Snooze Me

There are a few fundamental things that I need in life; like eating.  I love eating.  I love good food.  I also love… um, let’s skip that one.

More importantly (believe it or not) is sleep.  I love to sleep.  I love how amazing I feel after a recharging night’s rest.  Nothing compares to going to sleep with a migraine, and waking up free of that pain.  The peace and comfort you find yourself in, nestled in the softness of your mattress, with the tension in your body gone is absolutely heavenly.

Yet, as much as I love my sleep, the need to be an active and productive human being outweighs everything else in my life. 

Ha Ha! Caught You!

I don’t have a problem with speeding tickets.  I have problems with the way people often get them.

   

How often have you gone down a hill so that gravity pushes you over the speed limit, and a cop has nabbed you by the time you reach the bottom?  Or how about when you’re in a 45mph zone, and a pig is lying in wait right where it changes to 35mph?

Ashes of Man: Movie Trailer

At long last, after months of filming, editing, and waiting, I present to you the trailer to Ashes of Man.  

Set in the post-apocalyptic heartland of the United States, Ashes of Man follows the plight of two separate characters as they try to survive in the nuclear fallout of World War III.  Without the convenience of modern technology, government, or even military protection, mankind has dissolved into a cut-throat race of savages, raiders, murderers, and worse… 

Monthly Scoop: June 2012

Look at that charmer wearing a celebratory hat.  Sure, it might be a dunce hat for failing epically during a video game football tournament.  But it might as well be on my head to celebrate the one year anniversary of the JonnyD Weekly.

They Can't All Be Creepers

I always feel bad when I get a phone call and it’s the wrong number.  It always goes like this:

“Hello?”

“Hi, is so-and-so there?”

“Nope.  You got the wrong number.”

At that point, the other person always says in horror, “Oh… I’m so sorry.” 

I try to tell them, “It’s okay, no worries,” but I feel like if this exchange was in person the other person would be running away crying in embarrassment at this point.