Phil Fucking Collins... WTF?!!!

Oh! OH!!!! Ya know what?

Anyone that is here right now as a result of a WEB search.... GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!

Here's the deal...

This dickhead (yeah.. he's a dickhead now... he's worked at earning the title!!!) has been at it forever, and I've left him alone - out of respect.

Now... Like the fuck he is... I can't figure what he is thinking; where he is coming from; what he is about... So...

He needs to be put to rest.

He needs to tour w. Type - O.

He's lost his sense of reality. He has joined the Choir of STING.

He needs to burn.

Fucking FRY, baby... F R Y

Glenn Beck - Its whats for dinner...

Anyone else out there get the urge to eat steak when Glenn stepped out at the rally?

Marty (1955) w. Ernest Borgnine

Started writing an email back to Sis this morning about an old movie I watched last night that I had saved on my DVR, and figured I should blog about it. It fits. Nothing here makes any rhythmic sense. So, I take up where I was writing Sis:

Yup! It was my first Marty! (I discovered was a favorite of Sis'.)

Man, you know… You watch a movie like that, and its just great. I found myself getting overly nervous (so used to the noir themes in even the comedies we have these days) waiting for a complete disaster to happen everywhere, and then on edge hoping they would adequately sort things out by the end. But it didn’t go that way. It was just goddamn good acting, good cinema, a good story and uplifting at its simple end.

You just don’t get that anymore.

You got CG out the ass, or plots that writers think need to be so complicated its like having to go to work to watch.

Now, not being hypocritical here, I'll admit I'd also be the first one to pop in all the Harry Potters in order of release and watch them straight through (if I had the time these days), and because I'm not ashamed, I also follow the Twilight series with anticipated delight.

Now I can hear those who are still reading this moaning out there about my credibility as a film critic, and you people can take your moaning asses the hell outta here and drink some pee. Yes, go drink pee. Warm or cold, weak or bold, from young or medicated old.

(Stop that. Stop that!... That's silly. Just silly. Right!)

Ok, where was I before my mind turned?...

Marty. Right!

The movie is about a gentle butcher (Marty, played by Ernest Borgnine) who lives with his Italian mother, and who meets a shy woman (Clara, played by Betsy Blair).

I won't go into any more details, lest someone out there actually watch it who hasn't seen it, and anyone else knows how to navigate IMDb.

Look for Marty on TCM, put it in your Netflix cue or buy it somewhere. Its worth the watch.Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time!

NO.... MORE.... FUCKING.... COWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah... OH YEAH!!!!

This morning! Record high, baby!!!

Three of those beasts on the side of the house.... AND.... (in the words of Frank Zappa)... as if that weren't enough!... Four more out fuckin'front!!!!!

These fucking beef sum-bitches are starting to make me late for work on some mornings. I'm fucking GLAD I got them documented. Who'd believe I'm being bombarded by fucking cows by the dawn's early light???!!!

OH!... and get this shit... Here's what they tell me at work... 'Just go out there and start waving your arms around and yelling at them.'

What?!!! YOU go out there and start yelling at shit 20 times your fuckin' weight that drool and shit anywhere they want!!!

GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS CURS-ED PLACE!!!!!!!

Where Sisiggy is going to be a recluse.

Hey! Idiots!

Hi there you knucklehead readers.

Just dropping in for a moment to let you know that we here in the Dark Garden are quite alive and very well.

There's all sorts of cool shit to talk about and warn you of, but I just don't have the time right now.

Ah, so many topics, so little time for you worthless readers! (and dear readers)

So for now... Piss Off!