This is Jesus, Kent.

This being my maiden blog on this given web space, I shall try to keep it short and to the point. Having said that, those whom have read my previous posts elsewhere know that my literary adventures often wind up being a veritable odyssey, so I'm giving no promises.

At the present time, I have quite a bit of spare time on my hands. Being between semesters here in the Great White North, not even my rock steady job as head bouncer at the local slut factory can fight the whims of the holiday hiatus. These are the physical constraints of a college town, which sucks for my wallet, but affords me all sorts of down time. It's been a little over 2 months since I quit as a custodian at the University of Idaho. It's a good thing I have a sugar momma and another job, let's just say that I'm not too keen on holding 2 jobs at a time any more. I would not have minded it so much, had either of the jobs actually paid enough to make a dent in our sizable debt. In any case, I was at my wits end taking orders from supervisors who spent more time listening to Dire Straits and the Steve Miller Band, trying to figure out crossword puzzles, and wondering why they just couldn't seem to figure out sudoku than get off their asses and work. It seemed every day that when we came to work that they told us we were soooo behind schedule, so we really gotta kick it in the ass or else...we might have to do the same fucking thing tomorrow! Pardon my sarcasm, but it's hard to listen to some bottom of the barrell chimpanzees telling a room full of people smarter than them this shit while they sit and search amazon for the download that mey just complete their fag jams collection while simultaneously searching ebay for a flux capacitor, since the 80's were the last time those tards got laid. Yeah, I had to quit.

Long in short, I've got some free time. I have had time enough to pull the sketchbook out, time enough to register to get back into school, time enough to start exercising again, time enough to play with my kids and pay attention to me wife. Lots of good time. Now, I know that it will not always be like this, so I'm going to soak it up while I can. Been cooking like a mofo, which one would think should have pack another winter layer on this badass grizzly, however, my daily rituals of "perfect pushups" and dumbbell squats have staved off the bodacious effects of my lethal Hom Bao and refried beans combo.

Another good side effect as of late has been my reacquaintance with my television. I love it dearly. Having just finished watching "Real Genius" while cooking beans and blogging at the same time, I will not defend my actions that are highly indicative of my A.D.D., suffice to say that as the movie just ended, I search the channels for other viewing pleasures and come across Thunderheart on AMC. Nice! A further search reveals Die Hard with a vengeance on TBS. Holy Shit! Are Val Kilmer and Graham Greene out to manipulate my day?!?! Am I going to have to run out and rent Top Secret and Dances With Wolves? Fantastic. Who can argue the colossal inspiration behind the performances of these two powerhouses?

Knowing me, I do have a favorite channel at this time, and that channel is G4. This last friday, I was enraptured as I looked at their lineup for the first friday I've had off in over 3 months. There was a Tron and Batman sandwich. How can I handle all of this on a friday? I'm so used to needing my tough-guy act and cussing out underage girls who try to get into the bar, I never have a chance to get this nerdy! Jack Nicholson versus the MCP goddammit! Holy Jesus...Inspired! I pull out my sketchbook and hop on the net planning to write a sequel to Tron...What the hell, ya know? If any movie needs a sequel right now, it's Tron. The Batman franchise has had it's chances, but really? 25 plus years and no new Tron?! utter sacrelig. Hokayyy... IMDB...a little prelim sketch... Bridges and Boxleitner...mm hmm... this is gonna be awesome...all right... wait a min, WHAT THE FUCK?? SON OF A BITCH!!! Amongst my reveling, as my mind flies freely and oozes ideas of new rolds, it hits a very hard wall much like a sparrow whacks a picture window before curling up it's little legs and sputtering forth the dying breath. TR2N. A sequel in the makes. Even a pirated preview recorded by some bastard fanboy at ComiCon. Yes, there's the lightcycle sequence and then...oh no...uproarious applause from the gaggle of nerds as we see the aged face of Jeff Bridges overlooking a computer screen. I rewind it a bit...ahhh yes, the sound of dorks creaming their twinkies. Crushed hopes, yes. But undeniably, excited to know that there will be a sequel to this very worthy film, in an age that can technologically interpret this story beautifully. Once again inspired, I head to my room to pull out the Namco Museum plug n' play, for I have enemies waiting to be destroyed via my lightning thumb in Galaxian. Alas, a new pair of underwear as well, for in all the excitement, my pants hath become a jizz target for my inner nerd. There ain't no word in Sioux for goodbye.- D.S.