LAST SUMMER

Monday, December 25, 2006

WHAT WITH ALL THE WIND STORMS, SNOW STORMS, FREEZES, AND NEAR CONSTANT RAIN, I NEEDED A LITTLE SUNSHINE, SO HERE IT IS. ME IN MY SNAPPY HAWIIAN SHIRT. I'M STANDING IN FRONT OF AMERICAN FALLS. DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF ME IS NIAGRA FALLS. THAT WAS ON OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DAYS EVER. OK I'M BETTER NOW. IF THE WEATHER IS GETTING TO YOU I SUGGEST THAT YOU STARE AT THIS PICTURE UNTIL THE BLUES GO AWAY OR UNTIL YOU CAN NO LONGER STAND TO LOOK AT MY UGLY KISSER. IN ANY EVENT CHEER UP IT CAN'T RAIN FOREVER...CAN IT???????

Me & the Mrs

Thursday, December 14, 2006

WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS
THE DEAR WIFE AND I WANT TO EXTEND SEASONS GREETINGS TO ALL. WE HOPE YOU GET AND GIVE LOTS OF COOL PRESENTS. I'VE ALREADY BEEN GIVEN THE BESTEST GIFT, A WONDERFUL MATE. IF YOU DON'T LOVE HER THEN YOU DON'T KNOW HER.

Bacon Breath

Monday, December 04, 2006

Me in one of my piggy moods. I don't mean to boar ya.

Animal Headed

My wife says that at times I'm too bull-headed. Now I won't try to buffalo you. Im sure I've been a beast at times. Im not gonna wallow in it though, let me just say Im sorry to anyone whom I've horned in upon.
I gotta go now, has anybody seen my hat?

Power Chords

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

I just love this album. It's hard, it's soft it rocks it rolls, it has a skullaton guy with freaky sharp knives and a modified WWII german army helmet. The band is a pack of Scottish guys who live in Canada. I mean whats not to like??????

Bahai Temple Chicago

I saw this Temple while vacationing this summer. It's a fabulous structure, don't you think? There are 7 Bahai temples in the world, each more beautiful than the next. Check them out on-line, I think you'll agree.

Ronald, What have you done??

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

It seems that due to all the sugar, corn syrup and mega fat content of the meals he pushes, our ol' pal Ronald McDonald (no relation) has run afoul of the law. Word is he was caught by the cops smuggling HappyMeals into a Jenny Craig. He claimed they were a special delivery order for his close personal friend Kristi Ally, who was unavailable for comment due to an overdose of Dexatrim. Said to be driving the getaway car was Sally Struthers, but she was released because there are no handcuffs big enough to fit around her wrists. She is currently under house arrest at Krispi Kreme.

So if you want to stay out of trouble with Jonny Law Don't be like Ronald, spend your food dollars at Arby's cuz thats real food, yah man, dem's good eats.

Thanksgiving

Saturday, November 25, 2006

I'm very much in hopes that you all take the time to count your blessings. God has given us much. If you are reading this you at least have access to a computer, but I'm guessing you have much more. I know that I have more than I could've ever dreamed of. It, of course all comes from GOD, without whos help I am lost. I do need to be more kind and understanding to others and not snivel when things don't go my way. I found a great quote by Neal A. Maxwell (you may have heard of him,if not look him up). It goes like this, "Since we can have no justified complaints against the LORD, who gives us so much, griping simply does not go with Gospel grattitude. Ingrattitude reflects the intellectual dishonesty of those who can enumerate their grievances but cannot count their blessings."

Aging Hipster

Monday, November 20, 2006

In the immortal words of Dr.Evil "There's nothing more embarassing than an Aging Hipster".Well I just turned 50, yes I know you're thinking "He can't be a day over 47",alas and alack tis true,50 it is.I used to be so cool, I had it going on. Now young people don't even see me as a member of the same species. Its OK I guess, Ive got credit, a wonderful wife , that I adore and I know who I am and where I'm going.
I'm not that cat anymore and thats fine with me.

Evil Eye

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Six bux and a fist full of Arby's coupons if anyone can tell me what this is.

Fav Toons

Monday, November 13, 2006

Hey everyone say hello to FEARLESS FLY. He gets his super power from his glasses. Without them he is a meek, passive, mild little fly known as HYRUM.

Monsters

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Since I mentioned monsters in my last entry, thought it only proper to show a few monsters. Can you identify the "nice monsters"?

Monsters Beware!!!

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Don't be a monster,cuz monsters are mean. What with all that city trampling, fire breathing, tail lashing and general trouble making its no wonder they never get invited to tea partys or even tupperware partys, and that stuff is unbreakable.
Some monsters are good, but very few. Aside from Mothra and Gamara,( who was a friend to children everywhere), most monsters just want to stomp on your house or at least lower your property value. Maybe monsters are just misunderstood. But there is one thing all evil monsters understand, and that is that sooner or later Ultraman will be kickin' their monster asses. SOOWATCH!!!!!!!!!!!

Clyde & Leonardo

Two giants in the field of cartoon science. Clyde Crashcup and his lab assistant Leonardo,(last name unknown)

KAYLEE BUG

Monday, October 30, 2006

Happy Birthday to you,Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear sweet adoreable, cuter than a little speckled pup, Kaylee.Happy Birthday to you.

Im lovin' ya

Roger Dean

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

One of the coolest artist of our time.

Moon Tan

Sunday, October 15, 2006

All this kid needs is a couple of sandwiches and a week end at the tanning booth.

Las Vegas Temple

Friday, October 13, 2006

What a Beautiful Temple.

Save Our People

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Anyone who doesn't want to use animals for research ought to have to donate their Grandparents. It is true however, that the leading cause of death among labratory animals is research. Here kitty kitty.

Daniel Bonk

Friday, October 06, 2006

Daniel John, my #1 son. Keeping America safe from contusions, mumps, and paper cuts for Uncle Sugar in the Polar North. Air Force.

Beluga Bay

My youngest son Rory and me in Alaska, outside Anchorage. We got there just in time to see the annual migration of the witches tit.BRRRRR

Charter member of the Dick Cheney Gun Club

Irish Master

The Greatest Stratman Ever To Strike A Chord
Rory Gallagher R.I.P.

Gulletoid Mass

Dosen't this gullet and man boobs look like some Jim Henson inspired muppetoid creature? More pasta please.

Worlds Collide

Amish funeral. Once again we see that bad things happen to good people. May the Lord bless them in their trials and give them the ability to forgive the rat bastard who commited this unspeakable crime. At least he had the sense to snuff himself. God forgive me.

Monday, October 02, 2006

Here is another photo of my Mother.Shirley Lenora Buffington.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Rock & Roll was my life, but now it is my GOD and my wife.

For Eternity +3

DW

I LOVE YOU NOELLE. ALOT.

In Loving Memory of my dear MOTHER.


Gone but still with us. I will try to make you proud of me in all I do.

My Butt

Hello everyone and welcome to a view of my butt. Its a nice butt(or so I've been told) and has served me well, yes low all these years Not much has changed about it. Oh sure its gotten bigger, sprouted some hair and had some pimples on it ,but its my butt and I love it. Except when I have to go to the doctor, butt we won't go in to that. Pun sorta intended.Forgive me. My butt is still defective, it has a crack in it, butt I've learned to live with it.
Butts have been misunderstood or mislabeled for years. Like cigerette butt, or being the butt of a joke, or "He was a real Buttinski". There is also a butt weld and a butt joint (never smoke one of these).

Anyway its quite late. Thanx for reading my butt blog, butt I've gotta take my butt to bed. G'nite all.

KENISHOUS

Saturday, September 30, 2006

You pushed through the crowd, the most striking human in the room
To get a sticker that resists the rain,I was sure I'd known you before.

The hands of time and reflex brought it back, someone I loved was one who loved you more
Over time our paths crossed more often, I gave you food as you stood in the door.


I am my brothers keeper & damn sure you're my brother
I love your spirit and who you are, you help in ways that don't even know of
I'll always want to know where you are.



Loud confessions and reverent reflections, you touch all bases and call out to your maker
A testimony hidden inside a curse, days pass I learn the depths of your well


The deepest well my brother & damn sure you're my brother
I love your spirit and who you are, you help in ways that you are not aware of
I'll always want to know where you are.

Like Adam & Eve

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Raw materials,precious extractions in Death's crucible.Vicious descriptives and temporal references terrorize my sleep.Plodding along like I had more time. Like Adam & Eve expulsion is eminent. Wishing on stars that are as far away as the likelihood that those wishes will be granted. Are dogs barking or is someone at the door? Are you really dieing or just faking on the floor?

The Best Gift

Friday, August 25, 2006

Bending, bleeding in the heart of someones mother, I felt the deep proceedings in the scars of another. I really tried to do your daughter good enough, but the string only runs so far, selling your soul and all. Trying to blame but it just ain't workin' out. Devalued confidence, I whisper when I shout. Turmoil turned into scarecrows burried alive. But this tried and truest barrel only holds so much rain. A sallow countenance for the world to witness here. Drops to the floor, flooding, the only worthy tear. After hours begging, my knees drip rancid blood,awakening reminders of a self I thought was gone. Well,well, well is there a winner in this game? Or does it really matter when some things never change.
I saw you when I least wanted to. So much the worse for all the wear & tear. From protecter and mentor to live-in tormentor. Of course you had to go,Maslow's damn pyramid. Reduced to lowest terms by reciprocal demands.
Every man still wants to know where he stands. Now I know where I stand, on my own hind legs. The best gift you ever gave me was when you left me.

Set Me Free

With scapel like precision and the patience of a vulture,heads rolled, hearts were broken by well chosen words.
Thieves in the night,Banshees bay at searchlights. Unable to come in from the cold, the tie goes to the gunner.The unbearable din of female laughter crashes through my own personal gaurdrail. Sliding down the bannister into a firestorm. Cradled in the unclean hands of an indentured master. I sit in a circular pit fashioned of wrought iron and wanton flesh. Scattering stress fractured bones of friendless pets.Screaming at the night to let me be. Begging with the dark to set me free.

The Spectre

A blessing on your eyes, a stillness from the pain
All will be forgiven with the comming of the rain
The shallow pool of yesterday, soon it will be full
The Spectre in the corner is pearched upon a stool

The tale told once, one quiet night so very long ago
The truth of kings, lost not through time, lay covered up with snow
A cry for help, a need unmet has called Him to this place
Still huddled in the corner, the Spectre with no face

He was sent to hold you captive,or perhaps to gaurd your life
In one hand there's an olive branch, the other holds a knife
Once summoned by the ancients, through motives that were clear
Fade more obscure, with less import, with every passing year

As tears form in his reddened eyes, the Witness in your room
A cross between salvation and all impending doom
And though you should not fear Him, it just might be the case
For I am that silent image, the Spectre with no face

New & Different

Toiling away,Everyday, Silence it slices with nothing to say.
Crammed into space, most face to face. Take nothing with you when leaving this place.

Passive obsessive, don't say nothing.
New and different, something unknown.

Held to my word by something you heard, Heart beating fast like the wings of a bird.
Shadows that glow, swing to and fro, torn and tormented by all that you know.

Passive obsessive, don't say nothing.
New and different, something unknown.

Dragged from the crowed for thinking aloud, finding unwinding is slow in this shroud.
Blisters arise, burned by your eyes, bested by others who rule with their lies.

Passive obsessive, don't say nothing
New and different, something unknown.

Evil Seesaw

Scattered shabby memories cloud the inner eye.
A breathless hope against all time,crawl, crawl, fall.

Borrowed time and intrest due, settle up or get out
Disapproval bends the brow. What does the pool reflect?

The bottom seems to drop when you walk by, far too serious for a dreamer such as I.
Thrill of mortal fear rings in your ear,days of fallen plans cause you to erode.

Im on an Evil Seesaw in the playground that is my life
Dictate my mood, an interlude, up,down, up.

Finding no escape the Wheel of Fate spins ever on.
Thirsting for an answer between madness and the dawn.

Lament

Thursday, August 24, 2006

You raise your glass and lower your brow, and tell me that I don't know how
to gain all that I aspire to.

You raise your glass and make a toast, to all the things that you hate most
and come to in the morning with the demons.

With unpaid dues and lame reviews you school me on the latest news
and point out all the social implications.

I see your need and feel your greed groping about the room
for a semi-friendly ear that you can bend on.

If I recall your early life you strived to be a rich mans wife,
a life so far and free from strife, but too bad.

He left a nasty scar on you, you leave a lasting scar on me
so far from the reality we'd dreamt of.

Who sent you anyway

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

I tear the picture from the wall, and throw it halfway down the hall
And kick and scream and curse at God, Im not myself, I feel quite odd
On a tempest bed I hear your voice, and wish back then I had a choice
But in stepped fate whose fickle hand has scattered hopes and dreams across the land


These madmen who approach me
Who has sent them, they seem to know me
They read my mind like an open book
and steal my secrets with just one look



And then there came another day,I don't know when I lost my way
A man was preaching Anti-Christ, he tried to sway me with all his might
As he slithered back from whence he came I was glad he never spoke his name
With his crown of thorns and can of beer, I wondered who had sent him here

NO RESOLVE

Writing in a dead mans diary, with a celtic knot in my throat. Twice death, the pain of the lonliest souls.
The barred windows forbid unwelcome entrance into the shrine, Temple of the Left Behind.
Too weak to make the journey, the sojourn to Nirvana. The catatonic drift, my leaden arms won't move. I hear but cannot answer to your call.
Yet I try, I will, if only in my mind.
I wrestle in a conflict that has no resolve, no resolve.`

Silver Tongues

Silver tongues, soft words and an eye on the door. Uncoordinated efforts fall short of the mark. I hear good sounds, it all sounds too good to be true, is it?

There is much to be done given the time frame. A pale remnant of what it once was. Burdended by the words they used to bring this madness. None feel sorry for them that turned the cards. A deep dark death will be their lot.

They will be the lucky ones......

Them that die.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Die a thousand deaths, but don't go to hell with those scars.

Evil cannot be conquered in this world. It must be resisted from within.

Not my friends

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Devils and Deities they dance upon my grave
Stamping down the soil of my silent sleep
They clammer for posistion to tread their heavy steps
Their fasting summons the spirit workers
A shaman distorts the choice I've made
With disdain and an indifferent faceless gaze


Rehearse the Art of War, for Arts sake alone
A brazen reminder of why I injure myself delibrately
They are not my friends,but they claim to be my allies.

the first blog

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

This is the first blog by me.