A cry for help...

I don't usually get too political here, but today is a rather special day. Today I found out that, after three months of working very hard, I qualified for medical insurance through my employer at my day job... only to discover that the *BUDGET* plan was too pricey for me to afford at my pay level.

Okay, that's not quite true. Yes, I could afford it. But not it, plus makes end's meet, save for the future, and have much of a meaningfully active life.

So, today I can speak with real authority to the conservatives and right wing tea bagging idiots out there, when I tell them; "FUCK OFF. I'M A HARD WORKING, LAW ABIDING, TAX PAYING AMERICAN THAT GIVES BACK TO HIS COMMUNITY AND BELIEVES IN EARNING HIS LIVING;" as one of the crux of their arguments about those 45,000 that die every year from under coverage must be they're lazy, or something.

Of course, I think Keith can sometimes sum it up a lot better than I...

Please, please, please... this isn't about egos, getting re elected, or the partisan philosophies of your constituants. This is about American lives... Human lives.. Our lives. There are 34 countries doing better at health care then us, right now. Shouldn't we stop puffing our delusional chests and maybe learn how to treat our people better?

Suddenly I am a huge Kirsten Dunst fan!

WARNING: Contains graven Hentai images. May not be safe for work.

Cats make bad psychics...

MC Trebek in the house!!!!

Dear Cosplayers...

Thanks! And keep up the good work!

Love, IronChuck

One of the Living

Few people actually remember this track

from Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome;

but it's one of my all time favorites.

The new eighth wonder of the world!

Fifteen years later, Bill Watterson talks about Calvin and Hobbes.

Karaoke parody in progress...

Ta-da! IronChuck has been busy with other project, outside of the floundering Galactic Gun.

This is a promotional poster in development for Roger Niner Karaoke; which started as just an inside joke involving The Karaoke Ninja - a throw away character and running gag for a few years now.

I have no idea from what dark, silly part of my mind he sprung from, but I've been scribbling him down on napkins and paper slips for some time. Lately he's migrated into the world of Roger Niner, and the epic silliness that ensues any given night.

Once finished, this will be a promotional poster parodying a famous martial arts movie. From there, I think I may have a little fun and do one or two more; each a parody from another film genre.

Stuff: Car Sick

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So, after two tows and a few hundred dollars, it seems that poor old Dangermouse has a failing cpu. And how much will it cost to replace a small little plastic bow with circuit board and heat sink? $500! (And that's before tax.)

Of course, Mama Irons has a point when she exclaimed; "why does a car need a computer, again?! There's no computer in a '58 Dodge truck, and it runs just fine." Of course, her point aside, it's important to remember that DM can go over one third of the coast on a single tank of gas and puts out very little pollutants, compared to the '58 Dodge.

"The Mamoth" (No, not a spelling error; that's how he pronounces it.) is a loaner. He's a '92 GMC Sierra. He has a turning radius measured in yards. His fuel economy is rated in gallons per mile. He has a cassette deck and an old radio. I've been fiddling with the radio, trying to find some decent music. Clearly radio stations have suffered much since I last tuned in; every hour of programming is really less than twenty minutes of music. Most of it is just the same crap served over and over and over again.

I get Dangermouse back this coming weekend. I'm gonna burn me up some major music discs and we're going on a road trip...

The People's Mario...

Struggle on, my plumber comrade!