A hotel on the verge of the twilight zone(Part 1)...

It all started innocently enough... You know the drill, sick relative in the hospital, booking room in the nearest possible hotel regardless of price and level of service, the works. As my girlfriend and I arrived in front of the hotel in question, a sudden breeze of wind messed up my gal's red hair a little. Perhaps an ominous sign of unholy things to come (man, can I possibly get any more camp in this blog, 'unholy things to come', geez where do I find this stuff...). I lifted my head and saw the sign of the hotel hanging above our heads, the inscription read "Hotel Elizabeth" (how utterly gay...)."What a cliched and ordinary name" I pondered, "top marks for originality guys" my train of thought concluded('train of thought', shit this has started sounding like a bad Jane Austin novel rip off, a really bad one as well) .

He is not THAT guy but he could really be THAT guy, I am sure you know what I mean. There must be a biotech factory or something cloning these people, either that or alien invasion has started and they want to drain our cash first using this grinning lot.

After such amazing deductive thinking, the couple of adventurers entered in the building and walked towards the 'as uneventful as they come' reception area. Precictably enough, the receptionist greeted us in that cliched, run of the mil, forcibly jokey tone that all receptionists greet 'new cash' ('seem polite 101' at its best). Visually, the reception area looked surprisingly decent and that can only mean one thing, rooms must be decent to... Yeah right, perhaps in an alternate universe... The booking was for two rooms: one for the happy -go- lucky couple and the other for Deadpoolite's glorious mum (you can't help but respect the force of nature that is THIS greek mum, so I will shut up about it now and won't reveal her secret superpowers). The receptionist gave us THAT look , you know the one that means ,"everything is going to be alright...NOT!" and handed over the keys to our hotel absolution. I grabbed the keys grinning in the sense "I know I am paying more than I should in this place, so lose the gay attitude will ya and let's get this over with". Amazing thing what they eyes can say sometimes isn't it ? LOL!!! After formalitites were done and dusted, it was time to move upstairs...

No knight came to our rescue when we started ascending towards the great unknown of our accomodation. We were fighting a lost battle alright, we just didn't know it yet:).

In that respect, Merc and redheaded godess gathered their respective carcasses and ascended to the great unknown of their temporary accomodation comprised of one double bedroom and one single bedroom. Upon opening door number 1 we were treated to a single bedroom that was a dream come true for claustrophobic people. I swear, you needed to be an olympic gymnast just to move around in that room without tripping and losing all dignity landing head first every single time. The bed was right in the middle of the room and occupied like 2/3 of the available space and it was as narrow as is required for a matchstick sized dwarf to sleep in. The bathroom was an ideal gas chamber but not a bathroom, so it they ever make another one of those Hellraiser movies, look no further than this place for setting the mood.Oh, the miracles of internet hotel booking never cease to amaze me:).So, what was the unanimous verdict on this room, great for hobbits, bad for people. Yep, that sums it up quite nicely alright.

I needed to have the picture of a decent hotel room here at this very spot. I just had to do it...:).

After squizzing out of the single room, it was time to check out the double room and see if there was anything redeeming about this hotel or hotel apocalypse was inevitable after all. Armed with courage and having conducted all the available vaccination prior to entering, the merry couple dragged their sorry asses into the double room. For starters the room was indeed 'double' which was a big hit with fans as you can expect, LOL! However, the whole look of the place was not particularly 'welcoming'. Let me elaborate on that one. The room had a distinct washed out look, as if someone was a huge Silent Hill videogame fan and thought it would be a cool idea to go full monty with the whole 'spooky room concept' just to cheer up the customers (please guys, try LESS, next time). The people who envisioned the awesomeness of this room's design (probably under the influence of something majorly toxic, hallucinogenic and bad all over...) seemed to have a distinct colour blinding disease or a level of poor taste that rivals that of my readers choice of blog reads (take your pick, LOL!).

Don't go there, it was bad... I (ar)rest my case on both movie and rooms:).

This amalgam of anarchic decoration to the point of 'extinction of good taste' hasn't been captured on people's imaginations since the Dick Tracey movie (and we all know how THAT one ended up...). Colour combinations were all over the place and I would go as far as to say damaging for my eyesight. In fact, trust me when I say that if it wasn't for my gal's veil of red protective lovelocks, this Marvelite would have gone all out Daredevil instead of Deadpool right there and then( Sonar/radar vision is highly overrated you know...). The furniture of the room did not fare much better since it made the room look more like a junkyard of different styles than any coherent desigh choice (think Cher's dress sense with a roomey twist and you are there...). Having seen both of the available rooms there was only one choice, act or submit, and submit we did alright...

(To be continued and concluded in part 2...)

A new beginning of sorts...

First and foremost I would like to wish a happy new year to all the readers out there. Having taken the formalities out of the way I am returning to a topic that has troubled me throughout the year and has risen its ugly head once more now that my obligatory military service is nearing its end. It is a fact that blogging has taken a backseat in my priorities and that will also be the case in this year. The thing is while my greek blog seems to have a well defined reason to exist, I have often struggled to see the real reason behind the existence of Deadpool's Laughing Den. Originally, I began this blog to keep in touch with the more wacky side of things while maintaining a constant 'writing relationship' with the english language which is always useful. The experiment began slowly, enjoyed a peak of sorts and now has come full circle.In all honesty I feel like I am back to square one with this blog. The problem is, I don't feel so driven by the whole blogging affair anymore. This year has been a maturing process of sorts because of certain issues that have to do, only, indirectly with the whole army experience. Links have come and gone during this year and my interest in communicating with other blogging people has been diminished to a great extent. I am not the guy who is going to ever frequently comment on other people's blogs since I have lost interest in this ever continuing exchange of comments for comment exchanging's sake. There are a few links that still maintain a certain degree of interest for me, predominantly because I am fond of the people that have created them. In that respect, most of my links have gone bye bye as we speak and I am officially out for some new 'interesting writing blood'.

The focus of the blog will continue to be on humourous posts simply because I think people have more need to smile these days rather than anything else. Other posts will probably pop up now just to add some variety but funny posts will still be the priority. Something that needs to be said in conjunction to the previous sentence is that I have often wondered about the accessibility of english for the average reader. English in this blog is an amalgam of proper english and comic bookish english of my own creation that probably render this blog too weird for its own good sometimes. The thought has crossed my mind to alter this approach and make the language in this blog more user friendly but then that would be like diluting the whole writing experience for me and putting restraints to what I consider 'creative writing'. Thus, the writing style will remain the same unless the topic dictates other wise. As far as the frequency of posting is concerned, I am aware it has gone seriously downhill but A) I was never the most prolific blogger to begin with and B) Blogging has become an afterthought in my life and serves a strictly recreational purpose of sorts to some extent. I am never going to blog frequently unless the mood strikes me or I have some true inspiration as wacky as it may be:).

Before wrapping up this first post of 2009, I would like to thank the people that have constantly stayed around since the inception of this humble, albeit wacky ,blog corner and let's see if we can make some more believers of the Deadpool's wacky ways and posts.

Take care of yourselves, the best is yet to come, even if I am the only one reading it:)!!!

Later...

The 'lost' blog entries and other stories...

Everyone is a critic...

For a guy who has been trying to somewhat organize his life after the enforced hiatus of obligatory military service, I am not exactly doing a bang up job. Still, I am fighting the good fight on the job hunt front, while maintaining a relationship with Ms DP a.k.a. "Readheaded goddess" (a little flattery will work miracles on reducing the pricing of the upcoming engagement ring or so I have fooled myself into believing, LOL!!!). However, the recent disaster that has savagely "torn my psyche apart" (excluding the fact that I 've got no M and Ms in munching range which is probably as worse as it gets in life, period...) is that I have handwritten several blog entries which I just can't locate at the moment. Sure, sure I occassionally track down one motheaten page or two but all I got is bits and pieces of the actual "masterpieces" in the making ( I know, I know I am too good for words feel free to bow before my might and all that...). As I survey my desk for any "proof of write", I can only feel horror at the dangers that may lurk at every corner. Copies of degrees and CVs , mixed with crumbs of sandwiches long devoured and wrappings of supposedly healthy energy bars that stand as relics of hypoglaecymic episodes that never happened. This isn't a desk anymore, it is a war zone and I just lack the will to make things right, or maybe the situation is evidently beyond redemption and I am just cutting my losses who knows... I swear to you, recently, some things on my desk have begun to transform from inanimate objects to full fleshed life forms. "Spore" videogame eat your heart out, you hear!!!

Why buy a game to create cartoonish abominations when I can just type in verbal abominations instead is anyone's guess:). Ah, my awesomeness knows no bounds it seems... Except, when Blogger crashes, which is often, and a natural disaster at each own right, so I will shut up now and stop testing the patience of the Blogger gods:).

With the onslaught of other priorities heading my way and with blogging sidelined, at least for month December, looking for the aforementioned handwritten posts seems like an unwanted nuissance akeen to the last 'summer' mosquito standing, buzzing in your ear instead of the ear of your next door neighbour. The blocked nose, I am currently a proud owner of ,doesn't help proceedings either... Oh, I am becoming such a cry baby it seems I probably need a baby sitter more than a wife to be... (hmmm... that sounded kinky in some weirdly psychotic kind of way... just what I like then, LOL). As I am typing this I am half immersed in a pile of... (don't say it DP, don't say it...) papers [phew!!! this blog is still on the verge of an M(adness) - rating], CDs, pens, pencils etc. etc. It is surreal how I can make such a mess on a desk I am not using particularly often these days... I mean if I used it on regular basis , the poor thing would probably detonate in some sort of glorified nuclear explosion incident, out of frustration of being owned by an untidy geezer like myself. Ah the weight of being DP's messy desk is unbearable it seems, judging from the creaking sounds that I hear emanating from the wooden structure beneath my keyboard. Oh well, time will tell if the damn thing is going to come crashing down like a tower of playing cards or if it is going to go the hardcore desk's way and stand the test of time as the one desk that DP's clumsiness didn't demolish.

Surely you can't be THAT desperate and seek this info here:). And I thought I was mad!

In other stories, the job hunt is going 'somewhere' but not anywhere in particular and truth be told sometimes I think I am chasing my tail on this front . Having been away from the 'greek swing of things' for such a long time has unfortunately shielded me from all the lunacy of greek bureaucracy for way too long. Still, being the good hip (does anyone say 'hip' anymore? OUCH!!! 'poor word choice incoming!!!') life fighter that I am, I am fighting the good fight with a smile wider than Joker's after ending a weekly constipation drought with *ahem* highly "explosive" results (what a disturbingly amusing thought...LOL). Still, at least I am realistic about what can be achieved when I put my skills (*cough* my what? oh yeah those made up things that look cool on paper I mean, especially in Comic Sans, I swear to you guys they ROCK in Comic Sans) and my charm (*cough* yep, I got plenty of that, if you consider eating M and Ms while standing upside down wearing only my underpants ,well... charming, LOL!).

So this is my life then... a job hunting Merc without a gig under his name, in love with a beautiful redhead (with obviously poor taste in men but who cares, LOL!), near the end of my military service and with my humour sense intact (or so my NOW deaf circle of friends keeps nodding/telling me...). Oh yeah, once in a while I blog too... Ah, it is good to be me, minus the lack of any decent jokes in this post and the recently acquired invisibility of my readers (yep, I must have the highest number of invisible readers in blogging history only second to that of my previous post).

News Update 1: I just found one of my posts, hanging between life and death at the edge of the desk. Steady now, little buddy, come to papa Deadpoolite and it is all going to be alright.... Why kill yourself dear handwritten blog enty, a life of infamy and apparent on-line demise awaits in my blog:).

News Update 2: This blog isn't dying anytime soon... The only reason being, I can't afford the virtual bullets to end its sorry on-line existence... Oh well, there is always the next millenium I suppose...


So yeah, I'll be back, I always do, it is what I do and in great style nonetheless:) [modesty is for losers, you know it and I assume it... LOL!]

An amalgam of nothingness... just the way I like it then:)

I intended to have a pretty serious post in this space instead of this one, I kid you not. However, the cogs of my insanity prevented the revolting development of a semi-sane post appearing in this blog(phew I thought I was a goner for a moment there...). After all I got a reputation to maintain and let me tell you, it has become hard as frozen nipples (what kind of ridiculous metaphor is that?oh well...) to be a master insanist in these already TOO insane for words times. Now, one may wonder(one person that has way too much free time in his/her hands that is) what is the inspiration behind this post. To this enquiry I would reply : "None!" (yeah I am "deep" like that, LOL!). I just had to write something... In all honesty I will unleash some random thoughts of mine upon your unfortunate minds and see what happens... Yep, you are THAT unlucky:).

Check out those killer lyrics... Oh yes, this Merc has plenty of wacky tales in him it seems:). My poor, poor readers...

As I am approaching the last fourth of my obligatory military service a lot of issues raise their ugly heads. My life with my soul mate, my future career path and its hardships , familial peace and videogaming glory. Now, the serious stuff is for another time, today the problem is how am I going to finish all those videogames I currently own (yeah I know, I am a man of immense prioritizing you dont need to remind me... lol). Currently I am the owner of an Xbox360 and of a number of games that have recently reached a double digit number. If I take Gears of War out of the gaming equation I haven't finished any of the the other games since I wasn't even near the console for most of the time this year. As months go by, new titles that I HAVE TO HAVE become available, thus this game library is going to get even more expansive. And let me not start on the upcoming purchase of a Wii console next February... Oh the nightmares of the upcoming games for that one make me ecstatic with agony day in day out (not really, but I had you fooled for a moment there didn't I, LOL!).

No can do Monsieur Pool... I am on a diet... Bummer!!!

Leaving videogaming troubles aside, I am then thinking of my diet. Ah, diet... Don't you just love all the sudden deprivation of cool food and its replacement with badly tasting 'mother nature ' products. It is a common known fact that during this godforsaken army life of mine I have gained weight... Weight gain means clothes don't fit and one starts to consider wearing potato sacs for extra comfort. Still, since I am a good trooper than never cowers before a challenge (unless it involves invading brocoli and killer tomatoes... oh the horror or the pain...) I have recently began this dieting masterpiece of mine with the hope that one day THAT elusive pair of jeans will be refited to my normally shaped ass and the forbidden love of flesh and cloth between them will flourish once again. Oh well, one can only hope:).

I came this close to detonating the damn thing but then I suddenly realized... I've got plenty more to write!!! Yeah, I know, I am a blogging genius and all... Oh stop it... You are making me blush:).

There is also the small matter of "what I am going to do with this blog"... So many thoughts have crossed my mine about the fate of this blog. They have ranged from detonating the host server of it to irreversibly erase its sorry existence from the net, to updating it to a new template coupled with widgets that (what a coincidence...) million other bloggers out there are also using(top points for originality to all blogger s out there then, including yours truely , lol!)... All this abrupt nonsense came to an end when I resetted my brain using a nicely placed hit on the skull with my trusty sledgehammer courtesy of my right hand. After the 'star parade circle' around my head had subsided I realized the error of my ways and how ludicrous all scenarios regarding the fate of this blog were...

Oh ridiculously cliched fortune teller... What will the future of this blog be? Should I persist, this blog will be eventually encoated in M and Ms goodness you say? Ah... as noble a goal in life as any I have to say:)!

You see, this blog is about the content of the posts and about being unique in the sea of uniformness that the blogosphere is. It doesn't matter how many people read it or if they 'get' the 'tongue in cheek' nature of the humour on display. The purpose of this blog is for me to have some fun or share some of my thoughts at random without taking the whole affair too seriously(quite the opposite actually, LOOOLLL, as most frequent readers are painfully aware). It is a good thing that now I have finally the luxury to re-engage in this blogging habit of mine staying true to the roots that spawned the very creation of this blog space.: "All people are entitled to eat chocolate until they burst from sweetness... ". Naaaahhh that aint it, my misled reading minions, the following IS though: "It is good for people to smile and feel upbeat and I'll be damned if I dont give my best shot at making it happen while immensely enjoying myself in the process".

Nurturing a new post is a hard job you know... Hmph... Everyone is a critic...:).

With those last, ominously wacky, words I leave this blog once more, shooting all political correctness out of the sky with no mercy or aiming accuracy whatsoever...Yep, I am officially having fun again in this place! Wanna join the ride ?(if not you should know, that I have a strictly 'no refund' policy in this blog, hey, I am running a laughing business here not charity okay? LOL!).

Till next time, take care all!!!

Let's stretch those dormant funny muscles, shall we?

How long has it been since I last wrote something in this blog? Was it sometime around the middle ages when the 'holy blog(in)quisition' was hunting me down on charges of poor taste humour? Or maybe the dinosaurs were still roaming the earth farting and causing earthquakes as I was carving my last blog entry onto some dark cave's walls... Come to think of it, my last known post could have been posted around the time of the Big Bang when all darkness went KABOOM!!! and then all known universe and... ,Deadpool's Laughing Den, along with it (unfortunately for humanity but what can you do...LOL!) were created (HOORAY!!!).

My readers had breathed a collective sigh of relief when months passed by without a single blog entry on my behalf... Then one fateful day,(that is...TODAY!) the illusion of a DP-less blogoverse vanished before their very eyes... I am back, just like that!!!

I think you got the point by now...No, not the fact that I am criminally insane beyond redemption with an acquired taste for wackiness infused blogging. The OTHER point... It has been TOO long since I graced this insanely 'divine' blog with any new material (but then again this hasn't necessarily been a bad thing for blog readers around the globe now, has it? LOL). So then, let me tingle my 'funny bone' to test its sorry state. After all I haven't used it in a while and the old bugger must be as rusty as Harrison Ford in Indy 4 (but then again that was CG rusty so it doesn't count, heh). On with the festivities then:


Deadpoolite (DP) : "DP to funny bone, DP to funny bone do you copy? I repeat do you copy?".

Funny bone (FB) (Shoving its proverbial palm up my face): " Talk to the hand sucker!".

DP: "Oh glorious funny bone where art thou?" .

FB: "I am currently unavailable leave a message after Radiohead's 'cheerful' song".

DP: "Argh!!! The pain of Radiohead whining incomprehensible 'mumbo jumbo' in the most depressive way possible never ceases to amaze me... It does help their cause that their lead singer looks like a hobbit on crack... Dear FB why are you abandoning me in my time of need (of a good 'mad-scientific' laugh that is)?".

FB: "I haven't been funny in months!!! My sense of humour is officially more rusty than Stallone's 'acting' in Rambo 4 dammit!".

DP: "That is TOO rusty indeed... In fact that is 'comatose rusty' in the rustometer of the funny scales (what on earth am I typing in? LOL)"

FB:" Truth be told I got stage fright... I can't perform in front of a live audience or any audience for that matter...".

A man is nothing without his priorities... I live, thus I BLOG!!!

DP: " But noone reads this blog... Besides how can you have 'stage fright', you are just a figment of my nutty imagination and I don't do stage fright it is bad for my silky smooth complexion...".

FB: " Still..."

DP: " Have no fear oh once mighty, now 'chicken style' cowardly, FB!!! I will be with ya via all the virtual tomatoes thrown at us by angry readers having the bad fortune to stumble upon this blog corner (let's face it , a life shattering experience like no other... LOL!)".

FB: "Was that your pep talk to get me going again? Because if it was, it SUCKED big time!".

DP: "Flattery will get you nowhere with me!"

FB: " Heh... You moronic fool, that was actually minisculy funny in an uber microscopic level as well. Maybe there is still hope that you will actually make a half - decent joke one day... One that won't make your readers consider suicide as a measure of redemption for wasting their time in this atrocious blog of yours...".

DP: " Oh you are too kind... Come to think of it though, who lost hope so I can find some? Hmm... maybe I'll look it up in the yellow pages. After all they got pretty much every number stashed in there, excluding the Eva Mendes 'date her and mate with her' helpline number. I often wonder why it is not included in that big ridiculously yellow book... " .

FB: "Eh... I'll take a wild guess with this one... Because it doesn't freaking exist!!!".

Being low budget has its considerable... ahem... ' merits' and glorious side-effects:). Oh well, I hope you get some amusement out of the goofiness of my wacky blog-endeavour of sorts.

DP: "Are you for real? No phone service for actually 'doing the nasty' with babes like Eva Mendes, Kate Beckinsale and Rosario Dawson?".

FB: "No...".

DP: " Not even for Drew Barrymore?".

FB: "Nope. But who wants to mate with screw Barrymore anyway".

DP: "You got a point there...".

FB: "Ok then, can I just leave this absurd impossible conversation with ya to save some of my fictional non-existing dignity? Even a virtual funny bone has rights you know?".

DP: " Yep, you are dismissed! You can't go far anyway, you are part of my insanity oozing subconcious remember?".

FB: " Bummer... I had forgotten about that one...".

DP: " Now sod off or face the endless pain of another mega crappy 'funny' line delivered by yours truely!"

And with those ominous words the FB disappeared as it if it had never existed (which is actually the truth but who cares, not me for sure, LOL!).

No death-defying stunt is too dangerous to attract some readership to this glorious blog:).

Now that I have used this "quality" post to fine tune my wacky sense of humour I can officially say that... : "I AM BACK!!!". Hmm... no applause? No frenetic female fans throwing their sexy underwear at me screaming? No even a bloody standing ovation? Geez everyone is a critic these days...

Till next time, take care!

P.S. : I think it is about bloody time I visit some of my godforsaken links and plague their comment boxes with my witty banter, oh you (un)lucky, (un)lucky people ... I promise I will do so soon!

DP out!!! (Finally, I thought I'd never shut up, heh).

Look at me go after the outraged readers of this post had one line too many to read and reacted with force... Lay off the caffeine dudes and dudettes:). It is only mindless fun after all!