I know. I know. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking: “What’s the dealy-O?!?!? Where’s all the delicious new content that I’ve become so custom to seeing from my friendly neighborhood jman?”
Well…the answer to that question lies in: the Newsbox. We’ve moved all the pop culture content and gave it it’s own address: the-newsbox.com. We’ve got all kinds of crazy shit going on over there. New podcasts, new YouTube shows, plenty of news and so much commentary, well…it’ll probably make you a lil sick to your tummy.
So what of yfnjman? Well…here’s hoping the big guy upstairs grants me some time to once again regale you with more personal stories about raising four kids. Cause Lord knows, I’ve got ’em. Stories, that is. And kids, too.
Check back often. But, not that often.
Love always…and in all ways.
Back in 1978, before the internets and cellphones and fanboy rage, the world was a much younger, friendlier place. In those long gone days of yore, the Clark bar company ran a wicked awesome sweepstakes that appeared in both Marvel and DC books that fueled many of your friendly neighborhood jman’s then 7 year old fantasies.
An all expenses paid trip to New York/Gotham to appear in your favorite superhero comic book!
Tell me that wasn’t every lil fanboys wet dream?!?! And what did you have to do to win this spectacular prize? Enter! That’s it! No shit! Just fill out the attached form and mail it in. You didn’t even have to buy anything!
Awww….Spring. Nothing says Spring has finally decided to show up like chirping birds, kids playing basketball and the sound of arrows whizzing in the air.
Jakob and I (and members of his crüe) were lucky enough to test out some of new Firetek’s gear. To do so, we grabbed the rest of our Firetek weaponry and headed to a local grassy knoll to test out Zing Toys new Firetek Rocket.
You know that ugly feeling you get when you’ve napped too long? God! I hate that feeling. That groggy hangover kinda feeling, but without all the drinking fun beforehand. It takes forever to regain some feelings of consciousness. Man…it’s the worse.
Well…just imagine how this cat is going to feel when he wakes up. Talk about a sleep hangover.
I noticed something weird the other day. I’m in the van, cursing the radio as usual for playing the same old shit, when finally I decided upon the Doors’ “Break on through”. Now that song is almost 50 years old. Me? I’m 44. Needless to say, I’ve been hearing “Break on through” for a long fucking time now.
When the hell did they restore the song? I didn’t even know the song needed to be restored. But, apparently it did. The version I’ve been listening to all these years? Morrison repeats “she gets” four times toward the end before moaning as only Jim Morrison could.