Action Pat Needs YOU!

Bring it on!

While sitting on my computer doing my work (at home this time) Action Pat was laying on the table, staring at me. Then I realized, I'm bored with it. Sure, not everyone has an action figure of themselves, and it is quite cool to have one. I impress many a friend and relative with my foray into interactive sculpture. But to me it looks...blah.

I can do a better job. I'm thinking of re-sculpting it, and of course, repainting it. Right now it looks pretty sorry. The paint is rubbing off in places where it looks like I have black fingernails. The upper portion of my pants seem to be skin-tight. And dog-gone it, I need something more than a black t-shirt! I was thinking of putting some sort of logo on the shirt, or design.

So, if you have any suggestions on how I can improve my figure...besides diet and exercise...I'm all ears. Or eyes, in this case. Just one of the many things I need/want to do over spring break.

Bonus Points With the 'Rents

Sorry, no pic this time, since at the time of this posting I'm not at my computer. I'm sitting in video class doing this because I'm bored as all crap while some other students finish working on a project we had over a month to do. Lazy asses.

Anyway, if you want to earn brownie points with your parents, just say the following:

"The only good things to come out of the [insert decade your parents were born in here] were the two of you."

Trust me, you may get 2 pounds of steamed shrimp outta the deal.

Thanks go to my friends for helping make this past St. Me Day the best ever! Corned beef and green beer never tasted so good.

Will someone please reinsert my feeding tube?

Happy St. Me Day

St. Pat

I think the last post supports the theory that when I talk about sex or my sex life, more comments are posted than usual. Sounds like I'll have to meet a demand soon.

Anyway, have a happy St. Me Day (also known as St. Yours Truly Day). If you decide to drink, drink responsibly. Ya friggin' prostitute!

Dream...Girls???

Pardon me....::CRASH::

The video project I was working on these past weeks is finished, above you can see a screen capture of a clip that gave me many laughs. What you can't hear in the picture is me colliding with the metal chair to the left.

But what I really want to talk about is something I've talked about before. Remember dream girl? The dream I had about an unknown girl that was unfortunately, abruptly ended? Well, it happened again. But this time, it happened twice in a week, with a different girl each time, and I wasn't interrupted. Plus, I knew the girls.

To keep anonymonity..anonomousony...whatever, I won't mention who they were. Rest assured they aren't anyone who visits this blog. But the fact that I know them bothers me. It's kinda hard to look at them without bringing to mind the intense imagery I have from these dreams. Are they messages? Omens? Hints to go for them? Am I sexually disturbed? Or do I just need to get some?

I probably need to get some.