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You start one of your own. Words to live by from Wilford Brimley, the man, the rancher, the diabetic.

I know some of you just couldn’t wait.

I don’t really know what is going on lately but we have now broke the “we get spam posts hourly” category. Its a sign that things are growing here at the blog, at least that is what I am believing. Luckily the spam software I have installed does a great job from keeping the junk out of sight. I still hate scrubbing it though for legits.

I didn’t think that small paragraph above was really enough for this post so I have decided, effective immediately, that this post will contain LOTS OF BRIMLEY, BRIMLEY, BRIMLEY!!!!!

A quick internet search dug up this new Wilford Brimley website. At first I was excited to see Willy now had his very own place on the world wide web, but to my utter surprise this Utah native is the focus of a new Broadway hit - Who Is Wilford Brimley? - The Musical. Maybe this won’t be making it to Broadway, but I’ve already ordered my tickets. You can check out a review here.

When looking at the photo to the left, I wonder what is going through Wilford Brimley’s mind.

“Damn I can act, this scene is cake - chocolate cake - boo-yah!”

“I wear my sunglasses at night”

“Where the hell are those diabetic supplies I ordered, damn Liberty Medical”

It would be great if this blog brought some type of value to the web. Instead, it is just random drivel about movie stars who are put down or made fun of. It is kind of like grade school where children pick on poor or mentally underdeveloped kids. What causes children to be so mean? Is it television or poor parenting? What about natural instincts. Maybe we are programmed to distance ourselves from others who may not be like us, or share our traits or capabilities.

What this world needs is a Brimley attack. I would love to see a genetically modified Wilford Brimley the size of the Staypuffed Marshmallow Man take revenge on the world. Smashing buildings and crushing cars in his fists. He could pour piping hot oatmeal on countries and completely obliterate them. I don’t even want to imagine what he could do with his diabetic supplies… look our Iceland.

Those of you that know me know that I have a pretty active dream life. For those of you that don’t know me, I will haunt you in your dream life. I am excited to say that I have entered the fifth dimension of dream state; cartoon. I was actually in a cartoon in my dream. The characters were cartoon, the surroundings were cartoon. I myself was not a cartoon; I was only viewing the excitement from the inside.

After the cartoon though, there was this man sitting on this old chair in a rustic type environment. He was talking about his wife not caring about anything in their new bedroom except that she wanted a phone in there. Apparently she didn’t care about the layout or size of their new bedroom (I sensed he was hurt by this). He then opened this odd looking bag that contained, amongst other things, a very unique type of instrument. I am 100% sure this instrument only exists in my dream. He then began pulling out weird accessories for the instrument complaining that his wife bought him all of this junk. The last item he withdrew from the bag was a very long zipper. I made the joke: “It’s an invisible suit”. He wasn’t amused.

Isn’t that photo of Brimley sexually intense? I love the chops, totally sexualrific. The reason I chose to use this photo is the striking resemblance to the man in my dream. Imaging that young, hunky Wilford Brimley in yours dreams, wearing his invisible suit and playing his funky instruments. What a guy.

I conducted a quick Google news search for stories about the great actor/diabetic and nothing serious came up. They were all stories talking about Brimley impersonations or one said and I quote: “He also sported a moustache that Wilford Brimley would have committed larceny for.” The poor man gets no respect and no real media coverage at that. Today’s links section is dedicated to good old Wilford.

Speaking of links, do any of you actually visit the links I post? It was recommended that I cut back on the amount of links, should I post a few every day or a few once or twice a week? Let me know what you are thinking.

While I’m at it, without using the internet for guidance, can any of you Ghostbusters fans tell me what college the guys were kicked out of? I also wonder how rich Harold Ramis is, he has put together quite a resume of popular comedy movies. He’s 60 by the way.