El Estinko Mas Fuerte

It's time for my annual soul searching blog. It's amazing that I've been alive now for over 28 years and still haven't found the damn thing. I blame my parents, they always put my shit where I can't find them anymore. God only knows where my NES went. But at least I still have my original copy of Super Mario Land for my non-existant GameBoy.


So, the other day I was meditating over a biography of Martin Short and I thought to myself, Stan, it's pretty amazing that you can think in italics.

Then I went out and saw Superman Returns and I present to you my review:

Watch this fucking movie and love it or I will beat you with your severed leg.

Then I came back home and looked over my previous blog entries that no one bothers to actually read and found that I keep fluctuating between being superhuman and a failure. It's come down to a choice. It's kinda like the choice people make early on in life on whether or not they want to be gay or straight (I applaud those who choose gay, those guys must have some balls, especially the southern ones--either that or they're masochistic). I chose superhuman.

As of now, you may refer to me as Your Majesty, Your Grace, or Papa Smurf. All will do quite nicely.