Actual Fortune Cookie Fortune I Got At A Buffet.

A better look at the white board. *Spoiler*

After seeing the movie Cabin in the Woods I looked around for the whiteboard which was used for betting. I wanted to just pick it apart and find the little things that would've made me squee even more with happiness.

I was able to find it! While reading off all the names I can say that the board has a good amount of monsters. Most of these are widely known and some only huge horror movie geeks will know. I will just name a few that strike me as interesting and familiar (Which is pretty much most of the board!)

Alien Beast

Wraiths

Reptilicus

Clowns

Sexy Witches

Hell Lord

Angry Molesting Tree

Deadites

Kevin (?)

The Scarecrow Folk

Snowman

Dragonbat

Dismemberment Goblins

Sugarplum Fairy

Merman

The Reanimated

Unicorn

The Huron

The Doctors

Jack O' Lantern

Let me see here. I know basically where most of these monsters are from, movie wise. Reptilicus 1961 movie of the same name. Clowns- It, Killer Clowns from outerspace. Hell Lord could be refering to Pinhead. Angry Molesting Tree goes into the same category with Deadites, both are from the Evil Dead series. The Scarecrow folk could be a reference to Night of the Scarecrow. The Snowman is probably because of Jack Frost. The Reanimated is from the Reanimator series. The Dismemberment Goblins, Dragonbat, Sugarplum Fairy, Unicorn and The Huron are all new to me. I haven't a clue what movies they could have been from. Then there's Kevin which puzzles the fuck out of me. WHO ARE YOU KEVIN?! 

Cabin in the woods is such a diabolical movie, I can't help but fucking love it. Especially the little things that are in it, like this whiteboard and what's listed on it. Also the collapsible bong, enough said.

Party rockers in the hou

I'm not walking in this pack of zombies. And Shane sucks.

The Walking Dead has went from comic book sensation to a televised wonder for the ages. Ask a co-worker, a friend or any body you're having a conversation with (or a random stranger that you've grabbed by the shirt collar) and you ask them on whether they've heard of The Walking Dead, odds are they've watched the show. A higher chance is that they've read the comics and have watched the show. From my knowledge, I know people who have watched the show and absolutely love it. Then I know the ones who have read the comics and watched the show, but hate it's rotten guts.

I fall in the latter. Sadly.

I say sadly because it's complicated to explain about being a fan of the comic and seeing one of my favorite comic series being it put on television, expanded upon and seeing some characters act differently then they had in the comics.

I get a funny feeling see Shane still alive in the second season. I get a funny feeling over how the show is making him a character that people will obviously hate because I doubt that viewers actually like him. It could be all a way to have the viewers keep watching and waiting until this moment:

Where he is killed by Carl (Rick's son). Now to be honest, this should have happened in the first season (if I were to go by the comics as seasons). Now much to my distaste for the show I will put it on as background noise so I can focus on something else, which doesn't help because I'm curious on how the series doing.

Now in the recent episode, some girl is suicidal and the women of the farm are trying to prevent her from offing herself. At this point in the comic, they were off the farm and nobody was trying to commit suicide. And at this point in the show I'm seeing how they're adding more humanity to the show and not sticking to the comic's script which would have had the characters pretty bland for a few episodes. A good tactic, but I'm still pussyfooting around the idea of buying into it.

It had me at the first season, which followed the comic for a while but then deviated into it's own thing. I enjoyed it, but I had hoped the second season would be more like the comic, which it was...for a few episodes. Nice tactic but I do want to see Rick return to Shane's grave, if Shane ever receives that bullet into the neck this season. To be honest, The Walking Dead has become a hit television show, but in another sense it's become my generation's soap opera in a strange twist.

Rusty Spade, the metaphysical metal detective

My dreams have come true!

bug love dirt

Fuck this morning

I wake up suddenly at 3 in the morning. There is no reason for it. My nose is running, my heart is racing faster and faster every minute and throat was making me cough like a horse. My allergies have caught me at the worst time as did something else. I was wide awake and confused.

I was so confused that if you were to open a page in my sketch pad and to smack me in the face with it, you would find my goofy face on that very page. Surely that page would go down in art for surrealism.

For hours I tossed and turned with my eyes closed, irratated and annoyed. My allergies were bothering me and the lack of sleep was following behind it. My alarm clock on both my phone and radio went off. Waking me up, both were silenced.

Around 5:23 I found how fed up I was and I headed downstairs to pump myself with meds, by 6 I hoped to be completely medicated to the point of no return.

While navigating through darkness of my house I noticed the lack of a certain smell. The coffee pot wasn't on, though the timer was set to start ten minutes earlier. Only later would I find out what was actually happening. I took two allegra d and went back to tossing and turning for a few more hours.

I was awaking and wishing that either my house was hit by an atom bomb or that I could go back to the point where I was told by this lovely dame to take allergy medicine before I went to bed. Should have listened to her, but I was being stubborn for some reason that day.

It was like clock work, it would squirm around under my covers then my phone's alarm would go off. Torture on a mental scale. I didn't know whether to get up and get an early start on my day or to keep myself in bed until 6:19. I did the latter of the two.

When it was time to get up I wasn't in the right mood, I'm still not in a good mood. I got dressed and went downstairs to drinking a cup of black coffee. Strong and bitter, set my ass straight with a cup or two. Another horrible part of my morning was right there again. The coffee pot, to my dismay wasn't emitting that smell I love to be greeted by every morning. I turn on the kitchen light to see what was wrong. The counter was swamped in a brown water, the the lid to the filter was partially open, the coffee pot wasn't filled all the way but only to the two cups mark.

When I opened the lid to the filter I seen that something had made the coffee maker explode, sending bits of wet coffee grinds and about 10 cups worth of water on to the counter and all over the coffee pot itself. It was a horror.

If, one day, I were to wake up one day to my car demolished, my cats set ablazed, my dogs being used as horses by gnomes and all of my books turned into mulch. Coffee would probably be the only thing that would keep me from breaking down and destroying everything I can before the police taser me down.

Luckily, the coffee pot had some coffee in it. I had two cups of black dirt grind to keep me tethered to my sanity but it wouldn't keep my mood leveled out. Sadly it's going to take a lot more to make me feel better.

I look in the mirror, my eyes looked like they were punched out. It added to how shitty I felt. On the drive to school I thought over my entire morning and remembered- the day has just started. If I get another ounce of bad news then fuck me..

And done..for now.

A BAKED BEAN