Centurion and other things

Well boils and ghouls, I watched the movie Centurion today. I have to say, that it is a very good movie. Beautifully shot, great action scenes, a great story line, the actors were all very good. It is centered around the surviors of a Roman Legion that was ambushed in the wilds of Great Britian. They are hunted by Picts while they try to make their way back to the Roman lines. British made, the only actress I reconized was Olga Kurylenko.

So now I am pissed. I just found out they remade Fright Night. Who in the Hell thought that would be a good idea? Which low life, ignorant piece of Hollywood filth thought that remaking Fright Night would be good. Not just remaking it, but casting Colin Farrell to play the bad guy Jerry Dandrige. A no talent Irish piece of shit. Also the part of Peter Vincent goes to a guy who played Dr. Who. Peter Vincent who was originally played by Roddy McDowell. What the fuck? This seriously pisses me off. I really want to choke some Hollywood fucker for this. Damn them all to the lowest bowels of Hell where they will swim in shit and be raped by demons and pineapples for all eternity and be made to feast upon the rotting corpse of Al Gore.

It's been some time....

Time has passed since my last post. The zombie apocolypse has not come to pass just yet, still waiting on that. Christmas is almost here. Good food, cold weather, everything I love. I have finally decided to take control of my life once again. Time to get healthy. Time to start on a path to a job I could actually enjoy doing. You know since I really hate my job. I plan on starting college either next semester in the Spring or in the Fall. I may wait until the fall since we will be moving come July and depending on where I live will depend on which campus I will go to.

Ordered P90X and received it in the mail today. I plan on starting that on Sunday. Oh boy is that going to be hard. I can't wait for the pain. It really is something that I enjoy. At least I know that if I stick with it and diet I will one day lose this gut and be healthier and happier with my life.

I'm going to keep posting regularly about my workout. Post some reviews on books, movies, games, comics. Maybe even start taking pictures and posting them also.

Burying a Loved One

My grandmother died on June 6, 2010, the 66th anniversary of D-Day. All her grandchildren called her Maw Maw. She was a short boisterous woman who was a very devout Catholic. She always had a smile on her face and loved her grand kids. She helped my love of reading, buying me fantasy books that she thought I might like and mailing them to me. Through her I discovered Brian Jacques and his Redwall books. I would also call her and we would usually talk for an hour or more about everything, from politics to religion to what my ideas for movies and novels. She led a very interesting life. Her and my grandpa were park rangers at McLeod Park in Mississippi. It was always fun when we were small going and visiting Maw Maw and Paw Paw at the park. He would take us out at night into the park looking for deer and other creatures and it was just a fun time. I can still remember the playground in the park and staying up late and watching out the windows, the deer eating the corn they would put out.

So the funeral was Friday June 11th. My parents left for Mississippi on Tuesday and my sisters followed the next day on Wednesday. I was going to work on Thursday but decided to go ahead and leave early so I could get there before nightfall. The drive was okay, unfortunately the car did not have cruise control so my legs would become stiff but it wasn't to bad. So I get to Mississippi and call my mom to get directions to where they are staying. Well, she asks me if I want to help them dig Maw Maw's grave. Okay I say, so I meet them at a gas station and follow them to the Bayou CoCo graveyard. I'm thinking we are going to watch someone use a backhoe to dig the grave, but nope, we are using shovels. So Me and my cousins, Jereme, Danny, Bret, Kevin and my sister's fiance Chris dig the grave five feet down. By the time we are done I am soaked with sweat. I mean my shorts were soaked. It was weird to dig a grave but oddly it did feel gratifying. We joked about Paw Paw reaching out and grabbing us while we were down in the hole.

The funeral was on Friday. I was a Pall Bearer as was Danny, Brett, Jereme, Kevin, my other cousins Jacob and Gabe and Eddie. I sat next to Jereme in the pew. Whenever I would start to choke up he would whisper to me to stop because I guess he was on the verge himself. I was fine until they closed the casket. So the service in the chruch ended and we went to the graveyard which was right down the street. The church was were my mom went to elementary school also. At the graveyard it was harder on me. I really broke down when I saw my mom, dad and sisters crying. So that service ended and they lowered the casket and me and Danny and his dad and mine filled the grave in. The first time a shovel full of dirt hit the casket it was weird but like digging it there was something right about it. I will miss her. I talked to her the week before she died and her passing also brings into my mind my other grandma and assorted great aunts and uncles. I understand that Death is a part of Life, but it is still hard to lose someone you love.