The End

I'm liking Wordpress a lot. Its so much more for the same great free price. Even the mobile apps work better than any meant for this here Blogger account. So I'm just here to inform my one reader that you should now refer to jasonkinnison.wordpress.com for your weekly dose of immature stupidity.

This is the last post to this account.  At some point I'll move all these blogs to the new one, but, until then you'll have to come here to read any past favorites.  There I go assuming anything on here is read more than never.  Anyway, its been real...


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Grayson is Bad To The Bone

Grayson exhibits his darkside in this new video on YouTube.  Watch, rate it, and comment here if you so please, but most of all enjoy.  Part two will be out later this week, or next week.  Oh, gotta keep some mystery about me.


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The Beginning of A New Era

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Ah, its been a few days since I’ve typed up something for my one or two and a half readers to gobble up.  For that I do apologize, I know you hang on my every posting.
Okay, enough with the full of shititude.  Obviously I’ve decided to litter the interweb with yet another place to post my crazy rantings.  This is, in theory at least, the new ‘IT’ destination for my blogs, which will lead to the phasing out of my Blogger account.  Just looking for something with a little more options with the same amount of free.  I love free.  So, start coming here, or stay with Blogger.  It doesn’t matter for now.
I’m printing off a years worth of pictures on my printer.  It’s really sad to watch a $20 ink cartridge empty in less than an hour.  Unfortunately, I’ll run out of ink, and paper, before this task is done.  And this is the fun part.  After this I have to organize them and put them in their proper photo album where they will never be viewed again.  Digital images are the future people.  Online photo albums.  Down with tangibility!
I worked all weekend, I even actually earned at least half my paycheck while I was there.  Baby steps.  Someday I’ll be a full-fledged responsible employee…
Gotta go for now, gotta cross post this everywhere.
As always, I exist on all planes of the interwebs.

Grayson, A Diaper, and Lunch

Grayson, A Diaper, and Lunch

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Lost Souls (2000)

  Just watched the Winona Ryder movie, Lost Souls. Haven't seen it since I saw it in theaters. I'm sure everyone reading this is saying some form of 'never heard of it'.
  The long and short of it is this, secret society nun (Ryder) is searching for the man destined to become the antichrist through biblical texts.  She learns the man's name, and seeks him out.
  This man, played by Ben Chaplin, is an atheist novelist, who just so happens to be having an anti crisis of faith as it were. Having dreams with the same symbols and texts as Ryder is using as evidence. The two hook up (not romantically mind you, she's still a nun) after they both separately have had just about enough of all these signs and omens they're experiencing.
  Obviously Winona believes him to be the man who will turn into anti Jesus, so the movie becomes one long, 'lets prove it together so you will also believe you're the Antichrist'.
  At the end, it of course comes all together, even so much so as to find out the church Ryder is affiliated with is directly responsible, as they reveal their satanism to the duo in the climactic scene where Chaplin gives into evil by popping some caps into some evil worshipers. This paragraph is one sentence, I'm sure I could found a few homes for some periods.
  Ryder and Chaplin flee the church and further logic, to go park on lover's lane and wait for his transformation, while she keeps a gun pointed on him, you know, just in case, because through the whole movie a few people tried to kill him. They all fail because he was protected by the power of Satan, but apparently when he becomes Satan, the bulletproof vest comes off.
  The time comes, and of course nothing happens. However, this is a suspense thriller, so actually something does happen. He does in fact transform, which is only indicated by his evil smile. Winona, who seconds ago whined (pun unintentional, but I'll go with it) she didn't have it in her to kill, pumps his skull and chest with some lead religion, and leaves the car. Fin.
  It wasn't a horrible movie, however, its just seemed like a long run around to the end. I also can't help but think that if you know someone is an Antichrist, why get close to them, where you develop feelings and caring when you know you can't really stop them or kill them until they actually become that evil. Why not just tie the fucker up and lock him in a basement or something until that time when you can kill them.

I don't know, what the hell do you think?


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Tuesday Morning Grayson

Tuesday Morning Grayson, the new video from our newly renamed channel, The Flying Kinnisons.

Fucking Autosave!!!!

So I was writing an awesome blog on how I don't usually blog from my phone. It got pretty lengthy. But now I know why I don't. This G1 phone app, Androblog. Has a big fucking clear all button on the screen that can be and obviously was pushed by myself on accident. What the app doesn't have is an autosave feature. Nor does it have a manual save feature.
So, I was gonna have a blog about that, but instead I'm writing this short blog because Androblog is a fucknut.
While I'm in a pissy mood. Why is the wait at the Wal-Mart pharmacy slighty longer than the wait at any DMV? How fucking hard is it to fill a damn bottle and slap a tag on it?