“Real American Heroes”

You may disagree with the war we are fighting and/or not be a big fan of the Commander-in-Chief, but don't let that taint your feelings towards the amazing men and women who give their all to serve and protect this great country of ours. Their actions warrant our love and support all the time and not just during designated holidays and/or when we as people feel the need to be patriotic, they deserve much better than that. They sacrifice so that we don’t have to, they keep a watchful eye so that we can rest peacefully and they diligently stand guard so that we can be at ease, just imagine what our lives would be like if they weren’t there.

“Forgot to Remember”…

It's easy to forget and to take for granted the many blessings that we have when we're not the ones on the front lines fighting the battle, but we must do our best to not let that happen and to always remember what we have and why we have it. We should salute our soldiers of the armed forces (past, present and future) every day, and thank them from the bottom of ours hearts for the freedoms, the rights and the peace of mind they have bestowed upon us, because without them none of that would be possible. Go out of your way to shake the hand of and/or to give a warm embrace to any person who has fought or is fighting for us and our country, show them that we appreciate it and that we are aware of their unselfish deeds.

“Foxtrot Alpha Mike India Lima Yankee”…

We must also not forget the families who are left behind when their significant other, their child/parent and/or their sibling decides to embark on this journey; they remain here with uncertainties as to what the future holds for them and their loved ones. These individuals proudly give so that we can be safeguarded, so that we can have confidence in knowing that everything will be alright and that the evils in this world would be kept at bay all thanks to the due diligence of their child/parent/sibling. They may lose a little piece of themselves in the process, but at the same time they gain a tremendous amount of respect and pride as a result of the actions and passion demonstrated by their soldiers. When you come across a family who has a loved one in the military, make sure to let them know that you recognize their sacrifice and that the absence of their family member weighs heavily upon us all. 

“The Military Machine”…

There are many components that allow this machine we know to function properly, and if we were to lose any part of it the whole thing would come crumbling down around us, so make sure to support and to show love to the fine men and women in uniform who make this world a safer place for us all. There is no amount of gratitude that we can express that is sufficient for all you have done for us and how we feel towards you as a person. With that said, I do want to thank you for your service, commitment and dedication to us and our country, I truly appreciate it and may God bless you all.

“Got Your 6”…

Keep in mind that some of our soldiers need more than a friendly gesture and/or an American flag flying outside your house. They need jobs, medical attention and/or a roof over their heads. They shouldn’t have to come back to our country, especially after everything they’ve done to keep it “our” country, to have to struggle just to survive. There is absolutely no justification for this and it is completely ridiculous and disgraceful to say the least. They fought for our lives, so the least we could do is fight for theirs. 

“A Personal Message to Our Soldiers”…

I have never served, so I wouldn’t even pretend to understand what it’s like to walk a mile in your boots, but I just wanted to share a personal experience that may be helpful to some of you. I have been down and out. I have been so low that I had to look up to see bottom. I felt like at the time, that the only way to find peace was to end it all. I can’t claim that our journeys took the same path, but I can promise you that you’re not alone and that help is out there. The trail may not be the easiest to travel through, but it is totally worth making the effort. You are worth it, and so are your family and friends. 

“Suicide”

MJM

“Links”… 

Please check out the links below, and if possible contribute to their causes, because you may feel that it doesn’t affect you directly, but trust me it does. They have scratched our backs, so now it’s time we scratch theirs.

(These are only a few charities, there are many more who would benefit greatly from your generosity) 

“Take a Turn for the Worse”

I awoke suddenly and knew right away something was wrong; just as Dorothy could tell that she wasn’t in Kansas anymore, I could tell that I wasn’t in my nice warm bed all snuggly under the covers.

Wherever I was it was cold and hard, comparable to one of those metal slabs in the morgue, but thankfully that was the only similarity I shared with those stiffs.

Everything was all fuzzy and unclear, I had no idea what was going on or why I was where I was, I was completely lost like the kid on the back of the milk carton.

I went to stand up so that I could better assess the situation, find out what was going on and figure things out.

However, standing wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be, it was as if none of my limbs were working accordingly and it took a whole lot more effort than it usually does to get them to perform as they should.

Making it to me feet was only half the battle, because once I got myself upright I had to make sure I could keep myself that way and not end up falling down similar to a drunk who just left the bar after last call.

I could feel myself swaying back and forth; it was as if I was on a boat in the middle of the ocean during a bad storm, it was almost impossible to get my bearings.

I was finally able to compose myself; I was able to stand without toppling over like a Jenga tower whose player had Parkinson's disease.   

I could now see that I was outside, in the middle of a field somewhere, and I couldn’t really tell what time it was but I knew it was late because the sun was nowhere to be found.

I attempted to start walking, thinking I could find someone that could tell me what was going on.

But my legs felt limp and numb, like the circulation had been cut off from them for quite some time, they were as useless to me as cinderblock shoes would be to a late night swimmer…isn’t that right mafia.

I just couldn’t lift them up; I could only slowly drag them along, my feet felt as though they weighed a ton, the ground was metal and they were magnets.

Knowing that at this rate I wouldn’t be getting anywhere fast, I decided to scream out for help, but no matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t get any actually words out of my mouth, only grunts and gargles.

Now being even more confused, I just stood there still and lifeless, equivalent to a scarecrow watching over its field.

And then all of the sudden my pondering was rudely interrupted by a loud growl that was coming from my belly, my tummy was in turmoil and needed to be fed, kind of took me by surprise considering the situation but what can I say, the stomach wants what the stomach wants.

So again I started moving forward, dragging my legs behind me like they were two dead bodies.

I wasn’t sure where I was going, or even what was happening, I just knew I had to eat something soon because my hunger was growing and becoming more savage by the minute.

I couldn’t explain it, I was really hungry but what I was craving wasn’t of the traditional sense, at least for me it wasn’t.   

I wanted flesh, and not the flesh of a chicken, cow or even that of the scrumptious pig, but I wanted human flesh, fresh off the bone, it was as if the spirit of Jeffrey Dahmer consumed me and was now in charge of my appetite.

I didn’t want it served to me either, my primal instincts kicked in and I wanted to hunt it, because you know like they say, the greater the struggle, the sweeter the meat.

I know it’s against the moral code and everything we stand for, but I can’t help it I’m craving a people pot pie and unfortunately there doesn’t seem to be anything I can do about it, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach…or so I’ve been told.

I was as agile as a cat, Garfield the cat to be exact, but I knew that if I kept at it and didn’t give up that I would eventually catch my prey and be able to enjoy a nice yummy meal.

You don’t always need to be a cannibalistic ninja to eat well, us slow and steady types can handle our own, don’t believe me just check out Mr. Jason Voorhees, that dude never breaks a sweat and always catches his prize in the end.

At first I thought I was drugged, somebody roofied with the hopes of having a good time with my lifeless body, but then it came to me, I was a zombie (or a walker if you want to be hip).

As I said prior, I wasn’t really quite sure how it happened; I was obviously once fully alive and now somehow became deader than a doornail and in the process caught the zombie flu, and as a result of that I was now one of the living dead; I was able to survive just about anything except a blow to the dome.

So with that being said, the first order of business (after finding a meal of course) was to find myself and nice strong helmet to protect my melon.

I’m putting that on my bucket list, and using that same bucket to carry around all my appendages that fall and/or that are ripped off.

I’m also not sure if it would be considered necrophilia or not, because I am living and I am dead so it’s difficult to tell, but I would want to get some booty before I finally kick said bucket…that is as long as I don’t lose my pecker anytime during my travels.

Was being a zombie really all that bad, was it truly a turn for the worse, I mean aside from my limps falling off as if they were just taped on and the inconsolable hunger for braaaaaaaaaaaaains was it the worst thing that’s ever happened to me, not by a long shot?

Sure my body is decaying similar to the teeth of a meth addict, my skin feels identical to Jello and my face looks like it was on fire and someone put it out with a bag of dimes, but there’s always plastic surgery…am I right?

I can feel my intelligence slowly starting to slip away, like sands through an hourglass or our hopes and dreams through our elected officials, so let me wrap this up before I’m brain dead and surviving on instincts alone, kind of like Kanye West.

It’s now time for me to skedaddle and to be on my way, and if I happen to run into you on my journey please forgive me if I take a bite out of you as if you were crime and I was McGruff the Crime Dog.

MJM 

“From Madrid with Love”

Guess what party people; The Nerdy Side of Life has a very special guest for you today!

She’s hotter than a habanero, cooler than a cucumber and it’s her life’s work to scare the shit out of you, and she does it well.

She’s an actress, a writer, a producer and Spain’s greatest export since, well forever.

Please show some mad love to Mari Cielo Pajares!

Sit right back a check out what she has to say in regards to her best assets, her thoughts on the genre as a whole and her upcoming projects...and fellas please keep your pants on when reading this, not hating just saying.

(Please remember there is a little bit of a language barrier, so keep that in mind when you’re reading)

1. What projects are you currently working on, and when can we expect to see them?

Right now I have 4 going on. 1st one is a short film, 1 location 1 actor & 1 shocking ending. 2nd is a pilot of a horror/thriller anthology series I want to shoot probably at the end of this year. 3rd I'll be starring the feature film "Obsesión Sangrienta" from Spaniard director Ruben Dos Santos in October. The 4th one I'm not allowed to talk about it yet but I promise I'll be around in your blog to tell you all about it as soon as I have the green light!

2. We’ve all heard of women using their sex appeal to get them out of trouble, so we were wondering if you have, and what was the situation?

I never considered myself sexy. I think when we women try to dress or act sexy, this behavior is part of a complex, in my opinion we try to overcome this complex by over exposing, I do have a lot of complex.

Now to use sex or sensuality to be able to achieve something in my moral code I would consider that prostitution. I never used it for my benefit, I get sexy with the man that I feel attracted to, and I don't like to send mixed signals, if I like a man he will know.

3. How do you feel about the horror genre as a whole?

Passionate will be the word if I have to choose one. I'm not a fan of gore though. I like the kind of horror that can terrify you with no need of showing guts. If you can make the audience tremble with a situation, surprise and scare them with no need of sever sfx you have a great script in my humbled opinion.

4. How would you describe yourself, a sex symbol, a seductive sultress or a prude princess?

None of the above.

I'm a human being with needs. I'm 38 years old now. When I was young I was wilder, I was trying to make a point, over exposed, mark my territory and demand freedom by dressing a little too sexy or even been in the cover of a magazines.

As I said before, being a person with a complex made you make a lot of mistakes, then when you are older you realize it’s nonsense and you care very little about what the people think about you. You just care about being honest to others and what is most important, to yourself.

5. Who in Hollywood would you like to work with, and why?

I would give almost anything to be directed as an actress by M. Night Shyamalan. I would love to direct Joaquin Phoenix and Daniel Kaluuya (Black Mirror). I would also be thrilled to write & produced for Syfy.

6. Video games, an immature kid’s toy or a great way to pass time and kill some mutha fugging zombies?

How people entertain themselves and search for a good time and happiness is NEVER immature. We are in this life for a minute, if you waste your time judging others or forcing yourself to do what others would call "mature" good luck been an unhappy m....f.... Personally I'm weird, I'm a HUGE fan of Resident Evil saga and God of War, but I do like to read ANY book about Mythology I find (Greek, Egyptian, Nordic...ANY!).

7. What are some of your favorite movies/television shows, books and/or bands today?

I have such a large list that I will bore you to death, but if I have just to choose a couple TV shows: "Supernatural", "Helix", "American Horror Story" Netflix: "Hemlock Grove" and "House of Cards". Books: "Full Dark No Stars" and "Bulfinch's Mythology" Bands: (I'm soooo classic) I like Billy Idol when I feel happy happy joy joy and to encourage myself, Mozart and Bach when I want to relax, concentrate, focus or just suck the pain of something.

8. When in danger you become an ass kicking badass like Ronda Rousey, or a helpless damsel in distress like in one of those lame animated Disney movies?

I always been a bad ass, sometimes to the point that my ego writes checks that my muscles can't afford, but to be REALLY honest the one time I had to be strong was when they found a lump in my breast and they had to do a biopsy and I behaved like a little scared kid, showing to myself I'm not all that tough. Thankfully it was benign, but I learned a lot about myself, I probably don't like me, but I accept me how I am.

9. Proud to be indie, or one day do you hope to make it mainstream?

Who tells you that they don't want the budget of The Lord if the Rings for their production is a LIAR!!! One thing I adore from being indie is the fight. Is SO HARD to make a project happen that when you finally do it, you feel like you just sat your ass in the F.... throne of Game of Thrones! You taste the victory sooooo good! Just the fact of making a production happen as an indie is a victory!

Another thing that I like is the crowdfunding campaigns, before the audience was forced to watch whatever some rich people wish to produce at that moment, today people have a voice! If you like a project you donate for that campaign and help making happen whatever you want to see produced!

The audience has the force not only some privilege ones.

10. One night alone with any person, or if you’re feeling a little frisky, any people in the world, who would it be?  

I like to have my privacy in this point, I do have a couple but in case I wouldn't have it, I don't think it would be prudent to answer this question in an interview, my chances of making that dream a reality would decrease a LOT.

Well there you have it you freaks, Mari Cielo Pajares unplugged and wide open like a good book for all to read. I hope you enjoyed what she had to say and please make sure to show her some love on Twitter @MCpajares and see what’s she’s been up to by clicking here.

Her latest endeavor, a sci-fi suspense/thriller TV series called STYX! Sounds awesome, right? She needs your help with making it a reality, so check it out and see what you can do. Every little bit helps! Don't worry if you can't donate, because you can always help by simply spreading the word.

https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/styx-series--2#/story

MJM

“It Is Better to Be a Clone than in Bad Company”

I’m somewhat of a loner, not by choice so much but more so because most people think I’m mentally disturbed, and that is why they are afraid to hang out with me, at least not without some form of protection like a rock or a very sharp object.

So with that said I have always dreamt of the day when I would have a partner, a soulmate if you will.

Someone I could totally relate to, like say a clone, not a clone like Mini-Me though, because I would really hate to have to toss him in the dumpster with all those other unwanted mini-hims/hers.

I’m not really sure how it would happen.

Maybe I come across a barrel of toxic waste that is lying around for no apparent reason whatsoever, and due to my own negligence I fall into it and out pops my clone, like in the comics.

Maybe I get captured by a demonic copy machine from another dimension, and for some morbid reason it gets off on making copies of me.

It would use those copies to fulfill all its perverted sexual pleasures, like refilling the paper trays and jamming the toner cartridge into it hard and deep.

Maybe some crazy scientist uses me as his Italian Pig (that would be guinea pig for all you laypeople out there) for an experiment which results in my clone.

No matter how it goes down the bottom line is it happens and I am in heaven because there is finally a person who completely understands me and who isn’t afraid of me possibly snapping into a Slim Jim and losing my shit.

I don’t know if said clone would be my evil doppelganger, or my best friend, but either way I would love him as if I had my own set of lady parts and popped him out myself.

We would do everything together, happily pounce through flowers while holding hands in slow motion, take long walks on the beach at sunset and even if the occasion calls for it, break the law and go on the run like Thelma and Louise.

However, if we do end up getting caught by the fuzz he is on his own.

I would drop the dime on him so fast he wouldn’t know what hit him; I would make Henry Hill look like a saint when I’m done spilling the beans.

I wouldn’t do this out of hate, but rather because I’m overly sensitive and not a big fan of getting hit in the shitter from some massive inmate who’s in the joint for murder, not hating on anyone it’s just not my thing.

Now if he was to get the chair as a result of our crime spree I would be right there by his side, at least up to the point when they pulled the switch, because after that I’m out like a belly button, never to be heard from again as if I was gerbil at Richard Gere’s.

Only for the reason that I don’t want to be stuck with the bill for the funeral, I can’t see spending the money.

It’s not like he was a pet or a family member, he was only a clone, and I don’t pay to bury clones (or in-laws), they could burn the bodies and use the ashes as kitty litter for all I care.

I guess my biggest dilemma would be if I was to fall head over heels in love with my clone, I just wouldn’t know how to handle something like that.

I mean like what if he was the one who warmed my buns, the one who put the fizz in my soda and the one that makes all my parts the pastor played with when I was a young boy all warm and tingly?

Would we be able to bang, or would that be considered incest, or gay or possibly even both, I’m as lost as the kid on the back of the milk carton!

Would it even be sex, or simply masturbation, because with all things considered you are basically just playing with yourself, right?

Is it legal to marry your clone, or is it frowned upon by all those “loving” folks who claim to do what’s in the best interest of their god?

You know those people who avoid cleaning up their own yards, and believe that by spending all their time telling you how to clean up yours they are guaranteed a spot in paradise.

Since their god didn’t technically create the clone that should make it alright, it would be like marrying your imaginary friend, so no harm no foul…correct?

I don’t know, I guess we will cross that bridge when we come to it, either that or be shoved off that said bridge by some clone hating mofos who are always up for ruining someone else’s good time.

I know it would be tricky, and our relationship full of many obstacles regardless if we hump each other or not, but in all honesty I can’t frigging wait for the day when I have another me to pal around with.

MJM

“Heaven & Hell: Angels & Demons”

We have all heard about heaven and hell, angels and demons, at least some point or another in our lives.

Heaven is where all the good people go when they die.

They grow wings and halos and for some odd reason learn how to play the harp without ever taking a lesson whatsoever.

The whole time chilling out with all their family and friends, because of course anyone they cared about would be in heaven with them and not in hell with all the bad people, that is of course unless they are an in-law…especially a mother-in-law.

Hell is where all the politicians and people who are not just like us go when they die.

They grow horns and carry around pitchforks and turn all bright red like Caucasians with really bad sunburns.

The whole time partying it up in the sweltering heat while being surrounded by a bunch of nasty bitches and bastards, it’s kind of like living in Florida.

I just have a few questions that have been on my mind ever since the first time I've heard of these places, so I figured I would ask the ever so trustworthy and well-mannered people of the internet.  

So here goes…

1. Why is heaven the place to be and hell where one would want to avoid at all costs as if it was the Walmart of the afterlife, isn't that all just a matter of prospective?

2. Do you think that demons ever get tired of lighting their own farts, it’s not like they really have a choice in the matter, and I’m sure after the first fifty times or so it has to get old?

3. Considering that all gays are going to hell (according to some), does that mean that there's nothing but straight porn in heaven, no lesbians, just plain old boring heterosexual crap?

4. Being familiar with humans as we are, do you think our soul is bounced back and forth between heaven and hell like some kind of supernatural volleyball game, until we die and one side or the other finally scores our soul?

5. Do you think that some angels have vacation homes in hell that they travel to when winter comes to heaven?

6. Was there ever a ”Romeo and Juliet” type of scenario between an angel and demon, or do they pretty much just stick to their own like the KKK?

7. A husband and wife die, one goes to heaven and the other hell, are they allowed to call each other, and if so are those calls considered long distance calls?

8. Heaven is supposed to be this amazing place, better than anything you could ever imagine.

I just don’t see how that’s possible, considering as an angel you are either hanging out on people’s shoulders opposite of devils trying to convince them to do the right thing or stuck being a guardian to some fool who isn't able to take care of him/herself.

Honestly that just doesn't sound all the great.

(The End)

Well anyone care to step up to the plate and help me figure out these quandaries?

MJM

“The Walking Beth”

I have a guest on my blog today who surprisingly wishes to remain nameless, so like in the movie Ghost where Patrick Swayze was holding Demi Moore as she sat at the pottery wheel so is the case here, except we’re blogging.

This person wants to voice their opinion in regards to The Walking Dead’s mid-season finale, they want the world (and the show’s producers) to know just how pissed they are that (spoiler alert: The Walking Dead, Sopranos and Breaking Bad) Beth was axed from the show while some less than desirable folks are still alive and kicking.

To Sir Elton John, we need a new Candle in the Wind song, because no offense to Marilyn Monroe and Princess Diana but we all know that Beth Greene is the only blonde who really matters.

Sit back, relax and enjoy…

"Why we should stop watching The Walking Dead"

Dear AMC and The Walking Dead producers:

I became a Walking Dead fan begrudgingly. Last year my partner and I, like much of America, took up the pass time of binge tv watching. We went through the great shows, like Breaking Bad, Game of Thrones and House of Cards very fast. We tried The Walking Dead but quickly understood why the early reviews were mixed. The premise was great but the first few episodes felt very subpar, mainly due to the poor acting and unlikable characters. We gave up.

Due to overwhelming feedback that the show had really turned into an A level show, we decided to give it another chance. Many great stories begin in the middle. We decided to skip Season 1 and start a few episodes into Season 2. We were pleasantly entertained. We continued watching and became invested in great, new characters like Maggie, Hershel and Beth as annoying original characters like Lori and Shane were killed off.

I understand TV ratings and shock value. It's part of The Walking Dead fiber to kill off seemingly safe, major, characters. Hershel's death was sad but it fit. The story was decent and he met his end at the hands of The Walking Dead's greatest villain so for. Even for characters that aren't likable, like Lori, the show did a good job maximizing the emotional impact of her death.

It's clear Beth's death was done for Mid Season shock value. Many of us, myself included, cried... due to the loss of a great character, not a great story. The shoddy, thrown together storyline was made worse with weak, unbelievable, characters. Beth, if she was meant to go, deserved a storyline on par with Adrianna from the Sopranos or Hank from Breaking Bad.

I am not a Walking Dead head. I don't read the comics and I don't watch the Talking Dead. I count myself among the fans that watch the show simply for the amazing characters and good stories. Carol is clearly the stand out character on the show. The episode where she had to shoot the little girl is one of the best acted, written and most affecting TV episodes of any TV show I've ever watched. Her transformation has been believable and mesmerizing. She has the potential to achieve Walter White / Breaking Bad status. Daryl, the fan favorite, is also a great character. Ironically, one is dead and the other doesn't exist in the comic but, I digress. This isn't a note about how the show should let go of the comic and cut, dice and burn it's own path.

Carol and Daryl are the bad asses. Maggie and Beth rounded out the emotional core of the show. They are the ones with the easiest emotional connection. Now that Beth is gone its clear Maggie is going to lose it. Can the show survive?

Finally, I know the reasoning that will be given for killing her was to create great story lines and character development for the remaining characters. You probably congratulate yourselves on the bold decision. If you really want to shock and create emotional waves to carry the remaining characters for not just episodes but seasons, kill Rick off. Lori and Shane have been waiting for him for over a season now.

For the fans, sign the petition to bring Beth back.

https://www.change.org/p/the-walking-dead-bring-beth-back

Anonymous

Well there you go, one man’s plea to bring Beth back. You know it’s not totally out of the realm of possibilities here; look what they did on Dallas back in the day when everyone was trying to figure out who shot J.R.

When Beth wanted to die the producers weren’t having it, then when she wanted to live they kill her off in the worst possible way imaginable, with some screwball cop who didn’t know her ass from a hole in the ground blasting her in the head as if it was one of Gallagher’s watermelons…what a cruel world we live in.

MJM

“The Walking Dead: Top 5 Favorite Episodes”

With season 5 of The Walking Dead right around the corner, I decided I would share my top 5 favorite episodes (in no particular order) of the series up to this point, and be warned there will be spoilers.

(Click the episode name for a preview)

1.) Season 4, Episode 16, “A”

I loved this episode for one reason, and that is because Rick finally grew some balls and showed everyone that he is not to be taken lightly, and if you don’t believe me then just ask zombie Joe. And also the bromance between Rick and Daryl was pretty cool too...no homo.

2.) Season 2, Episode 7, "Pretty Much Dead Already"

After watching this episode I realized that not even kids were safe in the post-apocalyptic world. Now sure we’ve seen zombie kids prior to this episode, but there was no real attachment to them because they were already dead when we met them, Sophia on the other hand was destined to be little Carl’s main squeeze…or so I thought.

3.) Season 4, Episode 14, "The Grove"

Just look at the flowers… ‘nuff said!

4.) Season 2, Episode 4, "Cherokee Rose"

In a world full of chaos and turmoil it’s nice to see love, and in this case the said love comes in the form of a budding relation between Glenn and Maggie (two of my favorite characters in the show). Sure they’re not in love in this episode, but you can clearly see there’s something there, and not only that but our boy Glenn gets himself some.

5.) Season 2, Episode 13, "Beside the Dying Fire"

Michonne is a total badass, uses zombies for pack mules, wields a katana as if she was one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and is the reason why the Governor wears an eye patch. This episode was her appearance, and what an entrance she made, even if it was to save that annoying as all hell Andrea.

And one more just to show some zombie love…

+1) Season 4, Episode 10, "Inmates"

This episode introduces us to Abraham, Eugene and Rosita, who I actually think are great additions to the cast, especially Rosita…meow.

Well there you have it, my top 5 favorite episodes (+1) of The Walking Dead so far, and I’m sure once season 5 ends my list will surely be extended.

MJM