It's the Mad Men/Walking Dead crossover post.

This year for Halloween, my oldest son told us he wanted to be a "zombie boxer".

OK, points for originality, but zombies don't really need to wear boxing gloves........or clothes......they're not modest in that way.

Anyways, we got his gloves, and his clothes, SooperSpowse is gonna make him up all zombie-fied. It was my job to help him put logos on his robe......like the advertisements on some boxer's shorts/robes.

I had him pick some of his favorite companies, and find the logos. When he was done, I decided to interject some SooperPhotoChop skills and make the logos a little more........Halloween.

Enjoy!

Grinding!

No...not grinding as in shaping metal.

Not grinding as in the sexual dancing done in clubs.

In the video game world, grinding refers to leveling your character(s) up in order to raise their stats. They become more powerful, get better weapons, and battles that once were difficult become a little easier. One would usually grind their character before a main boss battle or something important that happens in the main storyline of the game.

Leeroy is not a good grinder.

So, why do I bring up this particular kind of grinding? 

I've been told by every single doctor I've seen that depression is common in heart attack survivors. For the past year or so, I've been slowly sliding down the slope, but now I'm in it all the way. I may seem okay on a computer screen, but most of the time, I'm feeling down, exhausted, and just miserable. Nobody's fault. I appreciate my wife and kids putting up with it for as long as they have without giving me a swift kick in the ass. 

Now it's time to give myself a swift kick in the ass.

I have started taking medication and going to therapy to try to help out with the depression. Another piece of the treatment that I can directly control is to convey my feelings (which in itself is difficult for me). So I am going to try to write more. More blog posts. More topics. More serious issues, with a little funny sprinkled in now and again. More fun, hopefully. 

This is my grinding.

Starting Monday, I begin grinding to try to increase my power. To try to raise my stats, get better weapons, and beat the villain. 

I hope you will stay for the ride. 

FFS Fried-ay

America has an obesity problem. If it's not pounded into your head by your doctors, it's the media, government, and anybody else that will listen. I agree that America has an obesity issue. The issue is that we make AWESOME, delicious food.

Shock eating is nothing new. Any schlub can make an insanely fatty, grease-laden, cheese spouting, bacon topped monstrosity of a burger. As a matter of fact, before they moved to Sin City (ironic, isn't it?), the Heart Attack Grill (music autoplays in link, be careful) was located about 5 miles from where I currently live now. They prided themselves on the fat content of their burgers. Their largest burger, the Quadruple Bypass is 2 lbs of beef. There's a fair amount of shock involved there.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere is peaceful and serene.

Now, I get the shock factor. But when I came across this......this tribute to all that is gluttonous and great, my heart sighed, my arteries shivered, and my mouth cursed. BEHOLD!

ER. MER. GERD.

Slater's 50/50 restaurants in California created the Doughnut Burger. A "50/50 patty" (half bacon, half beef), topped with an egg (sunny side up), in between two glazed doughnuts. While this burger may be a little over the top, Slater's actually seems like a "gourmet burger" joint. Some of their ideas, though.......sheesh. Here are a few:

Fried Chicken and Pancakes - Fried chicken topped with  house-made-bacon-infused-country gravy, two strips of thick cut bacon, and a fried egg between three buttermilk pancakes, smothered in real maple syrup. 

Peanut Butter Jellousy Burger - Ground beef topped with thick cut bacon, creamy peanut butter and strawberry jelly, served on a honey wheat bun.

And the best: Drumroll please..........

Thanksgiving Burger - A juicy ground turkey patty with stuffing, turkey gravy, cranberry sauce, and sage mayonnaise, served on a honey wheat bun.

I may have to make a special trip to California for this place. And Dr. Wright, if you somehow happen to stumble upon this pinnacle of humbleness that is my blog.....you never read this. No se habla ingles. Por Favor. Muy bien. Gracias, senor.

A Case of the Mondays...

If you're stuck at work today, regretting all the poor life decisions that led you to take your job in a cube, I salute you.

If you're not working, congratulations. What are you doing with your life? Saving squirrels perhaps?

A Redditor submitted this paragraph, which he claimed was an email from his co-worker.

 I was pressed into squirrel rescue this morning on my way out. 5 young squirrels got tangled in Christmas lights in my neighbor's yard. We got the lights off, but now their tails are one big knot, so I have to bring them into a rescue place to untie them, as I am unequipped to untie squirrel tail knots. I should be in this afternoon.

If you're a normal human, you're thinking "WHAT IN THE FUCK? You're untying squirrels? Bullshit, Johnson, you hit snooze too many times, and now you're 30 minutes late."

If you're a normal human being who looks at the picture attached to the e-mail, you sit in wonderous amazement.

"We'll see you when you get here, Johnson"

  

FFS Friday!

FFS Friday riddle: What do couture and Wal-Mart have in common?

I'll give you a hint. Handbags.

At first glance, these purses seem....well, pretty plain, from a dude's point of view. Don't know what makes them so special.

But.....remember I did say that Wal-Mart was half of this equation.

Parlez vous FUCK YEAH.

Because drinking wine out of a box ain't classy enough, Vernissage Wines decided to throw some couture up in that bitch, by making the two buck chuck into a designer handbag. FFS.

Soop's Comment Fodder Question: Ladies.....if you saw your friend roll into the Bunco party, or whatever shit you gals do together, with this atrocity in tow, what would you say?

I AM...

My friend at You Know It Happens At Your House Too is doing an interesting social experiment. For five minutes, she's asking you sit down and write about yourself. The catch is the phrases have to begin with I am. This is meant to be uplifting, and kept as a reminder that you have qualities that are awesome and make you unique. I just might enjoy it because I love talking about me more than anything in the world.

Interesting.

I am awesome. There are few in the world as awesome as me.

I am broken. Not worthless, not perfect, but broken. I'm okay with that.

I am a procrastinator. It gets done.....but on my time.

I am a geek. I may not be as geeky as some, but I'm okay with that.

I am a genius..........on paper. It's the real world stuff that gets me sometimes.

I am funny. No, really, I am.

I am a kid at heart. I'd rather hit the toy aisle of a Target than anywhere else in the store.

This pretty much sums it up

I am me.

There's my list......now, I throw out the challenge. Who are YOU?