BOO WHO?

Have a merry Halloween all!

Sex, Lies, but no videotape.

O.K. I know this will come back & bite me. But I just got done watching 'She Spies' where one of the women is dealing with her birthday.

Yes, the show is lame.
And yes, the chicks are hot.
But after watching:
-An elvis impersonator doing {or trying to} a comedy act with a matching ventriloquist puppet,{with the comment from the *little king* about having a fist somewhere},
-A very sexy song about being a C.P.A.,
-The dental assistant things {WOW}.

Right now, I think the spicy tender crisp should win

Blessed be all, have a merry Samhain.

Dr. S

35 hrs 12 min to go till the big 19 of 21!

For those surfing in, I will be celebrating my 19th anniversary of turning 21 on Weds.

If you subscribe to the right-wing "moment of life" tripe of the so-called pro-lifers, {we can't kill 'em before they can survive by them self, but damnit, if they do anything to piss us off after leaving the womb hook the MF-up to the chair & throw the switch}, ideology, I turned 40 back in February.
Try passing that one off at the bar, courtroom, or the DMV.
Sorry, had to get that one out.
But at 3:12 CST, {Chicago Sortof Time}, the 20 October, 1964, is when I, my MOTHER, FATHER, GRANDPARENTS, AND THE ATTENDING DOCTORS MADE THE CALL:

THEN I came to life. Not negotiable, not transferable, and definitely not returnable or recyclable. {we didn't have that in 1964}. Offer might not be valid in some states or provinces, check your game piece for sweepstakes rules......

So I am named after a stupid grocery window ad for apples my father saw on the way to the hospital. - - - B>F>D!!!!
Forty year later, I still love my family, {one exception}, love my friends, and love being blessed with the strange crap I have seen & experienced. However much I will sometimes bitch.

I apologize in advance to my friends in New Zealand & Jakarta that I could not get you tickets to fly into wonderful SFX, but I am a tad bit strapped right now, {Not what you are thinking}, For the gathering. It's pheasant hunting season here. You will all be on my mind all the same.

Blessed Be, Dr. Strangelove

The true Superman is dead.

I was not going to post tonight, but this hit me something WAY more than the death of Rodney Dangerfield to me.

For those of you that did not know already when you read this, Christopher Reeve died yesterday.

I guess things do happen in threes. This time it was four:

Richard Avedon (photographer):
Janet Leigh (actress):
Rodney Dangerfield (comic):
Christopher Reeve (director/actor/advocate):

The reason I call Reeve the true superman explains itself if you read through his bio, have seen him battle what he has had to since the riding accident in '95, and followed what he has done for disabled & handicapped awareness.

Only to look & feel better, {he was expected to have enough lower spine mobility to have partial use of his legs enough to use a walker by January}.

Like I said earlier, I did not plan to be online right now. . . .. But, For the record, of the four mentioned above, whom I all admire & mourn in some way.

There is playing superman, and BEING A SUPERMAN.!

Blessed Be Chris,
Dr. Strangelove

SPONGE-BOB IS A SOAK, err, HOAK!

Try telling that to kids waiting for a Nick. 'Fun Lab', and prepare to be trampled worse than if you were at a Who concert.

I'll talk more later.

The Doc.

Stalone does not swayze that way. . .

The all knowing budda, is not really all knowing. . .

The Budda does know all, but budda (lc on purpose) on the otherhand, however thinks, & argued to no end that Stallone & Swayze were in a cop movie that was like "Tango & Cash".

Maybe I missed something from IMDB.COM, Ewe be the judge.
Stallone-past & current:
Swayze- past & current:

If you see any shows with the 2 of them that are a 'cop/buddy/shoot em'up/'. Let me know.

I dunno, I really don't,

How can I deal with this?

I get home from another night of frivolous things that I do after dark. I lock down my place, toss the coat & stuff, go into the kitchen and find WAY more msg.'s on my ans. machine than when I left the house.

I return calls, Anyone that knows me knows I will if I can, (or remember to). As long as I have a number to call back.

The only problem is one of the blurps I had on playback was a wrong number. And I do not know who the fuck this woman was/is, but she was talking about shit that even freaked me out.

She called 3 times. NOT ONCE mentioning her name or phone #

At 1st I thought some friends were pranking me, but unless they talked some woman off the street to do it - I don't know the voice.

Right now I could dream happy about the 1st msg. And the 2nd msg.- I want to party with this chick. The 3rd msg however. . . . . . I hope the guy got home without serious injury.

In the meantime I will make sure all my rigging hardware is sturdy.

Blessed Be, Dr. Strangelove