Hey there Suiciders. I'm a long time listener, first time blogger. Did that stupid reference make any smile? Just a little bit?
So. This is my first blog here. I should have been doing this a long time ago. I'm just too darned entertaining to have NOT posted a blog yet. I mean, you know?
Today, I am tired. I didn't get home last night until 3am on account of the web-series I'm in. I play Luigi in a Dystopian take on the Mushroom Kingdom and last night was the post-coital bed scene with Princess Peach. It's fun to be in bed with a beautiful woman until you realize you have a fake proboscis prosthetic pasted to your face. And a fake moustache. It's then that you realize that the in bed stuff is all for fake and suddenly your revelry is broken with the realization that this is all pretend. Oh, sweet sweet Pathos. Soak it UP!
This episode isn't up yet, but will be next Friday.
Past episodes are at therewillbebrawl.com. Have to pitch it, right?
So, I'm tired. May I say that I'm mad at my spell check for telling me that "moustache" is not the proper spelling for "mustache"? Seriously? I'm pretty upset about that. I think that putting the "U" in there is ye olde English way for spelling it. That means that it's SUPER the right way to spell it, right? It's like, "mustache" is the grandson to the Granddaddy spelling, "Moustache"! Right? Moustache paved the way for words like "mustache", that drop the elegant looking "O" right out of the spelling! Curse you Language fluidity! I'm sticking with elegance. I'm keeping the "O", darn the modern spelling.
How many more weeks until Easter? I gave up cursing for Lent and it's driving me nuts. BUT, it made me realize just how much I curse. If I could say F#@k every other word, I think I would. It's a release, right? It helps ease tension. I can honestly say that my back has started tightening up more since I relinquished cursing to the whim of Christian Tradition. Come on Easter! Hurry up and get here so I can let out one gigantic "FFFFFFFFFFFFF!" That and I'm tired of not being able to sing along with Jay-Z's "99 Problems". Classic.
Okay, to anyone who read this. You're a very nice person and I wish you utmost fondness.
So. This is my first blog here. I should have been doing this a long time ago. I'm just too darned entertaining to have NOT posted a blog yet. I mean, you know?
Today, I am tired. I didn't get home last night until 3am on account of the web-series I'm in. I play Luigi in a Dystopian take on the Mushroom Kingdom and last night was the post-coital bed scene with Princess Peach. It's fun to be in bed with a beautiful woman until you realize you have a fake proboscis prosthetic pasted to your face. And a fake moustache. It's then that you realize that the in bed stuff is all for fake and suddenly your revelry is broken with the realization that this is all pretend. Oh, sweet sweet Pathos. Soak it UP!
This episode isn't up yet, but will be next Friday.
Past episodes are at therewillbebrawl.com. Have to pitch it, right?
So, I'm tired. May I say that I'm mad at my spell check for telling me that "moustache" is not the proper spelling for "mustache"? Seriously? I'm pretty upset about that. I think that putting the "U" in there is ye olde English way for spelling it. That means that it's SUPER the right way to spell it, right? It's like, "mustache" is the grandson to the Granddaddy spelling, "Moustache"! Right? Moustache paved the way for words like "mustache", that drop the elegant looking "O" right out of the spelling! Curse you Language fluidity! I'm sticking with elegance. I'm keeping the "O", darn the modern spelling.
How many more weeks until Easter? I gave up cursing for Lent and it's driving me nuts. BUT, it made me realize just how much I curse. If I could say F#@k every other word, I think I would. It's a release, right? It helps ease tension. I can honestly say that my back has started tightening up more since I relinquished cursing to the whim of Christian Tradition. Come on Easter! Hurry up and get here so I can let out one gigantic "FFFFFFFFFFFFF!" That and I'm tired of not being able to sing along with Jay-Z's "99 Problems". Classic.
Okay, to anyone who read this. You're a very nice person and I wish you utmost fondness.