Happy Christmas!

Happy Christmas, Blog-o-sphere!

A bottle of Crown and many Doctor Who Christmas Specials await.

Allon-sy!

Christmas Blues

Working hard to shed the Christmas Blues with limited success.

Still working on it, though.

We're still flying.

It's enough.

Just making a brief stop on the blog and maintaining.

I have not been very blog-friendly.  This needs to change. 

Because I dig the blog.

I'm doing ok.  Ship's flying.  Finestkind.  All is well.  I'm good and absorbing as much inspiration as I can find in these trying times.

So much has happened.  Gerogia.  North Carolina.  Michigan.  The end of Natalie's.  The end of The Factory.  Aunt Inge's passing.  The Red Team.  The Dolphins being relevant for about 10 seconds.  Just a lot of stuff.

I need to address it on here, soon.  I'm working on it. Be good to reminisce at the end of the year.

Until then....

THE PARTY AVENGER explains away the abscence of THE LEEBO SHOW

Hi.  Avenger here.

I've been asked to explain the abscence of Leebo from The Leebo Show for the last few months.

See, he hasn't been around because, um......

Well, he...

Ummmm....

Ah who cares about him.

I've been partying with these hotties.

That's right, baby, The Champ is in the house.

Leebo's around.  He's good.   I'll explain later.  After the game.

Excelsior.

THE DARK KNIGHT RISES

Hey, I have a blog!

I have not been on in quite some time.  Lot going on, been traveling, been trying to keep the ship in the air.

Going to write on here soon.  In the meantime, go see THE DARK KNIGHT RISES.

Don't let some lunatic putz with orange hair keep you from the theater.

Go see it,  It's excellent.

Bravo, Christopher Nolan.  Bravo.

A random shot of a spaceship. THE Spaceship.

We're bringing back RANDOM SHOTS OF SPACESHIPS.

We don't understand. Are we.... geeks?

Yes, we are.

Click on it to embiggen.

I say, hey. man ok, nice shot.

Good shot, man.

Live long and prosper.

Funk is on a roll....

Howdy, Blogoverse! Long time no see.

Haven’t been on THE LEEBO SHOW in a while. Been busy, had some stuff bothering me.

Wasn’t really in the writing mood. However, part of getting my head back in the game is writing, so here I am.

Writing.

How is it so far?

Yeah, good thing nobody is actually reading this.

So, had some stuff going on, and now I am in a place… that’s completely drama-free.

Nothing major is going on. All systems are functioning nominally. I’m good.

I like it like that.

Oh, there’s stuff I’m still thinking about that I can’t escape. I drive around in a truck all day for a living. I can’t escape, as my dear Alexis once put it, my big ol’ head.

I wonder about some folk. I worry about some folk. There’s some other folk I need to rectify some things with. I got some folk I don’t even know what the hell is going on in their brains. These are all women, natch.

People making wierd choices. People shutting me out. People wanting me in. People.

There’s all sorts of people that I care about that I’m just kind of floating around their periphery. I should address some things, but I am putting it off. Because, right now, no drama is going on and I am REALLY enjoying that.

It has nothing to do with anybody. It has with to do with me enjoying myself.

I only want to see a handful ( a very SMALL) handful of people right now. I am avoiding others, not because I’m being a hermit, not because I’m a dick, not because I have heat with anyone…but because…. I’m just really, really enjoying my own company.

I can count on me.

My Facebook status right now is this:

I am not anybody's answer.

Of that, I'm convinced.

And I am. I really am.
And you what? That’s ok.
I am no longer looking to make a connection. With anybody. I don’t think such a thing is real anymore anyway.

I have a good job. I can pay the bills. My job is going well. I love the Company I work for. I see a great future.

My Dad’s healthy.

Nobody’s busting my balls. If I wanna drink beer and watch Star Trek all night, nobody gives a shit. Come to think of it, nobody gave a shit anyway. But I digress.

I’m not wrapped up in anybody’s bullshit. That’s kind of why I haven’t been on the blog. Because, nothing is happening.
And I love it.

Sure, I’m come back from the periphery at some point. But’s it’s nice here.

Star Trek doesn’t talk back.

Believe, Daydreamer.

Part of my childhood died today.

Davy Jones of The Monkees died of a heart attack at the too-young age of 66.

In Hollywood, FL, no less.

Never ran into him. As much as me and Mike Guerdon tear up that town, too.

So long, Davy, thanks for helping this little kid laugh and love music.

I'm going to hoist a few to Davy tonight.

I love The Monkees. I am not ashamed of this.

Part of my childhood died today.

Sucks.

DAVY JONES 1945-2012

The Party Avenger returns! No, really.

Hi. Avenger here.

I've returned.

No really, it says so in the headline.

You didn't read it?

No prob, I'll wait.

See? It says I've returned.

You jackass.

I'm posting on the blog for Leebo because Leebo doesn't give a shit.

I haven't seen him like this in quite a while. Not since my drunk Luche Libre days. Not that I remember those. Heh. Good times. I think.

Dunno what's up with him. Leebo's doing good, the new job is good.

Yet, he's kinda out there.

I know, that's not exactly a profound observation.

He's says he's "disenchanted with the franchise".

And doesn't mean the Dolphins.

I mean, he does, but I think he's talking about something else.

Here's the wierd part. There's no beer in the fridge.

I know.

I've been in Leebo's physche for quite a while.

I've NEVER seen the fridge without beer.

Never.

Never, ever, ever.

WTF?

I hope he gets back to writing soon. And, I hope he buys some beer.

It's just been awkward.

The Dude needs to Abide.

Oat sodas would assist that endeavor.

You would think the man who retained the coveted GrudIron belt would be happier.

Grud and Jimmer, eat it, bitches.

So here we are. It's your move, Leebo. Do something.

And do it with beer.

You're boring without it.

And I'm thirsty.

OK, the first post of 2012 aint cheery...

This picture is pretty much how I feel.

Things are fine on the surface. Job is good. Life is good.

Underneath the surface, I rage.

From an emotional and mental standpoint, I am beat up, tired. And ready to fight some more.

People have disappointed me. Again.

And again.

I'll never understand them.

There will never be justice as long as people are concerned.

Because people are fucking stupid.

I'm tired or being nice. I'm tired of being good.

Being good is hard. Some days I hate it.

It really has not paid off.

Hell, I'll work my way out of this funk and be my awesome self again soon.

Until then, fuck you.

Because you, my friend, are a member of the human race.

And you, my friend, are a fucking idiot.

Odds are, anyway.