December 1st, 2008 - Yeah, that's right. It's not only the start of the last month of the year, but it is the first month of X-mas. And Festivas. And Hanukkah. Sorry, I had to look that last one up. Sorry this one was so short. K bye.

November 28th, 2008 - One or two days after Thanksgiving, I can't remember. Third day of wearing a shirt that I've barely ever worn before.
I'm planning to switch out this crappy pop-up ridden host to one that will allow me to have my own domain name for about nine dollars a year. A year. Like, seriously. That's one of the best deals I've heard in this, the month of great deals. I guess I've been forgotten by the current crisis. Strange luck for me. Something else, I can't seem to keep much other than my shelf straight. All the knowlege in my brain is being concetrated toward films and actors. And with my incedible luck, I'll get some career in teaching, or something. At the very least, my dream job is one at a video rental store. At the most, I'm an actor/director.

November 26th, 2008 - Woah, the 22nd? That was the last time? I guess I was just too busy.
Yesterday, I had some free time, and thrift store, a dollar, some time, and an idea, so I went into the thrift store with my dollar, and spent it on five VHS tapes. It's amazing. Even with the limited selection of tapes, I see that as a great deal. I purchased Mystery Science Theather 3000: the Movie, Pet Sematary, Prom Night, Scream, and Silence of the Lambs for 20 cents each. One of the most exciting things for me was to see some new videos on my amazing shelves. I'm weird like that.

November 22nd, 2008 - I haven't written one in a long time just because I didn't feel like it. But, you know what's strange? On the days that I actually do write something, there's never anything to write about because I just got up.
The other day, I watched most of Kill Bill and all of a Frank Henelotter film (Basket Case director) called Brain Damage. Kill Bill is simply amazing so far, and Brain Damage was unintentionally hilarious. I might need to update my list in a couple years.
Some future entries might be as short or shorter than this one because I don't have much to say anymore.

November 17th, 2008 - Almost didn't do one, today, but while I'm procrastinating, I might as well. I'm compiling a list of my top 25 favorite horror movies, and here they are:
1. Basket Case (1982)
2. The Exorcist (1973)
3. The Evil Dead (1981)
4. The Fly (1986)
5. H.P. Lovecraft's Re-Animator (1985)
6. Friday the 13th (1980)
7. Christine (1983)
8. Day of the Dead (1985)
9. Psycho (1960)
10. The Sixth Sense (1999)
11. Wes Craven's New Nightmare (1994)
12. The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974)
13. The Thing (1982)
14. The Shining (1980)
15. 28 Weeks Later... (2007)
16. Scream (1996)
17. Halloween (1978)
18. Blair Witch Project (1999)
19. The Innocents (1961)
20. Bride of Chucky (1998)
21. Pet Sematary (1989)
22. The Serpent and the Rainbow (1988)
23. A Bucket of Blood (1959)
24. The Abominable Dr. Phibes (1971)
25. The Haunting (1963)

November 15th, 2008 - Giuseppe says: I need a shower. Giuseppe says: Will you bathe me? Tom Nematoad says: ok Tom Nematoad says: SPONGE BATH TIME Giuseppe says: : ) Tom Nematoad says: git in the tub. Tom Nematoad says: NOW Tom Nematoad says: It's got hot-ish water, so it doesn't scold your skin Giuseppe says: Hang on, I need to adjust. Tom Nematoad says: ok Giuseppe says: K done. Tom Nematoad says: good Tom Nematoad says: Now, lift yer am up Giuseppe says: K Tom Nematoad says: *scrubs armpit* Giuseppe says: Lol, tickles. Tom Nematoad says: THERE! Tom Nematoad says: Other arm please Giuseppe says: K Tom Nematoad says: *scrubs other arm pit* Giuseppe says: That time it kind of itched, too. Tom Nematoad says: well, there was fungus in there Giuseppe says: Oh. Tom Nematoad says: yeah Giuseppe says: Probably killed it a little. Tom Nematoad says: yeah Giuseppe says: 'Spose you'll scrub my back, now. Tom Nematoad says: I will! Tom Nematoad says: *Scrubs back* Tom Nematoad says: Geez, ever thought of waxing? Giuseppe says: Yeah, it's a little hairy. Giuseppe says: And the little caverns the insects made aren't too attractive. Tom Nematoad says: Well, at least they're bees Giuseppe says: Yeah. Tom Nematoad says: you could've had European wasps if you wen't careful Giuseppe says: Oh, man. Giuseppe says: Hadn't even thought of that. Tom Nematoad says: Well, yeah. nobody really thinks about it Tom Nematoad says: but, just consider yourself lucky Giuseppe says: I do. Giuseppe says: My feet are tickleish. Tom Nematoad says: ah Tom Nematoad says: well, better scrub em now Giuseppe says: Hee hee. Tom Nematoad says: *Scrub feet Tom Nematoad says: THERE Tom Nematoad says: clean like a china doll Giuseppe says: Thanks. Tom Nematoad says: no probs

November 13th, 2008 - Um... I forgot what I was going to say, but there was a lot of it. Oh yeah. My crazy dream.
I'm being arrested. Who knows why. I just am. I notice I don't have my iPod. I say, can I go home and get it. They say, "sure." I ask the "officer", how many thing can I bring? 16. Okay, so I run home, and somehow there's two other people running near me. Another thing. Giant dogs are strewn throughout the neighborhood. (Not my neighborhood, anyway.) There's all kinds. Big robot type deal, one that seems to be made of fire, one normal one that just seems to be giant. Okay, next I see myself, I'm huddled over my iPod, several types of headphones, a USB connector, and some other objects I'm forgetting. Some more crap obviously happens. Next thing I know, I'm in a large, sterile, futuristic hallway with objects lining the floor. Everything is covered with a sort of blurry glow. I mess with this crap for a while, and after a while, it turned into some Katamari Domacy type deal with a giant plastic beach ball. Yeah, then that's over. After this occurs, I arrive in a room that's dark, diamond shaped, and illuminated by a large pillar of a glass tube filled with water and lighted from maybe the top and the bottom. All over the ground is a bunch small fish tanks which would usually hold small lizards in a pet store, but are now full of water and occupied by a single fish each. And I seem to remember one slightly larger container off to the side. I walk over to the pointed side of the room, and sit at a futuristic leather couch next to someone Iknow, and someone else sits off to the side in a solitary modern wooden chair. Behind me, and to theright is some sort of machine that would usually show probably a kind of presentatin on the human heart. Although I'm sitting sideways with my leg tucked under, like how I usually sit on a chair. We talk about something, with my jacket on the back of the couch, and suddenly the room gets darker. Some sort of ominous-deep-voiced announcement can be heard over invisible loudspeakers backed by a droning, slow alarm. We are told to exit the building because of some sort of accident, and because of animatronic difficulties (Whatever, ask my subconcious.) all exits are internal. As we file out of the automatic glass planel door of the diamond room, tripping on fish tanks in the dark, I wake up to get ready. The dream stuck with me all morning. The car ride was silent.

November 10th, 2008 - I haven't updated in very long, mainly because I didn't want to. Well not so much that, as I didn't feel like it. That, and I have nothing to write about that I can remember.
What I have done, however, is seen the last two Nightmare on Elm Street movies lately, and I can honestly say that they were better than... um... I guess the second one, and the fourth and the fifth ones, although some of those had some pretty likeable characters. In the Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare, which is the sixth one, (I think.) It seemed as though Freddy was having much more fun with the murders, and the storyline was pulled together quite well. Aside from some of the acting, and some terrible scripting, it was a decent movie. Oh, I forgot the 3-D sequence. My experience with this was less than realistic. I'm probably doing it wrong, but it just looked red. Maybe my hair was covering my eye without me noticing. Overall, my RottenTomatoes rating for it was 8.6 I think. I'll check what I gave it later.
As for the last one to date, Wes Craven's New Nightmare, the plot was very interesting, and it was more than it thought it would be overall, and I could kind of tell Wes Craven was trying to end the series for good. He did so by entirely destroying the fourth wall. I'm going to try not to give away any spoilers, but it'll be hard. What happened was that Freddy is real. They make the impression that he's real by referencing the other movies, having people talk about them, and showing lots of Freddy merchandise. It works rather well, and even though you don't see Freddy until near the end of the movie, you kind of don't want to.
The movie also has appearances from Heather Langenkamp, Robert Englund, and the person who played Nancy's father in the original movie. It's interesting to keep the actor's names the same because it adds another dimension of reality. On RottenTomatoes, I gave it 8.9. That's quite a bit more than I gave to Troll II, which barely deserves to be called a movie. The acting, (The first thing you notice.) which is reminiscent of a high school play, might make you vomit within the first several minutes. Aside from, but not too far in importance from, the acting was the dialogue. The script was ridiculous from beginning to end, and had the overall film had absolutely nothing to do with the original. I'll leave you to evaluate it for yourself from there, if you really want to watch it. I gave it a 0.2. That's how bad it was.

November 7th, 2008 - Oh, I forgot to mention that the president will be black soon. Oh boy. I drew some crap the other day that I'm kinda impressed of. There was this one guy with a toe for a head, complete with a toenail. His forehead was rather large accomidate the toenail. Another thing I drew can't be described very well without the person seeing it for themselves. It's kind of like a baby, though. And the the third thing is a Burton-eqse skeleton. It's not too impressive, but I'd be surprised that I drew it.
On the Halloween II side of things, I'm watching Halloween II. That Michael Myers... For those of you that don't know, he has nothing to do with Mike Myers. Anyway, there's more boobs in here than I expected, although there's more death than boobs. He writes something on a chalkboard in blood. Dude. Write in chalk. That's what it's for.
If I had the opportunity to act, I'm not sure I'd be too good at it. I mean, I'd have to preten-- STAB STAB STAB (sorry) I'd have to pretend that I was doing something that I'm actually not, in which case it would be difficult for me to keep a straight face. Speaking of faces, Jaime Lee Curtis has a TALL head. I'm not saying she isn't attractive, just tall headed.

November 6th, 2008 - Now it's actually today. Not much happened, either. I didn't DO anything. I think I should post a drawing or something this time. I guess just to advertise my art or store. Hang on while I find something that'll fit.

Yeah. That didn't fit, but now that I've widened the scroll box dealie it looks better somehow. (For those of you who haven't been here before, it used to be smaller.) I like how I write this as though someone's gonna read it, like, ever. I might as well be talking to myself, but sometimes it's fun to pretend. That reminds me of Family Guy. God, I haven't seen that show since I thought it was funny. That was a while ago. Are there new episodes or what? Whatever, I'm too lazy to look it up. Anyway...(lol, Fred Stoller.)
The whole idea of putting up a picture to advertise my art is a bit pointless, seeing as I'm probably going to end up just putting this into a link from a Deviant Art journal. Speaking of dA, there's a lot of crap on there. I'm not helping too much with mine, either. I barely update anyway. I might put art one here that I don't have on dA just to get people to look at it or something. That sounds so depressing. Damn you, Marilyn Manson, you're not helping.
Side note: I don't care much for sports, so when I'm around people who are very interested in or emotional about sports, it's kind of awkward. I don't seem to get along well with those kind of people too often, either. Maybe once and a while. Is it once in or and a while? It seems like it could be either, but it's the same for other things as well. Stupid grammar. People who aren't good at it annoy me, but I'm not the best, either. At least I try. But whatever. People need to go to school, I guess.

November 5th, 2008 - I am writing this in the future. I was "too busy" yesterday to actually write this one, so I'm writing it now. Don't tell anyone. This is the "5th". I forgot what happened "today". Whatever. I give up, now.

November 4th, 2008 - I waited a while to write this one, for some reason. Maybe because I was watching Troll and listening to Nine Inch Nails. Man, I love Trent Reznor... Anyway, from what I've seen of Troll, I can tell there's nothing very special about it. Except for a special appearance of someone you might recognize from Seinfeld (and Sonny Bono) there's nobody really important in it. Here's something you might not know about it, though: The main character's name is Harry Potter. And this movie was made in the eighties. Yeah. Take that.
Man, I'm not really sure what to write here. I guess when writer's block takes over, it becomes the only thing you can think to write about. There are severall M&M's on the desk infront of me that I haven't bothered to throw away, but I did care enough to pick up. Maybe I just didn't want a cat to eat one of them. Dang, it seems like cats are automatically associated with the word lonely. At least in my mind. Although that's strange, because I don't live by myself... I'd probably rather have, like, a crab or something. Something that lives by the water, like a turtle or a lizard that I could keep in a cage until I'm alone and confident enough that I won't step on it to let it roam free. That'd be nice. I just imagine a small (Maybe a foot wide.) crab climbing a veritable hill of dirty clothes to meet a turtle at the summit to greet it with a victorious raise of the claw. I personally just want to see that. Maybe later. I need time and money, and I also need some form of responsiblity. As of now, I've got $18, twenty british pounds, and a small salsa jar converted into a change receptical on the television stand next to the slightly raised bed in my room that has... maybe 5 pounds in it. I could get a job, but I've got a good reason. I'm lazy. It's pretty bad. I barely shower on the weekends. That's how far it's gotten. I'd much rather sleep than get up, take a shower, then go back to bed. It just adds to the monoty, I guess. And using the bathroom is annoying job to have to do every half hour, so I usually wait until it's urgent.
My other lazy friend has a job at Subway, but I guess he's just not as lazy as me, because he's earning money. I'd hate to be a mooch. I need to get a hob eventually, though. Or, like, be famous. But that doesn't happen, odds say. Although I'd rather be Bruce Campbell famous. As in, the people who do know who I am love me. That'd be nice. And I've have a better chance at that. Not necessarily easy, but easier in some aspects.
Election day tomorrow. I'm not watching anything about it. I want the suspence to end tomorrow when I hear someone say who won. I think that's better. To me at least.

November 3rd, 2008 - ...Okay. Here we go. I was going to write something here. Probably something about the four albums I got on saturday. Yeah, maybe. But then again it might have been how I'm jealous of Chuck Palahniuk's writing style, or the condition of my "love life", or whatever you call this. Or maybe I would review the fifth A Nightmare on Elm Street.
But for now, I'll just say whatever I feel like. So, get ready. I've raised the question to myself; If I cut open my arm from the inside of the elbow to the wrist, and pulled on the tendons, would it make the fingers move? With the logic, I can see it being possible. I mean, the tendons are the main reasons anything moves. And if you move them yourself, it might actually be ironic. Like saying, you're not doing a good enough job, brain.
I feel like I'm not doing a good enough job, lately. My mood change in these entries might reflect that. Thenagain, it might not. I see myself as having a kind of faceless writing style where the emotions are covered with big words and choppy sentences. But I don't know, others might enjoy my style. It might improve.
Okay, here's a thing I just witnessed that is entirely pissing me off. Every couple days, my internet messes up, and when I open a new page, the entire thing closes down, (It kind of collapses.) and brings up a brand new fresh page out of the ashes as a kind of twisted apologetic gift. As though it's saying, "I ruined your internet experience for a while, the least I can do is to give you another chance, here." Now this pisses me off for a couple reasons. Mainly: I'm freakin' doin' something. And another thing: I'm going to forget what I was doing. It comes up with a beautiful little message that says some crap about the internet not working. Whatever. At least it's not very frequent. Anyone who knows about this, please tell me.

November 2rd, 2008 - I think I just got dumped. Wow...

November 1st, 2008 - I decided that around one try at making a banner advertising my store, I'd have to get someone else to do it unless I wanted it to look like crap. So here's the deal. There's going to be a contest. You make a banner advertising the store. The banner has to be 450 pixels wide, and 150 pixels tall. It also has to advertise the store, Bweet fairly well enough. The winner gets their creation displayed somewhere on this website. If you're lucky, I might also put up some of the weaker ones. Good luck, anyway.
After thinking about it for about seven years, I've realized that people are dumb. Like, real dumb. I'm talking, like five brain cells. This is a problem. It's also hilarious. Although, most of the time it's sad. I'm talking about these people on youtube - well pretty much more than half the people on youtube are guilty - who click on videos, and ask questions that have been answered in the information on the right side. Maybe I'm the only one, but the first thing I do whe I get to a video is click more information. It usually helps. Another thing is the people who complain to the Flying Spaghetti Monster people. I mean, wow.
You people can always tell me if you find a spelling or grammar error in my blog. You know what? I kind of hate saying blog. It sounds a bit annoying. From now on, I'll probably just refer to it as my online journal, or website.

Halloween, 2008 - I woke up today around 1PM. Nothing much I can do about my costume, now. All I have is a monocle. I thought about getting one of those Freddy Krueger gloves, and putting the monocle up to my eye claiming to be Lord Fredrick Krueger the third. Or maybe the sixteenth. Whatever. I'm not all messed up because burn scars aren't hereditary. I have had a hard life, though. My great grandpa Freddy Krueger messed up my chances at a normal life with the family name. Now I can't get any good jobs, and I decided to turn to killing anyway. Even though it destroys any possibilities of future generations having normal lives, but it's the only thing that I feel lets me fit in with anything. That's my costume's backstory. Thank you.
Anyway... Even though I only been up for about two hours, my stomach is apropriately filled with candy. I haven't even collected any yet. It's just the pre-halloween candy. Just to get my stomach to adjust. Although, when the zombies attack, it leaves me a little exposed. I need to find a weapon. Like a stop-sign.
I'm actually hungry for some food right now. Like... something greasy. My X-mas list is already prepared. This year, I don't have much but CD's. About 50 CD's occupy the list, and I'm going to need to shorten it, and put it into order of the ones I'm going to want the most. If I'm going to get anything, I'm going to have to shave it down a bit. Maybe just, like twenty or so. Even those are going to have to just be suggestions. In the end, I'll be lucky to get 1/5 of my list.
I hope the rest of the day goes well. Sorry about the boring entry.

October 30th, 2008 - I was thinking about writing a list of people I know who are easiest to least easy to talk to. I've noticed a pattern. The majority of people that wear "ugg boots" are the same people who are the hardest to talk to. It's not yet a steriotype, because the same people that wear them are also at the other end of the spectrum. But mainly the people who wear them are cheerleader-types. Then-again, that isn't a steriotype, either. Some of those people are nice. In fact, some of those people are the easiest to talk to.
On the subject of groups, I've noticed that Christians can be condescending. "I'll pray for you." That's a common response when they find out about an atheist. For some reason, it just seems a bit condescending to me. It's like, "Oh, I pity you."... But whatever. I don't care. I usually ignore it when people talk about that kind of thing. (Religion.) On the subject of religion, in the vein of the Flying Spaghetti Moster, and the Church of the Subgenius, I've decided to "worhip" santa. It's not serious. I'm just messin'. I made a poster that looked like this:

I shared the poster with a few people, and gained some "worshippers". For communion, we break cookies, and drink the milk of santa to gain his X-mas cheer. Merry X-mas. Anyone who wishes to join can contact me at the above links.

October 29th, 2008 - 29 4 Clear. put a bullet thru my head. found my hair stuck to the wall with brain fluid and blood. had to clean up.

October 28th, 2008 - Watching more of Zombie Lake, today. Last time we stopped, there was all kinds of shirtless making out. As we continue, this doesn't seem to slow down for at least.. say fifteen minutes. I'm not sure what this says about the French, but they seem to like boobs. After... quite a while, it cuts away to some war goings-on, some guys getting shot, and general running around in a woodland setting. After one guy gets shot in the head, some other guy sees fit to take his boots and gun, then orders someone to throw him in the lake. Possibly the origion of the lake zombie, but not of the zombie lake. With birds singing in the background, one or two men toss some corpses front-side up into the lake, which float for quite a while.
Now we remember that most of this has been a story, and you have to wonder... was the guy just telling this reporter for fifteen minutes about those people making out? Anyway... from then on, the movie is pretty much predictable. (Exept for one scene with a female basketball team swimming naked in the zombie lake, accompanied by some cheerful background singing.)
Anyway, I'm not here solely to talk about movies, but I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be talking about otherwise...

October 27th, 2008 - Nothing much. Mainly crap. On the other hand, I saw the beginning of the French zombie film, Zombie Lake today. To say the least, there were some boobs. You can expect some boobs in like, the first ten minutes. They don't even wait. Other than that, the effects are... not good. The neck wounds from the zombie (So far, more boobs than zombies.) look like there was never even a wound, and the actor portraying the zombie's tongue was bleeding. I couldn't even tell when the person had died.
And I finished watching the Return of Dr. Phibes. (Still a bit confused as to how he retuned, though...)