Arkham Asylum

I told you I'd be back.

2006-03-07T16:34:00.000-08:00

Yes, that's right true believers I am indeed back. Not exactly back with a vengeance or anthing like that just back for a blog or two. So I've moved out on my own, well not alone. Elizabeth and I about 3 weeks ago moved into the Embassy Apartments in Jonesboro and have been enjoying it ever since. It's been a very nice experience and has me looking forward to spending the rest of my life with the woman I love.
Other than that I've just been working on sculpture and what not. As a matter of fact I just hacked the Art Student Union email to ask for help with empty laundry detergent bottles. I didn't really hack, I was a previous president and knew the password...still felt cool, seeing as how I'm not a member anymore and shouldn't be using the email...BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! COBRA-LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA!!!!

Craziness

2006-02-06T11:20:00.000-08:00

So...since my last blog, I'm sure you're all wondering what's been going on in my life...for those not in the know, that's sarcasm. Well lets see...not a whole lot has been going on. Just being stupid. I will say this, the Chuck E. Cheese in Jonesboro, FANTASTIC. That's right, they let 23 yr olds in there without kids...funny side know, you're not allowed if you're under 18yr. It's like a club for families...YEAH!
I also got a couple pet hamsters the other day. Well Elizabeth got them for me. Herbert, well he'll bite the holy hell out of a finger if you let him and Zabby, well she sleeps all day.
The craziest thing thus far however took place at work on Saturday, Feburary 4th, 2006. It all started off as another boring morning wasted at work. I had finished my notes for the day and off and on helped Chad, the guy in Garden Center, with his notes. Then after wasting 5 1/2 hours, we got to go to lunch at 12:30. Why? Because Dave came into work. Now I know you don't know these people, but knowing them isn't important to the story. So, I come back to work after an hour and when I enter the back hallway I see Chad standing in the stairwell with a huge gun safe. The biggest one we sell in fact, it stands a whopping 4ft tall and weighs a whopping 328lbs. So I think to myself, I'm glad I wasn't here earlier to mess with that. Then Chad looks at me and says find Kari, our manager. Now I know something is wrong and run to clock on and I find Kari in the break room, she had overheard Chad telling me that. That being said I run back to the stairwell to see Dave laid back on the stairs, pale (later realize from blood loss) with another associate, Cindi, huddled over his foot. When she moved I saw Dave's big toe had become...bigger and had turned the deepest color of purple it could before turning black. As they took care of Dave, I took care of the gunsafe sell. Well an hour or so later, Dave's toe still hasn't stopped bleeding and well let the good times roll, so off to the ER in WR for almost 6 hours and well yup, he's off work with multiple fractures or something, he was drugged up when I talked to him that night. But at least he gets to keep his toe, many who saw it, including myself, were afraid that the toe, well was destroyed and would be done away with. Honestly, this was one of the craziest things to happen in my 4 yrs there...funny story, the year before I was hired, or a couple years actually, the store manager and personel (SP?) manager got fired for getting caught upstairts in the security room, doing the nasty. Yup, who said work can't be interesting.

SHE SAID YES!!!

2006-01-15T21:15:00.000-08:00

Hot damn...Elizabeth said yes to the proposal of marrying me!!! WHOO HOO!!!

KISS THE RING!

It's good to be me.

2006-01-09T11:41:00.000-08:00

Captain's Log, Stardate 01-09-2006.
School has begun and to celebrate Chris, Elizabeth and myself went to see Hostel last night. Great movie, GREAT. Guest starred Miike Takahashi...for those who don't know, he is the God of freak you out gore movies. When he popped up the movie was from then on good because it signified the beginning of the craziness. Everyone should see this movie.
As I stated school has started, Elizabeth had her first class at 8am and goes until about 4pm in the afternoon. Myself, well I only have classes on Tuesday and Thursday. So what did I do. Well I went and...well first let me tell a story within a story. My mother has some wonderful jewelery. An example is a pair of earrings she owns which she has held onto to offer to my brother and myself to allow them to be made into rings, that's right, engagement rings...See where this is going? Well she's shown them to Elizabeth and myself and we were extremely delighted with them. So today, my mother and myself went to Jonesboro to look at jewelers and see about getting the 5 diamond cluster put onto a engagement ring setting. The first jeweler we stopped at, George's, gave us such a good price for the placing of the cluster and sizing of the ring that we couldn't pass it up. So on Saturday I'll have an engagement ring!
Here's the thing though, we had already decided on a date for our wedding, so Elizabeth know's the ring is coming, it's no big surprise...I wish it was, but we had done research and it seems a lot of people get engaged then pick the ring out so that it's easier on the guy and the girl gets a ring that she likes...easy right?
So that all being said, if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm getting married!

COBRA-LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA,
W. Tribble

What's this? A Blog, you say?

2006-01-07T14:43:00.000-08:00

So yeah, I'm not back with a new web layout or anything cool like that...sorry. So this is what's been going on with me lately. My wonderful girlfriend has moved in with my family and myself and will be attending ASU next semester and onward through May 2007. I recently broke my left pinky toe, the day after Christmas...I went to work afterwards for 5 hours, this being before I knew it was broken. When I got home, there sticking up was a bone trying to come out of the top of my toe and as for my toe...well it was swollen and black...simply put, Awesome. My mom also had surgery on her right foot to correct some troubles she's had with arthritis. The cut tendons and bones to straighten her toes again, the next day off to wally world she went...crazy how far surgery has come. Speaking of Wally World...well it still sucks...the sad part is they posted the they're recruiting for management and after talking to a girl who did that last year, well I'm debating whether or not to do it...more money, more ideas for artwork, more stress, more hate...so who knows. Well that's about it. Hope all is well with everyone else. Cobra-la and all that jazz.

Tribble

VIVA EDDIE GUERRERO

2005-11-14T11:35:00.000-08:00

I know many of you find wrestling to be something of an embarrassment to society. I however love it and thrive on it. Honestly if I could do anything my dreams as a child were to be a comic book artist or a wrestler. Simply put one of my earliest memories are of my dad and myself sitting watching Sting and Ric Flair wrestle, it was the feud of the mid 80's and it was the first time Sting won the WCW Title. Why do I remember that, wrestling is one of the things that bond myself to my father, it's a love we share. So that being said I was saddened to hear that on Sunday morning one of my personal favorites, Eddie Guerrero, had passed away. It's said that on Sunday morning he met up with some of his co-wrestlers for breakfast and afterwards returned to his room and wasn't seen for some time. When friends went to look they found him in the bathroom with toothbrush still in his mouth, dead. The cause of death is believed to be heart failure. Guerrero, when I was young, amazed me with his high flying style in the ring and his antics later on in his career and even stole one of my beliefs in life "Cheat to Win". Guerrerro amazed me later in life when, after being fired from WWE for drug abuse, entered into rehab and some months later made a successful return to the ring to later become champ. Yes, the matches and winners are planned and known ahead of time, but like everyone in the business and everyone who watches, it was known, Eddie Guerrero earned that belt and the honor of holding and defending it for the year that he did. So this blog is just to honor the fact that a man who deserved a longer life, who enjoyed pleasing the fans that came to see him perform night after night and who had overcome so many odds and demons that had destroyed so many others has passed away and will be greatly missed. Viva, Eddie Guerrero.

Success!

2005-11-09T17:01:00.000-08:00

So yeah I've been helluva busy lately...sarcasm at it's finest. No, truthfully things have been a little hectic with school and all. You know end of semester...no matter how hard you try it happens, regardless of what is done in preperation. So since the last post I've read The Island of Dr. Moreau...quite honestly one of the best books I've read, ever. The Invisible Man...proving to be a tougher read...but I will fight and finish it. Other than that...lot of prints just go pumped out tonight 4 editions of 5 prints to be exact...just one silk screen layer so it wasn't anything major but they go together as one big piece so I was proud. So that's been about it. Ciao, Cobra-lalalalalalalalalalalala!

The Coolest Gift Ever...Period.

2005-10-26T08:19:00.000-07:00

So as the Title suggest, I have recieved the coolest gift ever. Elizabeth for Christmas has adopted a spotted hyena in my name at the St. Louis Zoo. So I now have a baby hyena at the St. Louis Zoo. Here's how this came about. I love hyenas...LOVE THEM. At some point I mentioned I had always wanted a pet hyena and Zabborino, being the hero she is, read an article about adopting animals at zoos and looked and sure enough found and adopted a hyena that's not yet a year old. It's name, we don't know yet, I've been naming it Malawi, this is because a couple months ago a rabid hyena went on a two day kill spree in the village Malawi in Africa. It attacked 24 people and killed nine. So at some point in time if any of you go to the St. Louis Zoo, look for my name on the Parents Wall and look for my baby...I should be getting a picture of him before too long and I'll surely post it for all to see, cause I have not only the coolest gift ever, but the coolest pet/child ever.

What is this? A new post? Surely not!

2005-10-21T08:56:00.000-07:00

So I'm sitting here in Digital Printmaking listening to Minority by Green Day and thought to myself...I should write a blog. This also is coming from seeing the Mandster in all her glory and realizing no one blogs anymore. Speaking of that, Zac will not be with us for a couple of months. See where Zac works, which will remain unnamed, has instigated some sort of mother board that will track where the workers go on the internet at all times. The boss of Zac's department told them of this as a warning and told them they were looking to make examples so that being said, don't plan on reading a blog by Zac for some time.
Myself, well I've been busy. Working, too much. Going to school and spending time with Elizabeth. I did turn 23 on October 12, that was a fun event...OLD AGE!!! Speaking of school, for those of you who don't know I'll be graduating in May instead of December. Here's why. I've changed my body of work from torture to anti-Wal*Mart. And in a few short months I will not be able to create enough work for a senior show. I could, but it'd be rushed and would not be of the quality I think I'm capable of. So, I'm going to be living in Southaven, working at Wal*Mart, commuting to ASU and on Tuesday/Thursday nights I'll be the grant-in-aid in the Sculpture Lab...aka, J's Bitch. So that should prove to be useful. That all being said, if you would like an invitation mailed to you for my senior show, I ask that you please email me your Mailing Addresses to trashcan_man19@yahoo.com. Thanks.
Hope all is going well for everyone else. Ciao, Bitches.

My new life plan.

2005-10-11T10:52:00.000-07:00

So yesterday me and a few guys from work were talking about what we were going to do with our lives. I thought for a moment...tomorrow October 12, I'll be 23...what am I honestly going to do with my life? Work at Wal-Mart for years on end? Get the comic book rolling and make some profit on it? Try out at an open practice for the Cardinals? The answers are as follows, I hope to hell no, Hopefully, and Give me 3 years to get into shape and I'm doing it.
My actual answer to this question came when Danny picked up a magazine with everyone's favorite adoptive mother, Angelina Jolie, on it, stating she was mother of the century or some bullshit. So my answer became this. I'm moving to Africa or somewhere middle way between Africa and Asia...maybe Italy. Why my friends ask, well here's why. I'm going to go over there and travel and find as many unwanting parents as possible and simply give them a little money and I'll be a proud new father/mentor. After a few questioning looks, Todd, thankfully realized what the plan was and said he was in. Everyon else need some explainin to be done. So I furthered the explianation. I'm going to adopt as many children as I can and keep adopting. By the time I'm 43, I'll have an army of 20-something yr olds ready to do my bidding. That's right folks...I'm going to start growing my own army. You may think it's sounds crazy but honestly, I think you get 3 people willing to do this and it'd work...we'd start first with the true power front, the Vatican. After that, Europe would be ours. From there well we already have most of the Asian and African population adopted so that's taken care of. What about the Middle East you ask? We'll nuke them with Korea's supply...and by nuke, I mean completely wipe it off the map. Then while America trembles in fear we'll wait and see what the leader at that times does. Probably be some pompus ass Republican and they'll try to fight us, well we'll have a much larger army, it'll be easy pickings. After they send their whole army over after us, well no one will be left to protect the wonderful America...we'll just march in, parade style, and take over. Yup, and what will I do after that? I'll send every damn politician to Antartica and then set up my own government with my own people in charge, then I'll go back to Florence, cause I'll own it and enjoy my benefits. Yeah, that's one hell of a plan.

A New Post?!?

2005-10-04T11:04:00.000-07:00

So I've decided that I'm going to post again. What have I been up too you all may be wondering? Not a whole lot. Went and spent the weekend in Southaven with Elizabeth a couple weeks ago. Good times, got lost in the ghetto of Memphis. While there we were witnesses to 8yr old children running nude through the yards of the ghetto...and yes even at the tender age of 8, they're hung like government mules...insanity I tell you. We also visited the Brook's Museum, University of Memphis and Tunice, where on Saturday night at the Grand Casino we witnessed a Freestyle Fight Championship Tournament...quite honestly, the coolest thing ever to experience live and in person. From there it's been work, more work and when I can fit it in school. How sad it that? I have to fit school in with my work schedule. This past weekend I got beat in quite a few bets with Elizabeth...first she beat me to Wendy's for dinner so I had to pay, then she, being a vegetarian, bet me that if she could eat a #3, which is a Triple Cheeseburger, Fries and Drink, for the next two meals I'd pay, one meal being sushi, and I'd pay for bowling that night. So I'm in debt for 2 meals and bowling. I win the first game of bowling...feeling manly, soon to realize Elizabeth was just warming up and in the second game well I lost...my ass is still hurting from that beating. So that's what I've been up too. Hope you enjoyed this bi-monthly post from me, Willie T. COBRA-LALALALALALALALA!!!

The Movie of Movies

2005-09-20T11:11:00.000-07:00

So my wonderful girlfriend, Elizabeth, actually found Audition in Little Rock last week. This movie is by a guy named Miike Takahashi, I think that's the correct spelling. Anywho, I got stuck on this guy after seeing Ichi The Killer. That movie actually made me squirm with discomfort as the main character sliced his on tongue off. Audition took it a step further. Here is a story of a middle aged widower who seven years after his wife dies is talked back into dating by his teenage son and producer friend with the hopes of remarraige. The producer friend sets up an audition for potential dates and the main character falls immediately for a girl. After a few dates the man and young woman take a weekend away together and she strangely disappears, hence the weird shit starts. As he struggles to cope he begins to chase the girl down using what he knows of her and soon finds himself at home alone with nothing other than a cup of brandy, which has been drugged by the young woman. Here the fun starts. The girl begins acupuncture on the man, he's been paralyzed but can still feel all the pain. She then puts needles in his eye sockets by his nasal cavity and begins to flick them to induce more pain. Soon she's locked gaunlets to his ankles and wrapped piano wire around his left ankle. "This wire cuts easily through meat and bone," she says before she starts cutting. Takashi draws the cutting off of the foot to about 3 minutes and when it was done, I was dry heaving...I stopped the movie, because I wasn't feeling good and when I got up I was still to light headed and almost blacked out. How awesome is that? It's got the be one of the best movies I've ever in my life seen with Ichi coming in a close second. Oh I also got an XM Radio...purty FUCKING sweet.
As mentioned I also have a girlfriend now, Elizabeth a.k.a. Zabborino "The Mutha Fucking Hero". She's an art student from Lyon College in Batesville but will be transferring to UofM next semester. So now you all know, and knowing is half the battle, G.I. JOE! Ciao, BITCHES!

In Search of...Maniquin Heads.

2005-09-13T20:06:00.000-07:00

So our story starts like this. JC Penney is having a liquidation sale and they're selling some stuff, maniquins included. So J decided we should go look. So J, Tessa and myself headed for JC Penney. In search of things for sculpture projects and well J sees a former student while I'm checking out and one thing leads to another and she asks did you see the maniquin heads? Hell no we didn't see them. So she says well go ask and see if Stephen is in and he'll know if we have some left. So off J and myself go to begin our search for Stephen when J turns around and asks for Stephen's last name. The girl looks up and with a straight face says King...the guy we're looking for is Stephen King...could things get any weirder? J and myself in JC Penney? Looking for Stephen King? Looking for Stephen King so we can ask about Maniquin Heads? I think not. So I just wanted to share that story with you. In the end, there was no Stephen King and no Maniquin Heads...pretty piss poor ending, huh? I thought so too.

My Comment of Dan's Blog

2005-09-02T11:57:00.000-07:00

So Dan in his comments mentioned some things about the Hurricane. His blog is http://grafikdan.blogspot.com. He asked that some of us who know him comment on what we thought of the whole mess so I put my thoughts down and thought I would put them here to share as well in case someone didn't make it to Dan's page to see.
Here it is:

W. Tribble said...
An British paper, I believe it was, interviewed one of the survivors of the Tsunami from last year and asked about the differences between that disaster and the Hurricane. Let the List begin.
1. Americans jumped on their world power high horse and came rushing to help. As for the Hurricane, Bush has done little or nothing to help.
2. No one, and I mean no one, was reported being mugged, raped, killed, nothing. NOT A GODDAMN THING after the Tsunami, but here it's a different story as Dan pointed out.
3.People on the other side of the world are more civilized and accepting of others, as the man interviewed pointed out. Everyone helped everyone. People who lost everything, what'd they do? They didn't go hide in Sporting Event Dome, no they went out and began helping as soon as they could, they didn't wait for the top government official to tell them what need to be done, they just went out surveyed the situation and did what they could.
Here you may wonder. Well we loot, rape and kill. We're the land of the free goddammit and we have the right to do that in event of a disaster, that's our God given right. Makes you wonder just where the true civilizations are located and who the true world powers are. Those that immediatly help their own after losing everything they had or the ones that kill to make it through because it's their supposed God given right here in the America, Land of the Free. And when we recover from this and look out at the world, I'm sure many will still wonder why the rest of the world looks down upon Americans and are simply disgusted witht the idea of America in general.

W. Tribble said...
P.S. How great is it that if gas prices go higher and high that they might ration it out. Hmmm let me think, Ration gas, tell us not to buy it unless we need it...sounds like I'll be dropping out of school for a semester so I won't have to take gas away from some one who needs it...Great job you're doing there George, way to use our oil resevoirs and help out with some of this. If ever there was a time to say it this is it, I'm proud my vote was against our current President. Took you a fucking week before you even started to do anything to help outside of telling us only buy gas if you need it...God, I wish we had more leaders like that in the world.

So there it is. We've talked about this in my Digital Printmaking class. If gas goes as high as $5 a gallon I'll be able to maybe afford to come to my classes once a week. Once one a MWF and Once on a TTR. So what exactly will I be able to accomplish then? Nothing, I won't have money for my art supplies and I won't have money to buy anything for sculpture, printmaking or anything else. So I'm going to watch the gas prices and in all likely hood they'll break $6 and I'll be forced to drop out of school due to money issues...so yeah everything in my life is going good except for the prospect of money, I may just move into the sculpture lab and transfer to one of the Wal-Mart stores in Jonesboro, then maybe I could afford gas or just buy a bike.

These Breaks Between Classes Are Killing Me

2005-09-02T11:37:00.000-07:00

So I guess I could be working on a project, but I just got done eating and Shelley has a class right now and the air compressor is broken so I can't cut metal. So I'm sitting in the sculpture lab blogging and drinking a fablous Propel Berry Flavored Water Drink that Dan got me hooked on in Italy. Speaking of which, how you doing Dan? You making ok after the Hurricane, Buuuuddy?!?
Anywho, I have nothing to blog about just thought I would cause well I got nothing else to do. Oh, I did go on a date recently, with that cool art chick from Lyon I mentioned, Elizabeth. So after almost a year of not dating I think I held up pretty well. It was honestly the best date I've ever been on...but I digress...on to the morbid stuff you people are used to, right?
I got nothing morbid, it's weird a hurricane hits and kills thousands leaves even more without homes and everything in my life starts to fall into place and I'm happy for a change...not to take away from what happened...but I don't know, it seems fitting in the wake of destruction the life of Tribble finally becomes enjoyable and worthwhile...weird shit I tell, weird shit.

Add on to "Holy Blogger Batman"

2005-08-29T12:44:00.000-07:00

God, no more spammers for me...how you may be thinking is Tribble so sure he'll have no more spammers. Two words: Word Verification. That's right, go under seetings and then click the link for comments and turn that shit on. God, I just saved Zach from an eternity of suffering though blog spammers...I must surely be awsome, right?

Holy Blogger Batman

2005-08-29T11:29:00.000-07:00

So holy shit, Zach wrote a new blog. He's even gone so far as to start rewriting our comic book...for something like the fifth time, I'm beginning to wonder if we'll ever get far enough along to actually start drawing the thing and trying to publish it.
I haven't heard from Tim, I talked to Krystal though and she said he was busy as all good Men of God should be, I guess...who know? If a man of god was busy, how busy would he have to be to be as busy as a man of god? Oh, that's a tricky one...I guess when Tim joins the blogging family again we can get an answer.
So has anything been going on in my life...I've worked, gone to school and not had any time to rest from either...for some reason I made an unconscious decision to be a workaholic this semester...why? No one knows, if anyone does and they aren't telling me, I'm kicking your ass.
That's it, a boring post from a boring guy. Ciao.

I, Blogger

2005-08-27T18:21:00.000-07:00

So apparently, when the jobs start the blogging stops. Not here, I say, not here. I blog, work (2 jobs), school, oh and hey I still blog. The rest of you, lazy. Anywho, what am I doing? Jack shit...I've been invited to a ladies night in Batesville, wild women, I gotta be going, right? Wrong, because of working all freaking weekend, I have to stay in the Ridge and get sleep so I can hold it together for work, dammit. So off and on since the invite I have to hear of how wild this stuff gets and then I'm told chicks break out into hardcore fights, biting, clawing, spitting, and hissing included. Why must Wal-Mart ruin the fun I could have? Because, Wal-Mart is hell, if you've worked there, you know.
Other news, well there's not any. Well, last night for the first time in my life I laughed so hard I shot tea out my nose, never and I mean never has that happened before. Yeah, when the Jenkins get together, all Holy Hell and fun break out and we leave only laughing corpses in our full-on, hardcore assualt.
Well as it always goes, this blog bus end. I'm off to read the new National Geographic, isn't that surprising, I read an intellegent publication, who knew. I'm hard to the core, core to the heart...jesus, I'm scaring myself. Ciao.

Bored...to say the least

2005-08-26T09:24:00.000-07:00

So here I sit in the graphic design room a hour before digital printmaking starts. Why, you may ask, well here's your answer, because those fucking pricks who live in the housing development by the campus p.d. drive from their homes to campus, a mere block or two to get closer parking spaces. So after having to park in their parking spots in the housing developments I've started getting to ASU and hour or hour and a half early so I can get a decent spot and walk. I don't care to walk, it's just the idea that people live on campus, literally two blocks from the buildings and drive to get closer to the building. It's stupid as hell, thankfully after Labor Day it's going to be illegal and tickets are supposedly going to start flying. So what else has been going on lately you ask? Well I've been back to the Haven, to resign the lease for our apartment, I was introduced to 4 new sculpture students as "J's Bitch" by none other than J himself. I've met a cool artist from Lyon college, been to IHOP a few times and diven my new car like there was no tomorrow.
So by now you're probably wondering what this blog was for, basically I dunno, but I do know I think that one dude, yeah you know him, that Timothy Charles Hose, guy...I think he's fallen off the face of the planet or well gravity let go of him and he floated up into the ozone and burst into flames. I mean honestly, where are you Tim? To post a new blog, is that too much to ask? We just want to be kept informed of your life...shit.
So yeah, that was gay and I apologize. I'm out, bitches.

Back to Business

2005-08-22T11:35:00.000-07:00

So school started today. Here's the lineup.

MWF
10am Digital Printmaking
3pm Advanced Prinmaking
TTR
2pm Advanced Sculpture
TBA
Studies in Art History...with the FREAKIN DEAN...ROCK ON!
Senior Exhibition
Studio Problem/Sculpture

So there you have it. Fun Fun Fun. Please if you pray keep me in there somewhere, I need to graduate and get out of school for a while...16 yrs of k-college is TOO FUCKING MUCH. Ciao, Bitches.

"O"

2005-08-20T18:05:00.000-07:00

So shit, Thursday I went to test drive some vehicles to trade in my truck "Grendel" for and save some money on gas when school starts. Well I drove three vehicles. 1st up, a 2001 Ford Explorer. The previous owner had put something like 22" rims on this bad boy and it drove like a piece of shit on wheels...no thanks. Next, 1998 Chevy Blazer. It drove well, had duel exhaust and I could haul stuff, but I'd only be getting 8 more miles to the gallon. Lastly, a 2000 Hyundai Tiburon...a 5 speed. I've never driven a 5 speed, don't know how to...well Thursday I learned in like 20 minutes...SWEET! Friday the insurance quotes came into play. The Blazer added $7 and the Tiburon close to $20. Well with the gas money I'd save with the Tiburon ( it's gonna get somewhere between 30-40 miles to the gallon, by the calculations we all did) I can afford $20 more dollars on the insurance. So on Friday around 1pm I became the proud owner of a Tiburon, a Blood Red one at that...how fucking sweet is that. Oh and I can haul shit in it...sorta, the back seats lay down and shit on a stick I can haul some stuff back there. So I drive this thing for no reason now other than I feel cool shifting gears and all that stuff, because I've never done it before...good time.
On other business, Zach moved into the apartment today, the fuckers messed up the lease, and I got to go on Thursday to sign the lease...again...shit. Oh and school starts back on Monday, and you guys want to be back there? You fuckers leave me and now want to come back and "hang out" around the annex and shit...NO, I'll have nothing of it. You're all banned from the annex, until I graduate...and you're all kicked out of the Justice League of the Art Annex...bet you didn't even know you were members...now you know why you had weird nicknames like Cheetah Boy, Coopster, Man of God, "D" (that one not so weird, just lazy) and so on. Hope you all enjoy knowing I'm having a blast at school without, cause I won't be...I'm stuck with Lile...that guy doesn't know the meaning of fun...

Strange Happenings

2005-08-15T20:57:00.000-07:00

So today someone, I suppose some girl that dialed the wrong number calls me, well seeing a number I don't know I don't answer. When I come back to my room and look at my phone, this person has left a message, after I identify myself and knowing it's not who they're looking for. Well I listen only to be greeted by "Hey baby, I don't know you, but your voice sure is sexy". Right...my hillbilly hick voice is sexy. So I want to know, how does a normal person react, granted I'm asking you guys, most my art buds from ASU, and we all know none of us are "normal". Secondly, which one of you assholes are giving out my number weird girls that find the voice of Tribble "sexy"? If anything about me is "sexy" it sure as hell ain't my voice...maybe it is though, I don't have anything else going for me...because as well all know, no one likes a fatass...

hmm

2005-08-13T20:58:00.000-07:00

...well Zach and myself now have an apartment in Southaven, MS...it was dirty as hell and hadn't been cleaned out yet. I did check out the Wal-Mart there, and it was actually nice...weird how you're perspective changes on a place when you start to enjoy working there. Other news, there is none, nothing happens in my life, after writing about what I wanted to do for sculpture class this semester I've almost changed my mind ot do something else, the movie is still and must, but I dunno, the torture stuff, I want to make it more personal...if that's the way to put it, wearable, that's it, wearable. Maybe display the pieces with pictures hanging behind them to shown how they're meant to be worn...yeah, I like it. Sorry I was typing and thinking, it meshed. Someone, from ASU, tell me if you think that sounds like a decent plan. Shit, there is nothing on TV and I still haven't found that Hot Rod Mag, so I can make fun of Zach for it...life sucks, kiddies, don't let anyone tell you any different...That's my Tribble-ism for the day, ciao.

Up da Date

2005-08-07T10:14:00.000-07:00

So nothing has been going on. I got sent back to the automotive department for the week, long story, don't want to relive it...it sucked. Tonight I start the 9pm-7am shift...for four days...while I'm sick...YAY. So what movies have I seen, you ask? Well I've seen the Devil's Rejects twice now...AWSOME, I've seen the Wedding Crashers twice...AWSOME. That's been about it, I did on a rare trip to Hobby Lobby see J and Less and scary thought...he reads our blogs...or at least mine...sorta cool, sorta creepy, that my advisor and main professor is keeping up with my blog. Anywho, back to Hobby Lobby. The question is why is it when I go in there, alone, I feel that I'm the only single guy in there that isn't working...cause I've looked...and I am, and why do I feel so weird about it. It's like everytime I step in there my hardcore/poser reputation with the whole death/gore/exectution art is blown to little tiny bits of dust...God...I need a hug.
So the blogs not done...what else do I have to write about...nothing...and lots of it. As impressive as it sounds...I've actually been working on projects so that I won't be as stressed this semester. What am I making? Well for one a hand-dicer, go to Steak Escape, watch them make the fries...you'll get it. Next, a torture rack...but without a table...it'll be different...hopefully good. Then a movie...if Lile will help...it's gonna be great, a movie of about 4 different torture-ous events being done to a person being interrogated or something. What sort of events? Well first I got planned for one of their eyes being scooped out with a spoon, then a scalping...that'll be fun, then the hand-dicer, so that's got to get made, then just simply shot in the head...yeah...this will god-willing be at the senior show. How great would that be? Oh and I'm redoing my tombstone to make it more Tribble appropriate. The project I've started on is one for printmaking...it's hard to describe...just know I started on it...yeah.
On a closing note, my sinuses are so stopped up and so much pressure I think my right eye is going to blow out of my socket straight across the room...the good side, I'll get to wear a patch and can be a pirate, AAAARGH, Swab tha poop-deck.

Links

2005-07-31T11:13:00.000-07:00

So in a fit of boredom before work, I decided to learn how to had everyone's pages to my links section. So yeah it's nothing big for you computer nerds/graphic designers, but I'm a studio artist, and let's be honest you all know me, I'm stupid and funny enough, partially retarded. That's right I'm part of God's big sense of humor, laugh it up. Ok, enough laughing! Here I am modestly proud of what I've accomplished and I'm getting laughed at. Anyway nothing exciting has been going on other than this setting my links section up, yup exciting life I lead. I did go see Wedding Crasher Saturday, good stuff. Zach be ready cause when I get to Southaven, that's what we're doing. Not to pick up chicks or anything, but to simply ruin weddings, see Lile went away to Hawaii for his so no one could do this to him...honestly where was my wedding invitation? Huh, Lile? Yeah, silence, just as I suspected, Loser. Well that's all I got. Ciao, Bitches.

The Fun That Should Have Been

2005-07-29T11:06:00.000-07:00

So tonight was the scheduled first ever Jenkins Family Rasslin event. To no ones great surprise, yesterday half the participants backed out so it's a no go. So I'm basically wasting time before I head across town for a funeral for one of my best friends grandfather. After that who knows. Good news though the Dean offered to teach me a TBA History Class, so when I do finally get to meet with Curtis and the history professors I'm throwing that idea at them and see where that gets me. Other than this nothing has been going on...work has been interesting but since it's dealing with our "Grassroots" I can't discuss it and after seeing about a few people getting fired for writing about work on blogg sites I'm never going to mention the work place again. On a side note, the at large blog had a post about a man whose friends put up a billboard to get him hooked up. A few comments later and I had made a few jokes, one about Mail-Ordered Russian Brides, soon to have a website sent my way. So in a boring moment last night I was like "what the hell?" and went to look at the website...I have thus decided all of Eurasia has the finest women ever. Everywhere we went in Italy there were beautiful women, the German flight attendants made filthy thoughts run through ever guys mind and now I find that the Russians have fine women that just want to marry American men...it's crazy. I did notice that in fine print it said once green card is recieved, marriage is voided and no longer serviceable...weird.
I also just want to add that the movie Devil's Rejects is quite possible one of the best films I've seen in recent years. The idea that it is so disturbing that people were getting up and leaving 20 minutes into the film, is astounding. Also the talk after the film, you know what I mean? When the credits role and everyone is getting up to leave, they start talking about the film, well not so in the Devil's Rejects. People get up, march slowly to the exits in what can only be explained as a stunned and frightened silence, not fully aware of what they've just witnessed...to which I have to say, it's just a fucking movie, and awsome one, but no reason to get all disturbed.
It's sorta like the whole video game thing, so after Grand Theft Auto has gotten on the news so much we game players are now forced to put up with dipshits, like this kid that was on the news. He was being taken into the Police Department Offices, when he grabbed one of the officers guns, shot both officers escorting him and a dispatcher as well. When questioned, he said his life was like that of Grand Theft Auto, a video game. So what happens now? SONY, Rockstar and a number of other video game companies are being sued by the families. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to down size the loss of these three mens families, but the idea of a person killing three men and then saying something so outrageous as his lifes a video game should lead to companies getting sued. If anything, the dude's family should get sued. If you have an insane child living in your house, who thinks he lives in a video game and do nothing about it, that's not the Video Game Company's fault, that's just bad parenting, and using video games for a plea for insanity is a balls-less effort to stay alive, when you should have been shot on site for killing police officers.

Explination

2005-07-22T12:41:00.000-07:00

So yesterday on Katie Cooper's blog I ended a comment with, cause Willie Jenkins, III said so. So that's my wrestling name. The story goes that one night at IHOP, a bunch of us from work were waiting to be seated and one guy, Zach Blackburn gave the name Lance Jenkins for the party...I think it was for the Dimebag guy that got shot...it was to make fun of another band that practices with the guys from work. Anyway, I demanded a Jenkins name and was given Willie Jenkins, III. My brothe is named Dances With Jenkins. Basically if you watch wrestling we're ripping off the Dudley's. So in that manner we decided to become a rasslin family, imbreds and all. Here's the rundown of the Jenkins Family.

Willie Jenkins, III
Dances With Jenkins
Slayer Jenkins
Lance Jenkins
Enigo Montoua Jenkins
Bobius Cereiliuos Jenkins
Booker T Jenkins
Wormulous Jenkins
Loosey Jenkins
Ill Nino
Lil Dan

So with that line up and a few others that we're making up for rasslin purposes, next friday we're planning for me to buy a PS2, Multi-tap, and bring a rasslin game, so that we can create ourselves as Jenkins and every other week have some awsome throwdowns, promos, PPV's, everything. We're haning posters around town and even decorate the place for the PPV's, it's gonna be crazy! You're all invited to come watch and even take part in the madness of Walnut Ridge.

Dinosaurs...On Skull Island?

2005-07-16T13:16:00.000-07:00

So on a trip to Southaven to apply for Apartments, Zach and myself were having a discussion about movies and the new King Kong movie came up. Well, Zach said a guy at work named Harman/Herman, something like that said he saw previews and there were dinosaurs on the island where Kong was found. Zach went on to say that Herman complained, stating that he thought this movie was going to be based directly off the 1930's movie and/or boook. To my surprise, Herman is talking about King Kong, like he knows something of it...however, he doesn't, he's a dipshit.
If anyone knows anything about the original King Kong movie, it's that King Kong, after taking the heroine of the movie, is discovered by the expedition fighting a T-Rex...also known as a dinosaur...you don't say? I'm not sure about the 1980's remake movie having the T-Rex...maybe that's what Herman is thinking of...but come on, an 80's remake? Watch the 1934 movie for Christ's sake, it's better...and it has dinosaurs. Every book written about King Kong and Skull Island has dinosaurs, how are people so stupid when it comes to this sort of thing...if there's a big fucking ape on the island, you can damn well bet there are going to be a few dinosaurs there too. It only makes sense.

ASU SCREW JOB

2005-07-15T14:01:00.000-07:00

July 13, 2005

William Tribble
203 Southeast 8th Street
Walnut Ridge, AR 72476

Dear William,

Due to low enrollment, Studies in Art History (ARTH 4303 and ARTH 5303) will be cancelled, and I will have to drop you from the class. However, you may be interested in the History of Photography class (ARTH 3503) that I have added at the same time and location.

If you have any questions or concerns, please contact me by phone or e-mail.

Sincerly,

______ ______
Chair, ASU Art Department

*jj

So that's the letter I got today in full. The history class, I needed to graduate, has been cancelled. Why? Because is a Balduccci Class and no one likes her classes? Because no one knows what the class covers? Who knows...and who gives a shit. All the history classes offered this semester, I've taken...yes even History of Photography, which I might be interested in...I'm not.
Why does ASU go to all the trouble of trying to keep students for graduating...is there a reason outside of money? Probably not. So now due to this enrollment idea, which is, if a certain, attainable number of students do not sign up/register for a certain class, a Studies in Art History, the fine faculty and operations will shut that class down. In this sense, ASU is taking the students, restraining their feet to the floor and arms to the wall so that they are bent, and ramming whatever object they want right in to the students ass...hence, ASU SCREW JOB. So if I'm not able to graduate in December, what will happen you ask? Well I'll give ASU a BIG, FUCK YOU, drop out, keep my money and move to Southaven earlier than planned. To think, Dan had written in his blog to clap ASU on the back or give them a hug for doing something right...if that place did something right, I'd shit myself right here and now and eat it...with my bare, Goddamn, fucking hands.
In closing I want to say this. Parents, even if your child does NOT want to go to ASU and attend classes, send them. Send them to ASU where they'll get ass raped for 4 1/2 Goddamn years of their fucking lives, so that those bastards at ASU can get more money and build more pointless buildings on they're already over crowded campus. In the end you'll be proud of them, they, however, will have nothing to show for it outside of a piece of paper and a gaping asshole that would put the Grand Canyon to shame.

Fuck ASU.

Almost as bad as Episode III

2005-06-29T18:48:00.000-07:00

So today was a good day. The second day of my new job and I get a call at 10am. My manager, Kelly, says "hey, we're getting a small truck tonight and since payroll is high, if you don't want to come in that's cool." Well twist my arm...I went to Jonesboro to watch War of the Worlds. Got to see the train wreck going over, finally and later on I got some video of it...great stuff. On to the movie.
So being hyped up for this was one thing until Tom "The Scientologist" Cruise went crazy. I put all that away and thought this will be good...was I ever wrong...the ending sucked so that Spielberg could have a happy family bonding ending, the descrepencies in the movie were awful...and that little girl...within the first 10 minutes I was hoping to watch her die on screen. The only good thing in this movie...the deaths of hundreds of idiots wanting to get a better look at the first attacking tripod...the stupidity of humans over all was very well captured. Tim Robbins did a good job as the crazed survivor, and the aliens did well in their casted part of world invaders, it's always nice when you find some aliens that can play that part well. Over all it was an ok movie...but for all the hype it should have been much better, basically it was a let down just like Episode III was...no real surprise there.

The Big 50

2005-06-25T10:10:00.000-07:00

So today my dad turned 50...that's about it for today. Yesterday however was cool. My last day in TLE and an awsome train wreck behind my house. The wreck was due to the heat causing the rails to buckle...that hot you say? Yes, so hot in fact that we had gas lines bursting from the heat...Really? The crazy thing...through yesterday at 7pm my job was to work in that heat...but have it amplified in a auto shop that was equipped with fans...good for blowing the hot air around and a misting system...good for raising humidity...those higher-ups at Wal-Mart are fucking genius', I don't care what you say, to think that they just find ways to my the automotive shop hotter and still have people sign-up to work there...damn...can't believe I did it...course I was originally hired for the inside at the register...in, get this...air conditioning...so now I get to stay in the cool building instead of the hot box...yeah. SO back to the wreck...the roads are "quarintined" passed my house and basically any escape from Walnut Ridge to Jonesboro is denied unless you go through Paragould or down to Alicia...the back roads are even blocked off...it's a chemical spill that could cause explosions...but is only a 60 yard quarintine that ended up being about 2 mile radius added on in 30 minutes...I hope it blows and wipes this shit hole town off the map...if that happens, drinks are on me...if I die in the blast, measures have been taken to insure that you all get your drink of choice...just promise to get the Most Haunted crew off the Travel Channel to come here so I can, with my ghostly powers, make them shit themselves before killing them...they're dumbasses and deserve to die...so I'll fill you all in on the pimp-static apartments tomorrow night...Ciao, bitches
P.S. If anyone leaves anything about abortions on my page like that on Zach's, I'll hunt you down and do things that'd make Satan squirm in discomfort...yeah.

New Post? What?

2005-06-21T19:36:00.000-07:00

So everyone else has posted and I feel like a loser so I'll post to.
Batman Begins was awsome, when I think about it I touch myself...and that's not a joke...ok maybe it is. Yes I burned Zach's backyard, along with a Wal-Mart Vest, Nutcracker, cups, and just about anything capable of burning...it was fun. So I went and played some more golf today and I'm fucking sun burnt to a crisp, after a 5 hour game of 9 holes I helped one of my better friends move a washer and dyer to his new pad in Wynn...that is a long ass drive by the way...fields as far as one can see...EXCITING!!! So after a couple hours of hooking up the stuff we decided, plumbers we are not, and are going to leave it to a pro...Anthony's father-in-law. So that's what's been going on, Tuesday I start my new posistion at Wal-Mart...it's gonna be great, Saturday my dad turns 50, and Sunday I go to Southaven to see the future apartments of Batman and Cheetah Boy.
So I'm off to watch the rest of the Detroit/San Antonio game...TTFN Bitches.

Boredom @ It's Finest

2005-05-24T19:48:00.000-07:00

So I sit here bored and with nothing to do and soon realize how bad an idea blogging was for me. I have nothing exciting happening in my life, I have nothing worthwhile to write about and all together it's just pointless for me to keep one...but I'm all bout doing pointless stuff. So I have nothing to really talk about tonight. What, nothing to talk about? GASP!
I did get to try and work on the comic book idea which Zach/Flash are working on, he's writing and for some reason when we're in the same vacinity we can never get anything accomplished...that's sad. So is that how people spell vacinity? I'm illiterate so you'll have to forgive any spelling or grammar errors that come about in these blogs. So on to random thoughts from the strange and twisted world of Tribble.
I hate Manui Ginobli, if that's how you spell his name. He plays for the Spurs and is an atrocity to the game of basketball.
I hate Wal-Mart, I learned today after working there for four years new employees are getting payed .40 cents less than I am...it's not because of minimum wage going up, it's just due to the fact that my manager is a bitch and won't certify me in the TLE shop and pay me more.
So those weren't so random, well the Ginobli one maybe, but Wal-Mart is a known fact...
With all my friends looking for "Real" jobs, does anyone know of any worth while job openings that would work around a college schedule? Probably not...college life sucks...especially if you're a commuter. Honestly how does one even act to have a life when you go through 15-18 hours of classes, 5 days a week while working 5 days a week at one job and working 2 nights a week at another? All in all that's like enough time to sleep, drive to school and drive home to work, showers are hit and miss...I know that's disgusting but hey, not my fault, apparently I'm going to school so I can get a good job and work my life away instead of enjoying it.
Why is it that that's all that Americans do? We work and then well we work. Most only get a small week off from work once a year and to do what? Go on vacation? If that's the case most come back from that vacation spent with the wife and/or husband and kids so wore out that they are biting at the bit to get back to the grind of work, how sad is that? I know the few times my dad has gone on vacation it was just to do work somewhere else with one of his brothers to help them get a construction job done...complete and absolute insanity.
Now as Dan has mentioned he, another named Nic and myself lived in Florence, Italy for a month. It's easy to think you don't pick things up from there due to lack of time, but in a month I realized Europeans have it figured out, much to the dismay of you true red, white and blue waving shit fuckers...I hate patriotism as well, this country sucks balls, I mean, George W. got a second try at playing President. Back to the point, Europeans and they're having it figured out. Here's how it goes, or so what I noticed of they're stores and how employees acted towards customers, they absolutely don't give a fuck if you shop there or not. If you do they're overly kind and make you feel welcomed. If you don't they continue to sit out side on a stool on the sidewalk and smoke, they don't care, there are tourist everywhere, willing to spend money on something that can't be repriced, because as Americans we think only in dollars not Euros or Yen, because it's not American. They enjoy their lives, because there was apparently nothing like what Wal-Mart does "Last year we made this much on this June 3rd and if we don't out do that amount of money on this years June 3rd we might as a billion dollar company go out of business." You see no worries for Europeans, I'm sure there are but not like that bullshit they pull here, where everyday might be your last, see that's not what they show in those happy little Wal-Mart commercials with actors pretending to be happy go lucky associates. No one that I've ever met that works at Wal-Mart is happy about it, it's honestly the worst place ever. You see Mr. Sam or Sam Walton believed to heavily in the idea that the customer is always right. So instead of fully teaching the higher ups to appreciate not only the customers but the associates that run the store, when he died we as associates get to be treated like we rank no higher than shit on the food chain. So my idea is maybe we, as unfortunate as it may be, Americans, should stop this we must work to be happy because then we'll have money to spend bullshit. We'll spend money regardless of if we have it or not, that's why we invinted credit cards. We should just possibly try and maybe be more laidback and enjoy life, stop worrying about being a World Power, stop worrying about if God wants us to do this or do that, just fucking do it and enjoy it, because honestly when you're dead, what are you going to be enjoying? You don't know, do you? You might say the benefits of Heaven, but has that been proven to exist outside of a book?
That's my rant for tonight, it turned out longer than I ever expected. Ciao.

Skin Head

2005-05-22T18:25:00.000-07:00

Have you ever shaved your head? Ever felt the pleasure of how much cooler it is to have no hair, to have an outlet for all the heat that your hair doesn't let out? It makes me appreciate when my cat, BoB, pulls his hair out in the summer, I now fully understand. It's ritualistic in a way, as you take clippers and with that calming hum of blades cut bit by bit until there is nothing. Granted it's a bitch to clean up afterwards but oh so worth it in the end. So summer is here and I'm a skin head, no not a neo nazi, and absolutely loving it. So in closing I want to apologize to anyone looking for another rant on God's sense of humor or anything like that, Ciao Bitches.

Intelligence or Ignorance?

2005-05-21T18:47:00.000-07:00

So last night while writing two blogs, chatting with Zach a.k.a Flash, I'm Batman by the way...I thought of this question. We were both writing blogs and rather than use our witty responses on each other through IM's we kept replying on our comment post for blogs...how stupid is that? We're trying to one up each other for the whole blogging community to see, happy to say I won and will always win...no one, but Bat-mite, beats me...NO ONE, plain and simple...that line that no one wants to pass in hopes of not offending the other party, well I just get a running jump and pole-vault that shit. So someone tell me how sorry is it that Zach and myself keep this comment war up? I know how sad it is, but it's fun kicking his ass...well that's it for tonight, no witty comments will be writtin, Zach has a date or some shit...he'll honestly never learn. Goodnight and all that shit...hope nightmares infect your peaceful slumber.

Two Post in One Night, Why The Hell Not.

2005-05-20T19:31:00.000-07:00

So in talking to Zach/Flash/Dipshit...whatever he goes by these days...I realized I'm wired and don't know why. I can't help but come back and write a blog about it..why who knows...I'm an addict and shit I guess I think someone will care...what does it all mean? Why do we blog? A nonexistent life? To answer all those questions I have this to say, I don't know, cause I have nothing to do and if I ever had a life I want to know what happened to it and why it got taken away...probably God's sense of humor...tomorrow I'll be a retard.
How great would that be...a retard, you'd be made fun of for your entire existence but you would never really have to work, you could take part in the olympics every year...ok well not those olypmics, but they're olympics none-the-less. I mean as a retard you'd have it set...never work, never worry...just live and die...and well go six feet under cause retards can't imagine something as vast as the idea of Heaven and Hell.
On to better things, the Mavs are playing the Suns...I haven't watched any of this game due to this sense of I have to blog to survive...it's pure insanity, I have a somewhat form of a life where I go out and do stuff but now I must blog...to blog is to live, I blog therefore I exist. Damn Kendra Coggin, Daniel Green, Tim Hose, Katie Cooper and Zach Tibbett for showing me this...damn you all to Hell, where you'll sit in front of a 12 inch Apple Powerbook and blog for eternity to each other and probably me, but I'll be in Heaven cause right before death I'm converting to become Jewish and get a free pass to the dinner table with God, Jesus and whoever else may be there...then due to awful table manners, I'll be sent to my own little cubicle in Hell and blog away...
God what has my life come too...or not come too...was I meant for some form of greatness and just decided no I don't want it or was I meant to be a blogging loser like the rest of my comrades? Only time will tell, I will say this, you'll definately be updated, because I'll leave a blog for everything from here on out, from great things I.E. getting married to vulgar things I.E. the biggest shit I've ever taken. So keep in touch and up to date with my lowly idea of a life...hope you enjoy.

My Day

2005-05-20T18:33:00.000-07:00

So I really have nothing to talk about tonight. Today was an okay day at work, my boss ran off another shop technician, so I get to pick up that slack as well as do my job. The good news is I now due in great part have Battle Royal to watch, and it's also my brother's 19th birthday. So on to bigger supposedly brighter things. Thursday was supposed to be an awsome day Golf in the morning working on the Comic Book in the evening. Neither happened. The golf game fell through because I've somehow managed to tear a muscle in my right shoulder and after one practice swing I layed on the ground writhing in pain for what felt like forever. The furthering of our comic book fell through because Sarah #2, for all rights of not using actual names to ruin someone's life and possible relationship, called and had to drag my partner away for a/the "talk". Now I've been through this and it's never good...I leave this alone for now.
What else happened today...nothing...Reggie Miller's career is no more, retired...finally, I'm happy, never liked him, hope he rots in retirement and dies in a motorcycle accident.
So I'm off to read or watch a movie or read some more blogs, maybe, hopefully, I might actually pray for it, something good or exciting will happen tomorrow, but this is Walnut Ridge and nothing happens here...maybe I should just make something happen...take my guillotine on a drive through town and see what happens...set it up in front of a church or something with a sign say "The End Is Near." Remember kids, God has a sense of humor, that's why he created retards...they don't teach you that in Sunday School, now do they?

Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith

2005-05-19T07:59:00.000-07:00

So I remember after Episode II I promised myself I would not get excited for the new Star Wars movie. However, as the time passed by and May 19th slowly creapt upon us all I grew more and more excited...the final episode that shows the chnage of Anakin Skywalker to Darth Vader. So here's the story, Saturday at 7pm my little brother and myself buy tickets to the 12:01 sneak preview of Episode III. So Wednesday night is here and gone and here's what happened. I get off work at 9pm and head home, clean up then my brother and myself go pick up Monroe and his wife, Bobby, Worm and Blackburn and head over to Jonesbore getting there at 10. The Theatre as said it will be first come first serve to get into the stadium seating theatre so we want to get there early and check out line. To our great pleasure we witnessed a 16-18 yr old guy dressed in a full on Darth Vader suit stand before a camera for the local News station swinging a crappy lightsaber around as if he's cool, what we informed was that sex was no longer a possibility in his life. From here we ate then returned to the theatre at 11 got seated and sat for an hour waiting for the movie and being filmed over and over again by the news station. We ruined their shots with middle fingers flying and not jumping up to act like the movie was good when we still had 45 minutes before the movie even started. 12:01 finally arrived and the movie began. Good news, you get an awsome preview for Batman and War of the Worlds, and a not so bad one of Fantastic 4, that movie will likely make Episode III look like a good movie. So back to Star Wars. 2:34 gets here and after two and a half hours the hype had worn off, my ass was in pain from the seats and the movie was awful. The fight scenes were great but the rest of the movie had moments that made no sense with characters giving lines in beeps, boops and roars that no one could understand but supposedly it moved the film along. This movie could have been one hour long...show the seduction to the darkside the amazing fight between Skywalker and Kenobi. But no we have to revel in George Lucas' idea that amazing visuals make a great movie, what happened to the original trilogy? It's got to be changed with every new prequel and sooner or later they'll be remade altogether so they look like they belong with the new trilogy. So this blog was basically so I could tell of a true Star Wars fan losing all respect of the series and wanting to spread the word...this newest trilogy disgust me and I damn anyone who says it was good to an eternity of watching only the scenes with Jar Jar Binks delivering such great lines at "Meesa Jar Jar" in a galaxy far, far away...A.K.A Hell. George Lucas you disgust me and I hope your career is finally at an end and please understand this comes for the heart...I hope you burn in an eternal pit of hellfire and damnation for the monstorities you commited against those who you failed in trying to bring about a worth while and deserving prequel to the original trilogy.

Rant

2005-05-17T18:32:00.000-07:00

So the first post from the asylum. Are you excited? No? Good, there's nothing to be excited about here. I'm doing this too keep in touch with my friends who have left me as a fading memory of college, as they graduate and enter the real world looking for jobs that pay decent and apartments outside of Jonesboro, Arkansas. I can't say I blame them, but was it necessary to leave me alone to whither and wilt? Could you not just wait one more semester and give me some security that I would not stand alone when being questioned for unforgiveable acts done upon humanity at ASU in the idea that it is artwork? Well soon however I too will be unleashed on the world and may God have pity on the people I meet and on you limey bastards that left me to rot in the hell known as NE Arkansas.