Posted 6:47 PM by Alfred

today is one of those wacky days where I’m both being very productive and a big pile at the same time. I have had this feeling here and there throughout the day that I ain’t doing jack shit, but then I go over the crap that I did, and I did a lot of crap! And crap is good.

Isn’t that just wacky? I saw a clerks cartoon last night that seemed pretty cool. Did anyone else see that? But like a dumbass, I missed the old-skool 60’s batman reunion show or whatever they were doing. Supposedly it was gonna be burt ward and adam west in their tights again, doing I don’t know what, fighting against the drug companies for cheaper viagra? I wonder if Julie newmar was representing, or is she dead? I don’t know, I think she is. Why are gay people so into Julie newmar? I only say this because of that cross-dressing movie with Wesley snipes and some other dude, was it Patrick swayze? That movie sucked. Did I see it? I don’t remember, but I’m pretty sure it sucked anyways.

I feel like watching the 1990 movie Punisher with Dolph Lundgren, and that movie is pretty damn horrible. This should make you understand that just cuz a movie sucks, does not mean it ain’t good. A really shitty movie can be quite excellent when you think about it. Especially if an eastern European martial arts expert is involved. Lionheart comes to mind as well.

So as I was saying, I did a lot of crap today, and also read way too much bloggage. Seems like the hip thing to do is to go on a break right now. Well fuck that, I ain’t going anywhere. I’m over my little crisis about the fact that I suck. Now I know that I rule. As in rulons. As in tell other MC’s to watch they back. I ain’t going Nowhere. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. You might as well call me OG ratbone. Yes it’s like that.

It’s amazing how much quality crap you can pump out when you’re comfortable with it. And I am OH so comfortable. In fact this chair is sanctioned by the United States Table Tennis association. My paddle is illegal as hell though, but don’t tell the ref. I need this match if I’m gonna stay in contention for masta ace of the year. Feel me? You better.

Oh and yeah my comments still aren’t working. Can’t get my template to load, I don’t know whut the dillio is. I really don’t. I can’t change the links you see on your left, I can’t even make a waffle up in this bizzle without blogger telling me no. it’s effed up main. In the meantime, do that thang & e-mail me at berkeley_joe@yahoo.com or if you really feel like commenting, go over to a dog named clipper, comments work over there. It’s really ironic when you think about it , really really really ironic. Almost as ironic as quadruplets all in the same car singing a stupid song. All that commenting ability and nothing posted since laste week. Clipper is sad, no one likes him any more, not even me. I am a bad master. Maybe I’ll post something over there tomorrow. Maybe I’ll start a tree hugging club that loves war and violence. That sounds fun. A club that hates people but loves trees. A club that wants nuclear annihilation as long as there’s a maple tree in front of Denny’s, so I can eat my mutated rat’s asshole burger while looking at a pretty tire swing outside in the cool pinkish hued air.

That sounds fun.

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