Lightsabers and Lollipops

i have a great job in which i get to listen to my ipod all day long.
i decided that i was going to put it on my playlist that has 1770 songs on it entitled the "Turning and Coughing Mix vol. 5 (Parental Advisory)"

without skipping any tracks (i did have to pause it to order lunch and maaaaaybe talk to the occasional customer) i made it through 139 songs ending with LL Cool J's Big Ole Butt.

it made for a pretty good day.

i just thought you should know that.





my son thinks Boba Fett shoots bubbles. there's no talking him out of that idea.

Ah LALALALALALALALALALALALA!




how many parties do you people go to that have belly dancers, huh?

yeah. that's what i thought.

RECOGNIZE.

i'm doing some work around the house and i'm wondering why my finger hurts like it is broken.

and then it hits me.
it was from when i punched the car.

mystery solved.
hope its not really broken.

that would suck.

at hospitals on halloween does anybody ever dress up in a really good Death costume and just walk around from room to room muttering phrases like "your time has come" or "see you soon"?

i really hope not, but i do admit that would be morbidly funny.

i feel both good and bad right now.
kinda like it feels when you're pooping.
yeah, that's how i feel.

DINGLENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSE!!!!!!!


the mice in my garage have been well fed.

the reason being is that they are smart evil buggers that can lick the mouse traps clean without setting them off. i can smear every inch of them with peanut butter or reece's cups and they would still manage to remove every morsel without springing the er, um, spring.

so i figured, well, since i'm feeding them i might as well feed them poison.

now i know when you do this, the mice tend to crawl into a corner and die.
and then they tend to smell.

but i really wanted the vermin to die. i was willing to have my garage smell like dead mice until i had time to clean it all out.

...but at least one didn't crawl outside or into a garage corner. it crawled into the most cluttered corner of my bedroom.

MY BEDROOM!!!

Dinglenoose will always get the last word on revenge.

olfactory overload.


oh. and my TV just died. so that sucks.

This is the 1000th entry on wwww.spacemanrocks.com.

i just thought you should know that.


and we are gonna celebrate it with....


this guy!

whenever i eat at this hot dog place i usually end up sitting next to this thing.

and i have always found this statue to be a little bit if not a lot discomforting.

this drunken looking set of walking talking fries is of course, eating a french fry.

and questions go through my head like:

is this one of his own fries?
is he slowly eating himself to death?
what could he possibly be on to make him forget what he is eating?
is this someone else's fry that he is eating?
are there more fry men out there?
are they all cannibals?
is he alone in his nasty habit?
is he a wanted criminal?
should he be locked up and kept away from the french fry people community?
is he doing it because i'm also eating french fries in front of him so that makes it okay?
did the fries i'm currently eating with this double cheeseburger with no onions also have arms and legs and were emptied out onto my tray before they could eat themselves?
should i have ordered the onion rings?
would that cost more?
will they ever make a Thundercats movie?
did i leave the iron on?
do these pants make my butt look big?

and it kinda gets a little crazy from there.

soooooo, happy 1000th entry everybody!

the best way to celebrate is to go back to the beginning and read them all over again.

or just send me money.

i like money.
i use it to buy things.
things i like.

that might be a haiku.




drink pepsi.

A BLOCKADE!




i was heading to the bathroom when i saw this Thomas the Train formation and i actually took a step back.
it looked like i was trespassing on train gang territory.
if they started whistling, tooting and edging forward i was going to run away and just pee in the yard.

scary.