January 17th, 2009

Chevy - Chevrolet Racing

Let the good times roll. At approximately 10 to 15 miles per hour.

It's not quite finalized yet, but it's looking like my truck will be pulling one of the Mardi Gras floats this parade season. Used to, the car dealerships donated a fleet of new trucks for the task, something I always felt was wasteful but I suppose it is good marketing as those things are all but rolling billboards for that dealership. All that came to a screeching halt with the floundering economy, and this year there's a dire need for big, powerful trucks to pull those massive floats. They don't get much badder or much tougher than my heavy duty 454 race-modified big block, so I think I'm in.

Just need to confirm with some people, but they should be glad to have me. And as my truck's all but a local landmark in and of itself, it's going to be kind of cool seeing the Beast roll through Downtown amidst all the drunken revelry while coeds flash me for moon pies and cheap plastic beads. Not to mention I'd likely get an invite to that Order's private ball for helping them out, which is a whole 'nother kind of fun altogether.

Laissez les bons temps rouler!
Skeletor - Pure Evil

I can't believe I forgot to post this earlier...

Sorry for the journal spam. I originally meant to make one quick post before bed, but then the thought of one and now two other things I've been meaning to share suddenly popped back into my mind. I suppose yet another frustrated office rant pushed the more interesting news out of my brains in favor of the stress-of-the-day.

Mmmmmmmmm. Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiins.

Oh, yeah. Right. There's a casting call for zombies, and I got a shot at being brainsucker #17. Total random meatsack lumbering around in the background, hungering for human flesh in some low-budget zombie horror flick, but hey, it's still a movie. Even if it is less impressive than Final Destination 4, where somehow I didn't get selected for as a NASCAR-loving Redneck extra at a racetrack scene filmed at my hometown Mobile International Speedway. Guess I didn't know enough about acting to pull that one off. *shrugs* Go fig.

More on this zombie apocalypse as this develops. Until then, I must resume practicing my lifeless shambling from place to place...which, come to think about it, my soul-sucking job actually is preparing me for quite nicely. (See what I did there? Brought the subject back around full-circle. Nice.)