The Tab

Wanna start off saying, sorry it has been so long, and sorry this is going to be a rather short post.  Just recently moved into my own place after living with a buddy for a few months and just didn’t feel I could dedicate as much time and effort into Th3T4b as I would have liked while living there, however now that I am back on my own, hopefully I’ll be able to start writing a little more as things progress.

Alrighty now so onto the topic at hand and reason for writing tonight!  I have been dreaming for quite some time to take a backpacking trip across some of Europe.  Thought I would break it into different sections different years and just save up for my entire life and this all still just be a dream.  Any who, I decided that if I were ever to take a trip through Europe, I’d start and get the bigger part out of the way first.  Come in to Lisbon, Portugal and work my way up to some place like Paris or something (again all just speculating on what I wish I could do).  So for shits and giggles I hop onto Google maps to check the distance.  Decide, “Hey Google has a walking ‘guide’ thing option, lets see how Google would get me to Paris =D”  apparently Google Just wants you to drown in the Bay of Biscay…..

Giving birth sucks, its the life long adventure after that matters!  Though going through that adventure with me as you’re child had to be some crazy ass shit.  I give some serious kudo’s to the women that raised me.  Sure I started off all cute and fat and adorable, but that changes.  I grew up and had a crazy attitude, and aimed every ounce of that attitude at her.  The gal in question managed to deal with my whiny and bitchy ass, continue to raise my two brothers, and deal with the drama of work ect.  We had / have our issues and differences, but she is still my mom.  She raised me well, gave me a home, took care of me, and gave me a set of morals that I am proud of.  I can happily say that I am who I am in part of the way I was raised.  Granted she can be just as much a pain in my ass as much as I AM in hers (hehe), I love her.  She brought me into this world, and with that…. I am here to annoy the shit outa the rest of you!  Love ya mom! Happy mommies day, hope its a good one ^_^

Yes this is a tad out of character, but you know what…. if you have a problem you can suck it <3 =D

This is really just my over all thoughts of this film.  I am not going into details of the story or anything.

So as I said I was going to get this Frankenstein movie that was based off the Dean Koontz series.  Well, the movie came in some time ago and I was honestly afraid to watch it.  After some time of sitting on my ass staring at the case, I popped it in my PS3 and forced myself to watch it.  First impression….. omgwtfbbq….

The opening scene is on a cruise liner.  I understand that the movies are never like the book, but really.  This one STARTS off wrong even.  We can’t even get the monk temple in Tibet right.   To make it better, that opening scene looked like it was shot with an every day camera you’d find laying around in your attic.  So first impression… this is going to be a very 88 minutes.

To be completely honest, when the movie was over, I was more impartial.  I mean it wasn’t HORRID, was just low budget.  You could tell from the start the movie was very low budget.  Acting was mediocre, nothing over the top great, but it wasn’t Twilight either.  These characters actually had emotion to them and actually tried to express them.  When it was all done and said my only real complaint was that it was rushed.  Too much too fast and never a moment to stop and collect you thoughts over what just happened, just scene to scene to get it over.  While still debating on the movie, I watched the “In the making” part of the DVD.  This gave me some extra insight and definitely helped pin my actual opinion on the film.

It was actually filmed in 20 days.  Yeah, you heard right.  20 fucking days to film this movie.  Thats it! It was earlier today that I realized that this was also originally made for a TV movie only and later on went to DVD.  Though the real thing that made me respect the movie, were the people who put it all together.  You watch them making the scenes and getting the director’s thoughts on it all, as well as the actors, set builders, stunt doubles, ect… They all had a lot of fun.  They really enjoyed what they were doing and played with it.

My over all thoughts were: Sure, its not great acting and was rushed.  The movie looked like it was made with a low grade camera, but meh.  I had to respect it for what it was.  Low budget film for tv.  You can’t get great with those and I still admire the enthusiasm EVERY one had for the movie and their parts in it.  For the length of time that they were able to get this done, again I have to admire them and their work.

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So, while on Facebook, I see people posting what Urbandictionary.com has to say about their name’s.  Thinking it would tell me the same thing every other site has to say about my name (‘handsom’ thats funny if you ask me) I ignored it for a while.  Though, after thinking on it for a while I thought I’d see any ways, being on 3rd shift and bored out of my god for saken mind does things to you.  And holy shit the funny crap I found while looking it up. I mean really!  I don’t think I’ve laughed this hard in a while.

Here’s what the site says about my name:

1) basicilly a kid with a huge dick. looks great, smells great, and all the ladies want him. great at sports also. great sense of humor. (some of this may be true but I still lol’d like no other)

2) Anglicized form of the Irish name Caoimhín, derived from the older Irish Coemgen, composed of the Old Irish elements coem “kind, gentle, handsome” and gein “birth”. Saint Caoimhin established a monastery in Ireland and is the patron saint of Dublin. (ok?)

3) a male that performs great intercourse on a female (really? who calls sex ‘a kevin’? Thanks I guess?)

4)v. The act of hip-thrusting. The body is positioned in such a manner in which the movement of the pelvic muscles is maximized whereas the movement of the rest of the body is minimized. The hips are then thrusted back and forth in rapid succession. See HardGay. (Hard gay really? The one just prior said doing a chick was ‘a kevin’ and now hard gay?! for fuck sakes XD)

5) A Portuguese slang for penis (so a dude preformed a kevin with his kevin?!)

6) An amazing guy who is so funny, and wonderful. Someone who can brighten anyone’s day no matter how sad they are. He’s sweet, and handsome. He can be sarcastic but he gets it from me, well some of it. He gets scared of nonscary things, and he has an amazing sense of style with wicked hair to accompany it. His smile is adorable, and his laugh is too. He smells like heaven, even though I don’t know the exact name of the cologne he uses. I can pretty much say that I’m in love with this guy, entirely. His name means more to me than it would to anyone else, and I’m pretty sure of that. (sounds bout like what I’ve heard about me =p)

7) someone who has probably porked your mom (=O)

Now tell me this isn’t some funny shit!!  I was rolling!

[moving to something serious now =D]

So I know it has been a while (Sorry Heather), but work has been pretty killer.  Moved here to Phoenix about 2 months ago now, and still working about 60 hours a week.  Pretty crazy crap yo.  Since I’ve been here I can’t say I’ve done much.  Been really stuborn and not wanting to go out unless its with my usual group (Josh, Smalley, Dwayne, Heather), and I’m like crazy pail now XD  Ugh and fuck me sideways guys, I’m doing that stereotypical blogging shit now.  Writing some useless shit as aposed to the witty humorous BS the site started off like =(.  Making me upset.  The motivation  I had and the snappy come backs and replies to shit I see out and about just aren’t coming to me. RAWR! its frustrating sitting here writing and having to pause to actually stop and attempt (and fail mind you) of something witty.  On this depressing note I’m ending this post.

[Next post is about the Oscars.  Gimme a category to talk about next post and lets see where that goes.  I'm saving the Razzies for their own post soon to come.  Def expect something good for this one (hopefully)]