Wagons East

It's pouring rain.
It's the last day of our move.
Babushka's Grandpa passed away.
I'll be off comp till I can get it set up at new place.
Hope your all doing ok.
Peace til I get back.

Tha Man

Okay sorry but I have to do this. Denis Leary may be considered a comedian who speaks like hes enraged, chain smokes and drinks beer on stage, but to be honest, I think hes one of the smartest modern philosophers still living. Here are some of his best quotes.

"It doesn't matter how big the warnings on the cigarettes are; you could have a black pack, with a skull and crossbones on the front, called TUMORS, and smokers would be around the block going, "I can't wait to get my hands on these fucking things! I bet ya get a tumor as soon as you light up!"

"What's the problem with just smoking a joint, eating a couple of twinkies, and going to sleep, was that a problem? "

"I can remember a time in this country when men were proud to get cancer, goddammit! It was a sign of manhood! John Wayne had cancer twice. Second time, they took out one of his lungs. He said, "Take 'em both! I don't fuckin' need 'em! I'll grow gills and breathe like a fish!"

"Smoking takes ten years off your life. Well it's the ten worst years, isn't it folks? It's the ones at the end! It's the wheelchair, kidney dialysis, adult diaper fucking years. You can have those years! We don't want 'em, alright?"

"Remember Jim Fixx? The big famous jogging guy? Jogged fifteen miles a day. Did a jogging book. Did a jogging video. Dropped dead of a heart attack when? When he was fucking jogging, that's when!"

"Yeah, I'd like to do some cocaine. I'd like to do a drug that makes my penis small, makes my nose bleed, makes my heart explode, and sucks all my money out of the bank."

"That's why I'm glad Jesus died when he did. Because if he lived to be 40, he would have ended up like Elvis. He was famous already at that point. If he lived to be 40, he'd be walking around Jerusalem with a big fat beer gut and black side burns going, Damn, I'm the son of God. Give me a cheeseburger and french fries right now"

"Stevie Ray Vaughan is dead, and we can't get Jon Bon Jovi onto a fucking helicopter!"

"Cocaine, we started that. You're welcome."

"You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado convertible. Hot pink! With whale-skin hubcaps and all leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights! Yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115 MPH, getting one mile per gallon, suckin' down Quarter-Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonalds in the old-fashioned non-biodegradable Styrofoam container and when I'm done suckin' down those grease-ball burgers, I'm gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag, and I'm gonna toss the Styrofoam containers right out the side, and there ain't a goddamn thing anybody can do about it. You know why? Because we got the bombs. That's why! Two words! Nuclear fuckin' weapons, okay? Russia, Germany, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want. They can have a big democracy cake and walk right through the middle of Tiananmen Square and it won't make a lickin' difference cause we got the bombs, okay? "

100 best Movie Quotes? I beg to differ....

http://www.afi.com/tvevents/100years/quotes.aspx

The list that you'll see if you follow the above link is AFI's 100 best movie quotes of all time. While I do admit that they are good quotes, I think they missed some. So here's my list of quotes that should have been added to the list.:

Princess Bride: My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die.
Pulp fiction: No, I'm pretty fucking far from OK
Willy Wanka and the Chocolate Factory: Wait, take that, reverse it, thank you.
13th Warrior: Merciful Father, I have squandered my days with plans of many things. This was not among them. But at this moment, I beg only to live the next few minutes well. For all we ought to have thought, and have not thought; all we ought to have said, and have not said; all we ought to have done, and have not done; I pray thee God for forgiveness.
Aliens: That's it, man. Game over, man! Game over!
Apocalypse Now: I love the smell of napalm in the morning.
Army of Darkness: Alright you primitive screw-heads, listen up. See this? This is my boomstick!
Bachlor Party: I think you're an asshole. No, no, let me correct that, an immature asshole. Which is fine, except that you're marrying my daughter and I'm afraid that my grandchildren are gonna be little assholes.
Better Off Dead: Go that way, really fast; if something gets in your way . . . turn./[I]'m real sorry your mom blew up, Ricky./Two Dollars.
Big Labowski: You're not wrong, Walter! You're just an a**hole!
Blazing Saddles: Mongo only pawn in game of life.
Christmas Story: You'll shoot your eye out!
Die Hard: You asked for miracles, Theo. I give you the F.B.I.
Ferris Bueller's Day Off: Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Fish Called Wanda: to call you stupid would be an insult to stupid people! I've known sheep that could outwit you! I've worn dresses with higher I.Q.s!
Ghostbusters: We came. We saw. We kicked its ass!
Last Dragon: Who's the Master? Sho'Nuff
Mad Max, Beyond Thunderdome: Two men enter, one man leaves.
Stripes: There's something wrong with us! Something very, very wrong with us! Something seriously wrong with us! We're soldiers, but we're American soldiers! We've been kicking ass for 200 years! We're 10-and-1!
2010: I don't know if Hal is homicidal, suicidal, neurotic, psychotic, or just plain broken.
Jaws: You're gonna need a bigger boat./ Anti-shark cage. You go inside the cage? Cage goes in the water, you go in the water. Shark's in the water. Our shark. Farewell and adieu to you, fair Spanish ladies. Farewell and adieu, you ladies of Spain. For we've received orders for to sail back to Boston. And so nevermore shall we see you again./

Thats all I can think of right now. So what would be your favorites that they didn't put on the list?

A favorite poem

Road Not Taken, The
by Robert Lee Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


He did have an unusual obsession with the woods I think, but hell who doesn't love the woods they are some of the most Serene and beautiful places I can imagine. Funny thing though about the road less traveled and not taking the familiar path. I think when we are young taking the path not known is so much easier as we have that immortality thing working in our favors, where we don't think so much of consequences as we do immediate gratification to some indulgent human want or need.
I think as we get older and strike out on our own we take less chances and do what is familiar and what is known, what works, what is comfortable as there is so much more to loose then. Then as we get older again we take that unfamiliar path as it leads to death and the great unknown, that we have no option of avoiding.
Perhaps when we were in the middle of this we didn't take unfamiliar roads for fear that we would fail and be viewed as such not just in our eyes but in the eyes of those around us.
At this juncture do I step outside of my box or do I stay on the path that I know...?
Do I possess the courage to say "hey I may not have a piece of paper that says I can do this but I can do this". And what about my art?
Art is grand wish I could make a living out of it... I wish I could sit in a flower filled field and paint pictures all day with out care or concern, I think that is where my bliss is, just hard to make a living at it with out having to sell out to the man and that I'll never do. I'm a soul artist I paint from my heart, my emotions, my gut. You have to "feel" my work not just look at it and say "thats cute" people who don't get it say shit like that, I feel sorry for them really I do.

Random I know but its what I've been pondering today.

Peace
Q