5:26am and running on empty…

Blogged by Smalley as Smalley — Smalley Tue 24 Apr 2007 4:42 am

Now five 27, and no it didn’t take me a whole minute to type up that damn subject….

Woke up with one hell of a headache and my shoulder is freaking killing me. Went to the doctor friday and after extensive pulling, pushing, and squeezing, it has been decided that I need 6 weeks of physical therapy to “strengthen” my shoulder… (pissed off kid face..)

So today I go in, and the guy is cool as hell, and we do the usual first visit bullshit, paperwork and stuff. Then comes the fucking pulling, poking, prodding, pushing, and squeezing…..this time though….measurements…

The conclusion?

I’m uni(or multi)-directional…which means my right arm can fucking sublux (fancy term for coming out of socket most of the way, the painfully slamming back INTO the socket…) at any angle it fucking wants to…

Really!? No shit!? I thought I went through those surgeries for the excitement of puking up fucking painkillers because I took them on an empty stomach, because I didn’t give a shit about stomach pain, because you fucking drilled into my goddamn shoulder attached screws (anchors, sorry) and then CUT my fucking muscle and tendons, and re-attached them….

dicks…

Then we get on to the fun little “Damn! Your shoulder looks inflamed…let’s calm it down.” type shit. He puts the electro-therapy pads on me, then covers it with a heating pad..

He turns it on three. Which is low, but the most I can take without my muscles spazzing out.

five minutes go by, spasms start.

He turns it down.

A minute goes by, it spazzes out again.

He turns it down to .5

I’m good for a minute, then minor spasms start, I just keep my mouth shut and look like michael j. fox. for the remaining few minutes.

Then the real fun begins.

You know how you think you’re pretty strong…then that voice in your head goes…”HAHAHA YOU FUCKING SIMPLE FOOL!!!”?

Yeah…that was me.

All I did was four theraband exercises. FOUR.

That greedy fuck wanted fourty reps though. But before I continue bitching, let me fill you in… A theraband is a piece of rubber with different tensile strength according to color. Green is the easiest…then blue, then red, then god knows what…but black is the ultimate rape your soul color.

According to the position, grip, angle, and length away, you can increase or decrease tension. I trade off with blue and green. It fucking sucks when I can’t do ten reps of fucking green with my arm fully extended and bringing it in and out in a slight sweeping motion without my arm shaking un-con-fucking-trollably, and it wanting to slip out PULLING, and then letting it go back out.

Yeah…..anyhow, he said it’s “just a formality, at this point…” Translation?

Another Tune Up.

Fuck.

“Every Body Lies….” – House, M.D.

Blogged by Smalley as Smalley — Smalley Mon 16 Apr 2007 11:58 pm

Yes…yes….as I look on, I’ve got House playing on the ol’ media player…A lot has happened since I last updated…as usual, and I’ve got some goodies…I’ll start with the newest one first, and recap:

We’re still not done with the album, but it’s in progress still…slowly but surely. It’s an expensive process but the results can’t be argued. We’re still planning to go back in and re-record Dirge at a slightly slower pace, and then record everyone’s favorite – Broken List. Following that beautiful number we’re throwing down two new, yet strangely different ones with an odd structure Black Eyes and Shiftless. We may also throw down Bloodshot. Who knows…we’re leaving a lot of possibilities open for it.

After throwing a turtle tantrum and finally giving up, I ordered a memory stick pro duo adapter that makes a duo stick into a regular sized memory stick. Why? So I can use it in my camera. Why? Because some insolent whelp decided to steal mine. Two days after the order was processed we’re looking for a piece of my Devastator, and find the fucking old mem-stick. Behind the dresser. How did it get there? No fucking clue…last time I see it it was in the digicam. Something strange is going on ’round here…

Anyhow…I had to get the stick to take the pix…pix of what you ask? I got new TOYS!@!! What kind? The best kind! TRANS-FUCKING-FORMERS!!!

Up first we have a lovely selection of Masterpieces…as you all seen in a previous post, my Masterpiece Starscream…was a very happy addition…however, a bit small. I finally received the ultimate enemy for Prime…yeah…you guessed it…

MEGATRON!!!!!!!!

And he’s a bad mother fucker…

He came with the little evil bastard Kremzeek:

Not to mention the goodies: His energon morning star, energon saber, and the pistol. The two latter were used to off prime in the movie….*sigh*

As soon as I dig out primes energon axe, they’re gonna have a battle.


The next new toy on the list is Revoltech Convoy (Convoy is the Japanese name for Optimus Prime.), There is a whole Revoltech line, where they take popular characters and turn them into small super posable, super detailed figures. The design is like that of the DREAMWAVE comics, and he sure lives up to the line’s high standards..hell…he lives up to my high standards. He’s a lovely addition to any collection. Plus, I put my preorder in for Revoltech Megatron, so I can have them both pulling the scenes from the movie:

PRIME!!!

One shall stand…one shall fall…

Why throw away your life so recklessly?

That’s a question you should ask yourself, Megatron.

No! I’ll crush you with my bare hands!!!!

*Fight Begins*

*Cutscene* I’ve got to help Prime!

Stay away, lad, that’s Primes fight!*End Cutscene*
I’ll rip out your optics….

Prime then tosses Megatron like the lightweight pussy he is…

Finish him off Prime! Do it now!!!

Prime grabs his big ass fucking gun…and Megatron notices a laser pistol under some rubble…

N-n-no more Optimus Prime! Grant me mercy, I beg of you!

You, who are without mercy, now plead for it? I thought you were made of sterner stuff…

Hotrod then jumps in and fucks up every child’s world for years to come

Oh no you don’t Megatron!

Out of the way Hotrod!

*blast* Fall! Fall!!

When Prime finally falls…

I would’ve waited an eternity for this…it’s over Prime…

Hnnnhnnnhnnn NEVER!!!!!

Prime then proceeds to double slam Megatron’s ass off the side of the structure…

Oh fuck…sorry…i kinda got carried away…it tends to happen…I guess this post is going to be mostly transformer dominated!!!! Because next up we have Alternator Rumble. The first Rumble toy to feature his pile drivers..

And finally, since I haven’t had a chance to show them off yet, my newest tattoos…and it’s harder than fuck to take pictures of your legs, and the lighting sucks, and I have huge fucking leg muscles…so it actually looks weird…but I am a drummer..and they’re damn sexy now…

Now…people have asked me and those that know me…I usually have a duality theme running with my tattoos…good versus evil. No one is EVER 100% good, we have the same amount of good, and the same amount of evil in us. It’s all based off of the choices we make. That’s what these tattoos mean to me. When I think of Heros, My grandfather comes straight to mind. He was a real world Optimus Prime. He was my father figure growing up. My dad was young and didn’t really adapt well. He did better with christopher, but with me it was kinda weird. Grampa spoiled me at every chance. He taught me everything I could ever want to know. He was the one who got me into history, and science. He purchased my first drum kit for me, my first car, a whole shit load of toys. We were out in his garage MAKING things too. I fancied wooden swords…he made them for me. taught me how to work with the tools, and safety. My granny was the one who taught me to cook, sew (yes I fucking know how to sew..and I’m damn good at it..), and the love for the Beverly Hills Cop series. I love them both very much for being my escape in childhood.

The Decepticon symbol reminds me of the fact that there is a bad side hidden deep within me, due to my Dad. He was a good man, but he had a bad bad, insane temper, and I and my brother both inherited it. I’ve got mine under control for the most part, but when I get pushed to far, I just want to destroy.

One cannot exist without the other however…so that leaves me with a balance. And I fight everyday to keep it on the good side. I protect those I love, my friends, and family, and even complete strangers. I’m me…period. I’m good at computer stuff, drumming, and mechanical type shit. I’m still a big kid at heart, and still have an overactive imagination. I may not be as hyper as I was in gradeschool, but I still get overly excited, and act like I’m six again. Yes…when I goto Walmart, or any store for that matter, I go straight to the toys, check the transformers, and the other stuff and then electronics. I love Metallica, and my band. I love house, and I love being a smart-assed, sarcastic bastard like House. I’m the type of father who will get in the floor and use his imagination with his daughter and play whatever she wants to play. I love watching her learn things and I enjoy teaching them. The only thing better than music to my ears, is her laughter. It is a really special moment when I can get my G1 Transformers out and She has the ones we’ve bought for her, and we have battles. It is a trip when I put in the original TMNT cartoons and she sings the whole theme song. What’s even more trippy is when I put in Teen Titans and she knows both the english, AND the japanese versions of THAT theme. Her favorite Decepticon is Starscream, and her favorite Autobot is Grimlock. She knows Metallica, and her favorite song by them is “The Memory Remains”. She will one day be in the studio with us doing a cover of that song, and she will do the Nah-nahs. Period.

My shoulder is acting worse each day, and I may have to get a tune up soon…I have an appointment at the end of the month that I’m not looking forward to. I want to at least get the album out and promote it a bit, and play more shows before I have to go in for the surgery. I’ve lost 15lbs as well…getting better! Yeah…at this point I’m just rambling on what comes to mind so I’ll end it!
To quote Grampa, “I’m a jack of all trades, and a master of none.”

M.

Act now….operators are standing by….

Blogged by Smalley as Smalley — Smalley Tue 3 Apr 2007 5:13 am

Well well well…

Dickie has made contact and a couple of short jams have taken place, and let me tell you, it felt good. We’re starting work on a new song and it’s really different. Especially on my end. It’s sort of well…I dunno…it’s not totally minimalesque like 3 Bullets, but it really has a catchy thing going on. I’m actually accenting and crashing ON time instead of on the off beats. It’s funny…it really don’t sound like me playing.

I found the cover Metallica did of “The Ecstasy of Gold”. If you heard the S&M album, it’s the little piece in the very beginning played by the orchestra. For those not “in the know”, the original version (it appears in the Clint Eastwood movie, “The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly”.) plays just mere seconds before the band takes the stage.

There was an album in the works for Ennio Morricone, who is the creator of the song. Well…who else to better pay tribute? None, but the Mighty Metallica. It also gives us an insight on their sound on the upcoming album…

I’m fucking excited.  You can hear a pretty decent sample of it on my myspace profile just pop the url in and add /fullstop .

Yeah…you listened, didn’t you? I thought so you naughty fuck…..sexy isn’t it?

We’re continuing to tweak the album as well…

Yeah yeah…we knew…we’re overdue…..WAY overdue. But it’s going to be worth it…we’re going to add 3 songs possibly. We’re going to redo one completly, because it don’t have that Warehouse feel to it. It will by time we’re done though.

We’ve also decided to change the title. I’m going to keep it under wraps for now, but it’s going to be two words…and no…not “Fuck You”. Although it does seem appropriate.

Anyway…how many of you fuckers actually read this shit? I mean it’s just my random ramblings and more than that..it’s just usually me being pissed at michael bay, or any other thing that happens to irk me…which happens often.  If you read this far down…. shoot me an email…or comment….let me know!

M.