, using the helicopter ride from season 1, episode 2 as a jump point. The powers that be, recognizing Sarah's early signs of being compromised and the fact that she's still reeling from Bryce's betrayal, use Zarnow's treachery, secretly grab Chuck while Sarah's struggling to escape from the cuffs, and allow her to think that he perishes when the helicopter plunges into the harbor...Casey is now a full time babysitter and Chuck's off the grid leaving Sarah adrift and questioning her decisions for the last year. Ta-dah...doesn't that sound fabulous? Crap, maybe it is time for some Arizona diet green tea, blueberry flavored, and some Skyy...must think about that...and other stuff. like the next chapter of swimmer that I actually have started. Happy weekend to all.        JT