A little funny...

Robert Deniro, Tom Cruise, Morgan Freeman, Tony Cox. All synonymous in my opinion. While everyone is familiar with the work of the first three, let me lend some insight on the latter.

Anthony Joe Cox was born March 31, 1958. He has been acting, directing, and producing since 1980, has appeared in over 60 films, is married to his lovely wife Otelia, has 1 child, is a strict vegetarian, loves horses, owns a ranch in Arizona, and stands 3 foot 6 inches tall...



While Tony's rap sheet speaks for itself, he's certainly had his share of ups and downs. Below is a list of character names from Tony's illustrious acting career.

8 Ball
Biggman
Big Willie Johnson
Mr. Boo-T
Smitty
Sweet and Low
Shorty
Midgetman
Pez
Big Al
Dink
Kong
Pee Wee Marquette
Hooter
Bubba
and Widdle

Since not all of Tony's parts have had a name, I wanted to include the title Tony's characters were given on imdb.com

Little Doctor
Dwarf Convenience Store Clerk
African-American Leprechaun
Dwarf Guard
Vohnkar Warrior (gotta be savvy to "get" that one)
Ewok
Lawn Jockey #1
Midget
Circus Dwarf
and finally Midget Nut

Tony Cox reminds us all... it's a long way to the top, if you wanna rock n roll.

Change you can count on

A switch in mobile handsets coupled with an ever growing callus to the oddities of the world, has got me to start thinking about a way to keep writing stuff to entertain myself, without the burden of hunting mullets, wedgies, social mutants and other boss individuals.

So here we go...

Hungry fella?

I'm minding my own business on a bus ride into work, and for some strange reason, the world decides to start my day by showing me a murder of crows eating puke.



Seems simple enough right? This situation sucks. Well hold on a quick minute, I've got several issues here.

First... in all of Seattle these crows are trying to tell me that there is nothing better than human puke to eat for breakfast? Second... I know it's hard to tell, but this pile o' puke is on a half a side walk, where 4th intersects with 2nd. That's right, 2 parralel streets somehow intersect at the end of a narrow little sidewalk that leads to nothing other than a crowded intersection. Yet some human's body decided that this, of all places, was the best place to lay down a eventual crow breakfast buffet.

My final problem is that my picture was snapped somehow in the half second where the other 2 crows are not visible, and the 1 visible crow is in between beak fulls of puke. My apologies... but the cell phone camera has only come so far.

Go big or go home

Why both trying to act cool? Why bother going through life hoping that others will just notice what a rad human you are?

Words and interactions not loud enough for you??? How bout a permanent mural on your car?!

If conventional means of letting people know you are the mf'n man have not been working for you, I've got just the solution. Scream it. Scream it from the bitching hood of your Subaru XT Coupe!

That's right... the person that owns this car is The Man. Not the mans assistant, or the man in training, this dude runs the show... big time.

Read it and weep, suckers.



And just in case you thought the white tiger mural on the hood was some sort of accident, or temporary lapse in judgment... let's make this official.