And so, here I am in front of the laptop screen to once again hand out pearls of wisdom to some, a pearl necklace to others...heheeh. Yes it is I, your paragon of the information superhighway. While puffin' on a Marlboro, I decided that life for me is actually lookin' up and I must share my musings with friends, strangers, and the morbidly curious at large. My baby bitch and I are going to rent a house together here in scenic Plymouth, IN. Big step for your paragon since I've never had this particular responsibility before. Hell, who am I bullshittin'! I've never had very many responsibilities before, but all things must come to an end I'm told so here I am. I'm confident that for the first time in my life, I can move into this stage of adulthood with poise and my particular style of doing things. More importantly, my ladyfriend has confidence in me as well and that's refreshing. I'm not used to that, seeing as how I've never tried to earn confidence before, even though I've craved all my life. Sure, I'm a fair-to-middling actor, a karoke god, and a fair hand at 2-D fighting games, but in the long run, confidence in my ability to be a provider is much more important to me and she has it. I've kept the same job for awhile, even though it's not what I want in my life. It's a stepping stone to the future and as long as I remember that, I stay sane...at least as sane as I can be. And I have a sweet van...I really do. That's not all my good shite though. I've lost a grand total of 39 lbs. in the last 3 months so I'm only marginally obese, which means I can see my weenis for the first time in my life. That's a big plus. I have a couple of projects on the burner to keep my mind occupied. I'm concieving a new chapter in the DragonBall saga for those of you who follow anime. More details later. I'm also wanting to start my own podcast which will definetly be interesting since I'm a fuckin' dork. For all my old Theater Freaks, I'm listening to showtunes again. It's giving me an itch to come out of retirement and get onstage again if I can find the time. I feel it would be very theraputic for me as I think it's been missing from my life for far too long. Not the old My Fair Lady-Music Man b.s. though. I'm listening to shit that no one has the balls to put on around here like Evil Dead: The Musical, South Park:Bigger, Longer, and Uncut, and one of my new favorites, Spamalot! Funny shit. Of course, Rocky Horror and Little Shop are still in my listen list as is Sweeny Todd(Lokking forward to the big screen debut of that). Just finding myself again, I guess. Only this time a little older, a little wiser, slightly less cocky, and a whole lot cuter. Well, time to wash my ass. Later days, folks!

                  Rocky out like a blown lightbulb

Hey all.

    First off, I wanna apologize for not being on lately. I've been keeping myself entertained with other things, so I've neglected my..er...space. Hello to all and rivers of lust to all the women-folk. I'll contact you all individually eventually. On to the matter at hand...

    As you may or may not know, pro wrestler Chris Benoit is suspected of murdering his wife Nancy(Woman in the biz) and his 7-year old son Daniel then killing himself. I say suspected because nothing is official yet(autopsy or toxicology) but it's the general consencus that he indeed murdered them. Being a wrestling fan all my life as some of you know, I respect and admire pro wrestlers. I'm not sure where I'm gonna go with this, but bear with me. I started watching Benoit when he was in ECW, a now-defunct wrestling league(I don't count WWE's bastardization). He was, in short, phenominal. He had a ring style that, while brutal, was a beauty to watch. I followed him to WCW and was pissed that he never got his proper due until it was too late.

    When he came to WWE, he began to show the wrestling world at large why he was the "best damn technical wrestler in the world." He, along with another man who passed before his time Eddie Guerrero, finally became a World Champion. He was an invaluable teacher to the greenies in WWE and was a benchmark to all wrestlers who want to ply their trade to the masses. Now, he's dead, an apperant suicide with two other deaths attributed to him. One, his wife and the other, his 7-year old son. Like any other fan of the true sweet science, I'm in a state of shock and confusion. Benoit was one of my favorites of all time and I'm hurt by the apperant situation.

    Then, I watched a video on YouTube(Benoit: What Non-fans don't understand, I believe) that hit the nail on the head. Check it out. Then, I read the comments of a lot of people after and began to get angry. So, here's a paragraph for all you non-fans who are quick to jump on the hater bandwagon....

   Fuck you. Fuck you and anyone who thinks like you. Fuck everyone associated with you, you hypocritical pieces of shit! So quick to make judgements on wrestlers and fans because of one freak occurance. Everything's not even out in the open yet and you fuckin' lunatics are out there throwing your two-cents worth in like you know what the fuck's going on! "Steroids!  It had to be the steroids! All those oily freaks are on them  and they deserve what happens!"  FUCK YOU  PEOPLE!!  Are drugs and/or steroids a problem in wrestling?  I think yes, but that's another disscussion. You fuckin' turds are taking a bonefide tragedy and turning into a Goddamn witch-hunt against pro wrestling! I've had the absolute honor and privledge to be a part of this business and I've met all sorts of people, some pricks, some idiots, a lot of good friends and a whole lot of fun. You fucking marks and that's what you are, marks have no clue what wrestlers go through to put food on their table and to entertain people who come to see. You sons-of-bitches don't get it and you won't because it's to low-brow for you. You, the exact same fuckin' people who glorified OJ's shit, elected a fucking moron into the presidency, and support a war that's only good for getting our own fuckin' people killed! But we're the psychos and barbarians! I don't condone murder, especially the murder of a 7-year old, but the simple fact is no one knows the whys and wherefores and no one should judge, especially psuedo-moralistic cock-suckers like you! In closing, I'd like to say that I'm not addressing the general public. You know who you fuckin' people are! Also, a lot of people, even those in the know may not agree with me and that's fine. We all have the rights to our opinions. I'm just expressing mine. My condolonses to the entire Benoit family for this senseless tragedy. One final note, to Chris Benoit. If this proves to be your doing, then damn you for putting all of us through this. But, by God, I'll still remember you as one of the best ever in the squared circle because you were....murderer or not.

RIP Chris, Daniel, Nancy

                                                          Rocky out.

Hey kiddies!!!!

       Just an update....I am employed once again(huzzah!!) I'm a shift manager at the Pilot Subway in Plymouth where the old truck stop used to be. If I keep up the job I'm doing, I'll be moving up the food chain with a quickness!!! HA! Food chain, get it???

     Anyhoo, I've made some additions to my profile page. I've added some video content and took away some of that quiz shit. The videos are the di-mega, so check them out. Luigi and Mario is fuckin' hilarious as is the video with the Thundercats and other old-school cartoon guys. My geek buddies will dig that. The other 2 vids are a representation of possibly my greatest love besides my Bran-Flake....balls-out horror, bizuatches!! Video one is a tribute to THE top slasher characters of all time: Leatherface from TCM, Michael Myers(or The Shade for those in the know) from Halloween, Pinhead from Hellraiser, Freddy from Nightmare on Elm St., and my fav-or-ite Jason fuckin' Voorhees from Friday the 13th. Vid 2 is a comp of the coolest genre in horror in my not-so-humble opinion...zombies. It's a collection of different zombie movies to the tune of some creepy death metal. A warning though...if you're squeamish or can't stand the sight of blood and guts, don't watch it. It's pretty graphic and I don't want anyone puking, shitting, and/or pissing themselves and complaining to me about it. I get enough hate-mail as it is. eheheheheh...

       So check 'em out and enjoy. By the by, since there are so many vids on my profile, it may take awhile to load if your computer is slow, but they are worth it. So, until next time, this your paragon saying...

                Rocky out like Janet Jackson's titty

Hello crazy bastards!

    It is I, your paragon(look it up people), here to once more let you in on da shizzit. I'm a little happier, but not in a better place...at least not yet. First, some review...

1.) Bran's crunkin(seizures)have stopped. Right on!!!

2.) I left McD's for a better job. Right on part 2!!!

3.) The "better" job turned out to be a fuckin' nightmare and I was asked to leave because my fat ass couldn't walk on moving rollers and I couldn't speak Mexican...fuuuuuck.

4.) Bears. Colts. Super Bowl 41. Colts won. Dolphins weren't there. Could give 2 shits.

and finally 5.) I have a new job probability on the horizon but no details until I get it and actually get to work instead of doing a fuckin' Mexico City circus act!!!!!!

      Ahh, much better. I'll try to blog more 2-morrow because I'm playing NCAA Football '07 on PS2 and I must take a righteous piss. So, ciao....MUTHA-FACKOOS!!

                                 Rocky out like Anna Nicole

   Well, it's 4:20 (convienent)and I've decided to finally blog to all my Rockoholics out there. I've never been a big computer person and I've tried to start a blog a million goddamn times and it erased on me, so I haven't gotten around to it. However, since it's a new year and my life is a fuckin' soap opera anyways, I might as well share.

   At this moment in my life, I figured that I'd be riding high in some performance field, making money hand over fist, and entertaining the hell out of folks like I felt I was destined to do. Unfortunetly, like most people I know, it didn't work out like that at all. As my life stands at this moment, I'm once again employed at Mc-fucking-Donald's(shout out to "Bigg Dogg" Nitcher)waiting for something better to call, my car took a massive shit and I sold it to the junkyard for $75, my girlfriend has unfortunetly relapsed with her epilepsy, and we're getting ready to move in with her parents until we can save enough money to get a house and me a car that actually runs. Not exactly a picture-perfect situation for our paragon. On what some would consider the plus side, however, I'm dope-free now for almost 9 months and have curbed my drinking down by almost 100% if that's a good thing. On a side note, I'm happy about the drinking, but I sure miss smokin' a hoot once in awhile. I also have complete faith in my Brandy that she's gonna beat this simply because she's the strongest fuckin' chick I've ever known. Epilepsy dosen't stand a chance, son! I am worried about myself, though. I've never had what you may call motivation nor have I been the luckiest person I know. I'm looking at my life at 30 years and am ashamed of what I've done with it. I know, it's never too late to change it. I have all the ideas in the world, but unless I can focus or at least get a door to open, I'm kinda fucked. I usedv to have a clear vision of what my future would hold and how I'd accomplish it. Now, my vision is as cloudy as a car with me, Wolford, and Richie in it in '96.(Dick-fuckin'-smackius) Sorry, private moment. Sorry if I brought anyone down or pissed anyone off, but the truth is a lot easier to deal with than a "I'm okay and life's a fuckin' party" blog. I'll be popping in from time to time to update or shhot the shit with you all. In the meantime, this is Rocky....and I'm out like the Titanic!