Darling Clementine

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Now that I’ve come down from my caffeine-high of epic proportions, I’m bored as hell. I’m also tired, maybe I should stop drinking beer and take a nap. Aaanyway… this was me this morning… not as funny as the original (because Fox keeps ganking ‘em off YouTube), but fuck, there’s Dethklok! I definitely reached transcendence around noon,

Fry Drinks 100 Cups of Coffee (WMV format)

(video from futurama-madhouse.com.ar)

I’m sorely disappointed with the lack of horror movies on TV this month. It’s just wrong and sad. ha! Even AMC, who a couple of years ago would show them all October long, is relegating them to only the 30-31. Boourns! There’s plenty I could watch “On-Demand” if it would stop asking me to enter the parental code. WE DON’T HAVE A DAMN PARENTAL CODE. I need to figure out what’s up with that,

So, to alleviate my disappointment, I’ve gone upstairs and pulled out every movie I own, but haven’t watched, that’s supposed to be remotely scary. I think I start with Hostel and work my way from there. (Oooh, Peaches! After the dream I had last night, I think I figured it all out… maybe, )

Anyway, that’s what I’m doing this weekend. I’m going to get up soon, get all of my other planned crap out of the way, then come back and get to it. I may need to buy some crack while I’m out,