Friday, January 2, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
These are Available @
OK, here's the deal.
Starting 1/1/09 on the Gemini web site only (NOT EBAY).
For every 30.00 in purchases (shipping not included)
they will receive 1 Free Gemini Bone Daddy computer sitter
(pictured) with their order.
If anyone has any questions or can't purchase
from web site please contact Steve by email
and he will work something out.
The other is also for sale from the site.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Yes .. his arms and head GLOW !!
Brian says .. "two versions guys.....so check closer.. also ELM has a couple of versions too! all glow in the dark ...
with different pad prints and colors.."
Meaning they are Available @
Elm Street On-line
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Command The Action- Star Trek Captain's Chair Replica
With the sci-fi status and geek grandeur of Captain Kirk's command chair in your living room, you can boldly go where no fan has gone before.
This full-sized recreation of the Star Trek- The Original Series U.S.S. Enterprise's Captain's Chair delivers all the accents and details from the historic prop along with modern lighting, sound effects and phrases designed to thrill any Star Trek enthusiast.
The working swivel design accentuates the two-piece construction, making this the perfect addition to any collection, display, or museum. Limited to 1,701 pieces worldwide. A Diamond Select Release. Model not included.
In Shops: APRIL 2009
|Item Code: JAN094948|| |
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
The retail price for this Ultra Limited
FrankenFink Blackout version is $225USD.
Confirmed release date at December 31, 2008
For ordering inquiry, please email us to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Final FrankenFink !!
LOOKS AWESOME !!
Good Theme .. tricky to accomplish though ..
Martha stewart was the guest judge ..
Ariane's Beef wins the
Quickfire One-pot Challange
BRAVO Wednesday nights @ 10 pm
not a creature was stirring… except for the dead.
Some old boards were nailed over windows, with care,
in hopes that no flesh eaters could get through there.
My wife, in her nightshirt and me in my britches
had just settled in, with our thirty aught sixes.
The children were terrified under their beds
They just kept repeating, “Dad, aim for their heads.”
Cause out on the lawn we had been hearing moaning,
the screams of the innocent and occasional groaning.
So, away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore off an old board and threw up the sash
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the luster of midday to zombies below,
Then what through my Remington scope should appear
but a rotted old sleigh and eight undead reindeer.
With a red-suited driver whom I, instantly,
determined was Santa…, or, he used to be.
As the reindeer flew towards me I raised up my gun
and squeezing the trigger, I shot at each one
Shot Dasher! Whacked Dancer! Hit Prancer and Vixen!
Popped, Comet! Plugged Cupid! Capped Donder and Blitzen!
From my ‘lectrified fence to my ten foot high wall,
I blew away, blew away, blew away all
But more dead folks appeared as the others lay slain.
They gathered together and forward they came.
Then up to the front porch to start the attack,
with dead zombie Santa at the head of the pack.
And mere minutes later, that bastard Kris Kringle
climbed up on the lattice and clawed each roof shingle.
As I quickly reloaded and went whipping around,
down the chimney dead Santa Claus came with a bound.
He was dressed all in red, from his head to his feet,
And his clothes were all bloody from victims he’d eat.
The bag that had carried toys and candy canes,
instead was all filled up with human remains.
His eyes – like white marbles! His throat was just hissing!
His cheeks were all hallow, his nose, it was missing!
The beard on his chin was all matted with blood;
and his left ear fell off – hit the floor with a thud.
He had pink flesh hanging from between his teeth.
And the flies all encircled his head like a wreath;
He was fetid and bloated, a rancid old lout.
And I screamed when I saw him, and almost passed out.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
gave me to know I’d soon join the undead.
He clawed at my stomach, then, went straight to his work.
He grabbed my intestines then gave them a jerk.
And after he fed, he threw open the door
and let in more zombies – ‘bout 60 or more.
As they fed on my entrails and drained me of life,
I saw them devour my kids and my wife.
And the last thing I heard were these words Santa said;
“Merry Christmas to all… in the land of the dead”
Another coooool one ..
An Eighties Christmas Flashback
'Twas the night before Friday
and all through the town,
no cops were cruising,
no narks were around.
As we all rolled our joints
to be put in our sacks,
we knew that soon
we'd be stoned to the max.
We drank Jack Daniel's
And smoked Panama Red,
a hit of tea
and man I felt dead.
We were all up that midnight
all of the day, when
there was a knock at the door
that gave us away.
There stood a man
wearing a smile,
so we invited him in
to party a while.
What to our red,
glassy eyes should appear,
two pounds of Columbia
and a case of beer.
So we sat down
and he started to roll,
filled up a glass
and lit up a bowl.
We ask the man
what was his name,
he said Saint Nichol
and drugs is my fame.
So as the man
strutted out of sight,
he said mari-ju-ana to all
and to all a good night.
So I can continue on with my blogging ..
I am almost reloaded in the files I was able to retrieve ..
So .. after losing 33% of my followers I'm ..
BACK IN THE GAME