You know you’re not going to have a good day when…..
You put both contact lens on the same eye.
/raises hand
//bows head in shame
You know you’re not going to have a good day when…..
You put both contact lens on the same eye.
/raises hand
//bows head in shame
It took me a long time to get my hands on a Piano Keyboard,
Just so I can record a whole bunch of songs.
Since I don’t have any musician friends here whom I can jam with,
I pathetically try to play most of the instruments in the songs I do.
(Okay, I don’t have “any” friends.)
But now, as I was ready to record them,
the “adapter” on my Effects Processor burnt out.
Freakin’ Grrrrrrr!!!!
I think someone’s telling me to stop making crappy music,
and stick to the thing I do best.
And that is to provide you with some cool links.
Here you go.
And you’re welcome.
The Simpson’s come to life — sun.co.uk (very cool)
Ladies, find your perfect sports bra. — shockabsober.com (NSFW)
Crazy Hockey fight — google video
Check the haunted places in your town — shadowlands.net
Trailer for Silent Hill — apple.com
I think it’s time for me to stop questioning God,
and start listening.
Don’t mind me.
I am just in the process of mending my damaged faith.
A Song we used to sing in High School.
You’re All I Have.
Mobile Player here:
Always With Me, Always With You
by Joe Satriani.
Guitars by – Ty Martell
Mobile Player here:
Well, it’s not really new.
I did this a long time ago, but this time,
I found a backing track for it.
The old one,
(it’s somewhere in the Chorus Pages,)
I did all the instruments, except the percussions.
So, I thought, by redoing it,
it’ll sound better.
So, I played it. and it didn’t.
I just can’t move my fingers as fast as I want to.
It just won’t.
I tried.
It’s like my fingers are herniated or something.
So anyway,
I decided that this song is going to have to stay as it is.
I can’t re-do it anymore.
Because you know,
Nobody’s perfekt perpekt purpek free from mistakes.
I must admit,
I have been quite down these past few days,
but today made me realize
just how many people care for me.
(And when I say “how many”, I meant you, Mom!
Thanks for the Steak!)
Thank you to all who called,
Emailed
SMS’d,
IM’d,
and
Telegram’d.
And thanks to Tracy for my new PSP game,
and taking me to the Sushi place.
Now excuse me,
while I remove the fish breath funk out of me.
Oh, and a Happy VD to all!
There is no doubt,
that within a hundred mile radius, (if not the whole State)
I am the only one excited about the Winter Olympics.
Canada for the GOLD!
No, not the whole event.
Just Hockey.
..and maybe a little figure skating.
Heather Locklear and Richie Sambora, going thru divorce.
Click here for source news.
I knew it.
It was the inevitable.
As much as this saddens me,
a gorgeous female celebrity marrying a rock star is a disaster made in hell.
Haven’t they learned anything from Pamela and Tommy?
Billy and Christie?
Rene and Kenny?
Axl and himself, Slash, Stephanie, Erin?
Britney and that guy from Seinfeld?
This cursed union will never ever be.
Those celebrities who are still married to rock stars are also bound to this fate.
Because Rock Stars are arrogant, selfish, self absorbed, egotistical maniacs,
that they end up hurting their celebrity wives
because they can’t handle sharing the limelight with anyone.
So …. uhh..
Richie.
Call me.
Or at least confirm that you got the
flowers,
underwear,
letters I sent you back in the 80’s,
you two timing bastard.
Anyway,
Here are some cool links.
What’s special about that number? — stetson.edu (Because I am a geek)
100 Photographs that changed the world — digitaljournalist.org
Some of these are very funny — picturesofwalls.com
More Yeti Sports — Icicle Climb
The dreaded “F” word.
Yup he said it.
Quite clear and crisp too.
Enter scene:
Sounds of toys dropping on the floor.
Tyler: “Oh fuck!”
Daddy: (Screaming) “Tyler! No! You say, Oh Man!”
Tyler: “Oh Man?” (As he looks up, smiling.)
Daddy: “Yes! Oh man!” (I say clearly.)
Tyler: “Oh man, fuck!”
Yup. I quit.
Fresh from the last post,
Today my Lead Singer kept on blabbing, wouldn’t shut up,
Can’t pipe down, wouldn’t sit still, ultra hyper …
Wore me out.
That’s it,
I’m quitting this band.
I now present to you,
The Lead Vocals of my future Rock band,
From the Disney movie “Alladin,”
Transcribed:
Daddy: Street rat….. Riff Raff!
Tyler: Snuggle (Scoundrel)
Daddy: Take that!
Tyler: Just a little Snack Guys!
Daddy: (laughs, forgot the words) …..(inaudible) ….He’s rather tasty,
Tyler: ..azzaazzaazzee??…………… (I can’t make it out)
Daddy: Woohooooo!!!
———–
And from the animated movie “Madagascar.”
Transcribed:
Tyler: I love to move it, move it! I love to move it, move it! You like to………
Daddy: Move it!
Tyler: I gotta laaaaah… (I can’t make it out too.)
Daddy: What was tha…!? (Laughs.)
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How funny is this kid?