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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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Grayson is Bad To The Bone
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Sunday, November 15, 2009
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.
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.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Lost Souls (2000)
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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Thursday, November 5, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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?
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?
Monday, November 2, 2009
A Day in the Car...
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Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Absence is a Guys Best friend.
Man have I been gone a longgggg time. So much has not really happened, at all. The only thing new is still my son, Grayson. Cute little turd. He's sick right now, with the H1N1, yay! I was starting to get it but started taking the Tamiflu early enough to save myself from the worst of it. But it still got me a day off of work, I'll find out later if I get more. Don't really need it, I feel fine, but not sure how long before I'm save to be around again.
The Beatles Rock Band is awesome. I may be a fan, and therefore predisposed to liking it, but I don't care, it's fricking sweet. So is The Beatles Stereo boxset. Dammit it is awesome. You wish you had it, but its mine. Ha Ha Ha!
I'm on Facebook alot lately, its much more easier and faster than Myspace in terms of communicating. I'm pretty much non-existant on Myspace anymore. I've done Twitter, not really for me.
I still love my President, and I'll take any of his bad days over any of Bush's good days. But I'm afraid he's becoming just another U.S. President, just going through the motions, and not really concerned about changing anything. He seems to be taking a backseat on healthcare. He's practically doing nothing for LGBT. He seems to be keeping more Bush era questionable executive powers than getting rid off.
I don't know, what do you think?
The Beatles Rock Band is awesome. I may be a fan, and therefore predisposed to liking it, but I don't care, it's fricking sweet. So is The Beatles Stereo boxset. Dammit it is awesome. You wish you had it, but its mine. Ha Ha Ha!
I'm on Facebook alot lately, its much more easier and faster than Myspace in terms of communicating. I'm pretty much non-existant on Myspace anymore. I've done Twitter, not really for me.
I still love my President, and I'll take any of his bad days over any of Bush's good days. But I'm afraid he's becoming just another U.S. President, just going through the motions, and not really concerned about changing anything. He seems to be taking a backseat on healthcare. He's practically doing nothing for LGBT. He seems to be keeping more Bush era questionable executive powers than getting rid off.
I don't know, what do you think?
Saturday, April 25, 2009
More Pussycat Dolls
Ok, a good point was brought up. Why do I hate Pussybitch Dolls but love American Idol?
Here we go. I know most the world loves American Idol but basically thinks that its also manufactured too, mostly is, yes. Don't get me wrong, I hate group songs to the point I'd almost put a bullet in my head rather than listen to the top 8 sing Play That Funky Music. Nor do I give a rats ass about the stupid Ford commercials. Basically on Wednesday I just wanna see someones dreams get shattered and head home. I don't need to see Ryan Seacrest and his 1001 ways to drag out the elimination. I mean, the elimination episode needs to be only five minutes long really.
Back to the point, yes, American Idol is highly manufactured. Its all about production. Do I care abhout the winners once they've won? No, I don't care about Jordan Sparks 'hit' new record, and my life wouldn't suck if Kelly Clarkson would go away. But, I do care about David Cook, Chris Daughtry, and hell, to my chagrin, even Adam Lambert.
90% of the winners and losers that make it after the show, they will be successful, but they will never write a song, never be themselves ever again. They'll be the cookie cutter pop idol, and thats okay, because someone has to spend money on itunes.
But there are those, like the aforementioned David Cook, Chris Daughtry, Bo Bice, Taylor Hicks, and women too I'm sure, but I root against them because I don't like female singers (I'm weird like that). There are those that have more than paid their dues before they ever step in front of Simon, Randy and Paula (Kara is a mistake I hope will go away). You can laugh them off all you want because they were on a reality show, but they had the guts to try whatever it takes to get where they wanna be.
Back in the day before technology, being found in a bar or having the right person hear your demo tape was apparently the only legitamite way to make it in the biz, but now whether you like it or not, there is a new way, reality shows. No one complains that some start up musician puts a demo on MySpace and never plays a true live gig, but makes it big. How is that anymore legitimite?
Anyway, again, I hate the Pussycat Dolls. They are a burlesque troupe that happens to sing, well, one of them. Simon may judge the singers on Idol, but the only manufacturing is done by the artists themselves, don't believe me, look up Sanjaya Malakar. No one in their right mind would have manufactured that mohawk.
Here we go. I know most the world loves American Idol but basically thinks that its also manufactured too, mostly is, yes. Don't get me wrong, I hate group songs to the point I'd almost put a bullet in my head rather than listen to the top 8 sing Play That Funky Music. Nor do I give a rats ass about the stupid Ford commercials. Basically on Wednesday I just wanna see someones dreams get shattered and head home. I don't need to see Ryan Seacrest and his 1001 ways to drag out the elimination. I mean, the elimination episode needs to be only five minutes long really.
Back to the point, yes, American Idol is highly manufactured. Its all about production. Do I care abhout the winners once they've won? No, I don't care about Jordan Sparks 'hit' new record, and my life wouldn't suck if Kelly Clarkson would go away. But, I do care about David Cook, Chris Daughtry, and hell, to my chagrin, even Adam Lambert.
90% of the winners and losers that make it after the show, they will be successful, but they will never write a song, never be themselves ever again. They'll be the cookie cutter pop idol, and thats okay, because someone has to spend money on itunes.
But there are those, like the aforementioned David Cook, Chris Daughtry, Bo Bice, Taylor Hicks, and women too I'm sure, but I root against them because I don't like female singers (I'm weird like that). There are those that have more than paid their dues before they ever step in front of Simon, Randy and Paula (Kara is a mistake I hope will go away). You can laugh them off all you want because they were on a reality show, but they had the guts to try whatever it takes to get where they wanna be.
Back in the day before technology, being found in a bar or having the right person hear your demo tape was apparently the only legitamite way to make it in the biz, but now whether you like it or not, there is a new way, reality shows. No one complains that some start up musician puts a demo on MySpace and never plays a true live gig, but makes it big. How is that anymore legitimite?
Anyway, again, I hate the Pussycat Dolls. They are a burlesque troupe that happens to sing, well, one of them. Simon may judge the singers on Idol, but the only manufacturing is done by the artists themselves, don't believe me, look up Sanjaya Malakar. No one in their right mind would have manufactured that mohawk.
Pussycat Dolls
Oh my god. These bitches are so annoying. Lets get one rather hot chick, flank her with talentless chicks that aren't near as hot, and call it a band.
I'm trying to figure out the point of these other girls, they just dance, they don't sing. Nicole Scherzelwhatever does all the singing, and background vocals.
I mean yeah, I wish my girlfriend was as hot as them. I wish she was a freak like them. But seeings as I don't have a girlfriend, the point is moot.
I'm still trying to figure out why they credit Jai Ho as A R Rahman's song. He seems to be doing background vocals for his own song. Lets take a good song from the Oscar winning Slumdog Millionaire, then sex it up, and mute out the original artist, and you have Jai Ho, by Nicole Szzzchernizzel and fleeting seconds of A R Rahman.
I hate manufactured pop music. I'm just saying. Atleast they dress nice I guess. They are good for a spank bank, not the auditory canal. I'd rather listen to Are We Human by The Killers on repeat the rest of my life, seriously, thats a baaaaaaaaaaaaad song.
I'm trying to figure out the point of these other girls, they just dance, they don't sing. Nicole Scherzelwhatever does all the singing, and background vocals.
I mean yeah, I wish my girlfriend was as hot as them. I wish she was a freak like them. But seeings as I don't have a girlfriend, the point is moot.
I'm still trying to figure out why they credit Jai Ho as A R Rahman's song. He seems to be doing background vocals for his own song. Lets take a good song from the Oscar winning Slumdog Millionaire, then sex it up, and mute out the original artist, and you have Jai Ho, by Nicole Szzzchernizzel and fleeting seconds of A R Rahman.
I hate manufactured pop music. I'm just saying. Atleast they dress nice I guess. They are good for a spank bank, not the auditory canal. I'd rather listen to Are We Human by The Killers on repeat the rest of my life, seriously, thats a baaaaaaaaaaaaad song.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Up To Date
I don't blog nearly as much as I want to anymore. Twitter is taking over my life, and I'm learning to love Facebook (or Dr. Strangelove). Ha, very few will get that.
I recently got a new xbox from Microsoft since mine had bitten the dust. But oddly, I've not had any interest in playing, even after buying Rock Band 2, Pearl Jam 10 and Foo Fighters for Rock Band. Oh well, sometimes its just more interesting to spend your time playing with your son. Weird how life changes like that.
Didn't get to celebrate 420 like I would've liked. It was just another day this year, and thats a shame because its like my christmas. G4 had a pretty good AOTS on the subject (again), and Doug Benson had a documentary about smoking weed for thirty days straight. Haven't watched it yet, but I have lived it, for more than thirty days, but unlike Michael Phelps, I had no cameras presesnt.
I don't know what it is about DC Comics, but they are sucking bad lately. This whole Final Crisis and Batman R.I.P. which was supposed to be epic, just blew monkey cock. Grant Morrison is usually a great writer, but damn...Thats alright though,I'm pretty sure the blame lies hgher up the editorial chain. So, they cancelled Nightwing ands Robin, my two favorite books. Granted Dick Grayson is going on to be Batman (we know, have known, quit with the thirty million tie-ins just to get to that). Just two less books to cancel when I make my exodus to smaller publishers. I'd go to Marvel, but not really liking the whole Ultimatium thing. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, you just end up breaking it.
Everyone needs to get Twitterized. Its obsessive, fun, and easy. No apps to fuck with like Myspace and Facebook are littered with. Just communication, pure and simple. Its like texting 2.0. When you come around to it, I'm at Twitter.com/last_1_here.
Of course I'm at Facebook, the super behemoth of social networking. I don't know my url at the moment, nor do I feel like looking so just search for me. I'm public.
Now go listen to some hip-hop music and smoke a bowl. Do it for me.
I recently got a new xbox from Microsoft since mine had bitten the dust. But oddly, I've not had any interest in playing, even after buying Rock Band 2, Pearl Jam 10 and Foo Fighters for Rock Band. Oh well, sometimes its just more interesting to spend your time playing with your son. Weird how life changes like that.
Didn't get to celebrate 420 like I would've liked. It was just another day this year, and thats a shame because its like my christmas. G4 had a pretty good AOTS on the subject (again), and Doug Benson had a documentary about smoking weed for thirty days straight. Haven't watched it yet, but I have lived it, for more than thirty days, but unlike Michael Phelps, I had no cameras presesnt.
I don't know what it is about DC Comics, but they are sucking bad lately. This whole Final Crisis and Batman R.I.P. which was supposed to be epic, just blew monkey cock. Grant Morrison is usually a great writer, but damn...Thats alright though,I'm pretty sure the blame lies hgher up the editorial chain. So, they cancelled Nightwing ands Robin, my two favorite books. Granted Dick Grayson is going on to be Batman (we know, have known, quit with the thirty million tie-ins just to get to that). Just two less books to cancel when I make my exodus to smaller publishers. I'd go to Marvel, but not really liking the whole Ultimatium thing. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, you just end up breaking it.
Everyone needs to get Twitterized. Its obsessive, fun, and easy. No apps to fuck with like Myspace and Facebook are littered with. Just communication, pure and simple. Its like texting 2.0. When you come around to it, I'm at Twitter.com/last_1_here.
Of course I'm at Facebook, the super behemoth of social networking. I don't know my url at the moment, nor do I feel like looking so just search for me. I'm public.
Now go listen to some hip-hop music and smoke a bowl. Do it for me.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Alan Moore Can Suck It
So, went and saw Watchmen. Don't really feel like reviewing it or spoiling it. I'll just say that it was great. I loved it. If you've never read the book, see the movie, then write the book report, your teacher will never know.
Its as absolutely faithful as possible. The ending is changed, but not the spirit of the ending. Its beautiful and sure to be passed up for many deserving Oscars. Probably won't help that second week box office returns sucked ass.
But the point of this little haiku here is just to say that Alan Moore is wrong, he said it was unfilmable. You were wrong, Dave Gibbons is laughing at you while he swims in your royalties. Suck it.
Its as absolutely faithful as possible. The ending is changed, but not the spirit of the ending. Its beautiful and sure to be passed up for many deserving Oscars. Probably won't help that second week box office returns sucked ass.
But the point of this little haiku here is just to say that Alan Moore is wrong, he said it was unfilmable. You were wrong, Dave Gibbons is laughing at you while he swims in your royalties. Suck it.
The Rock I've Been Under
Wow. Its been a while since we last chatted. Time sure flies when you're parenting. My son is 6 months old, thats scary. He's sitting here helping me type.
Some thoughts:
- I don't care anymore about Rhianna and Chris Brown. I did at the start but since she went back with him, I'm not gonna care next time either.
- Its weird to feel so happy to have Bush gone and Obama in office, but that feeling of overwhelming fear and dread about the world is still ever present. I wish things would start to get better. Is Obama's honeymoon over yet?
- Can 99.7 FM go back to being good? This Ryan Seacrap in the afternoons and Kid Krack in the mornings sucks as bad as the playlist. Hell, the Boulevard was better than this.
Oh, somebody doesn't wanna type or sitting in Daddy's lap while he types. Goodbye for now.
Some thoughts:
- I don't care anymore about Rhianna and Chris Brown. I did at the start but since she went back with him, I'm not gonna care next time either.
- Its weird to feel so happy to have Bush gone and Obama in office, but that feeling of overwhelming fear and dread about the world is still ever present. I wish things would start to get better. Is Obama's honeymoon over yet?
- Can 99.7 FM go back to being good? This Ryan Seacrap in the afternoons and Kid Krack in the mornings sucks as bad as the playlist. Hell, the Boulevard was better than this.
Oh, somebody doesn't wanna type or sitting in Daddy's lap while he types. Goodbye for now.
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