Alltime favourite: Channel Surfing

I am not warming up yesterdays special, but this has got to be one of my all-time favourite videos :)

Fo' shizzle, mah brotha!

It's like a car crash. We can't stop watching! Really, it never ceases to amaze us, just how ingenious you lot out there are.

Yo, stop watcha doin' and keep 'em crazies coming!

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Long time no hear: Fun With Real Audio

Shoe Tying 101

With Supernatural's Misha Collins.
Quite impressive if one might say so.

To Do Or Not To Do

So, last night, Supernatural's very own
Jared Padalecki was on a little Twitter Rant again.
Some still remember his comments about "If I do make myself a twitter I probably just post once or twice a month, if not less," That kinda isn't the point here somehow.

Last nights rant also included this beautiful photo, and some might begin to wonder if it's still funny or just plain dumb, after Mr. Padalecki's High Speed Train Accident in Europe a couple of weeks back when he stopped said train in full speed because he'd forgotton his wife's luggage at the Trainstation in Amsterdam.


Jared Padalecki had set up his Twitter account last weekend after being pushed into presumely by his collegue and good friend Sebastion Roché who also has a Twitter account.

The Moose arrived on Twitter

 So it has finally happened. The Moose (aka Jared Padalecki) arrived on Twitter (@jarpad)...and no, as far as we know the universe has not impoled. Yet.

Photo by @jasonmanns

J2 Shareware

 Now this is what we call shareware! Accident? Fashion mishap? You decide.

Hello Everybody!

The Buckets are not dead, yet anyway, but we have decided to pack in our self-hosted domain due to budget cuts. For some bizarre reason some dude from India has now bought said domain. We are not sure what he intends to do with it, since "The Daily Buckets of Crazy" are still us and no one else. WE are the original, so please do not accept less.

If you spot anything weird on the web (not the usual weird, but the more) ...ehm...the other weird, please bother to drop us an email.

We still have our myspace (though we haven dusted that off in some time) a snazzy twitter account and a really cool, but sadly underused tumblr blog (it's called "Bucketload" and we may have to get that going some day)....and..oh yes! We have updated this old beast and given the blogger blog a new look. Hope you like it.

Cum Garno Salis!

Lucifer, Rambling On

Dear diary:

Been a strange week. Lilith called a few times, saying she was close to cracking open that last seal. I was excited as all Hell, obviously, but at the same time, a little sad. After all, she was my very first accomplishment. Knowing I’ll have to say goodbye to her is a depressing prospect.

Then surprise surprise, she leaves me a message that she needs help from one of the many demons knocking about down in the Bad Fire. Someone apparently helping manipulate people to get me out - real, live people. She said I’d be pleased with the scale of the machinations and plain sneakiness of it all. I’ll wait and see on that one.

It’s a weird feeling, knowing I’ll finally be out after being cooped up for so long. Won’t know what to do with myself, I think. Oh no, hang on, first job will be to kill the sneaky demon that’s been helping Lilith. I mean, one back-stabbing staff member is enough, can’t have another waiting in the wings ready to kill to get promoted.

And if her plan works, and I’m truly free, she says I’ll have someone called Sam to thank - the one Azazel apparently put in place. Hmm. A little worried here: he’s human. Just human. How will he be able to crack Lilith open to set me free? Well, she says he’ll do it.

But my spies up above tell me that this Sam human will not be my biggest worry. They say Sam, useful in that he’ll get me out (so maybe I’ll wait a while before killing him), has a brother - a big one. One who actually killed Azazel. It strikes me that I should squash the both of them PDQ. Would save a lot of running around, angsting bollocks.

But then that raises another question: if Sam has the juice to get me out, what does this brother have? Lilith said he’d been in the Bad Fire for forty years before he was rescued. Just what did he take away with him? I’m guessing he’s not about to scream like a girl and run away like Brave Sir Robin when I do finally catch up with him - for is it not written: “He was a hero who, by his courage in the fiery furnace, his unreadiness to break down and grovel before a popular conception of the character of the All Highest, had proven himself capable of facing a greater revelation than the one that satisfied his friends.” Yeah, thanks for that Joseph Campbell. You git.

And this thing about him being the breaker of the first seal… Also a worry. He might feel obliged to put me back in the bottle - guilt does strange things to these humans. There's no good me standing back going "I am Lucifer himself, sunshine, and you're just one human - come and have a go if you think you're hard enough!" For I bloody well know that it is written: “Cast abroad the rage of they wrath: and behold every one that is proud and abase him. Look on every one that is proud, and bring him low; and tread down the wicked in their place. Hide them in the dust together; and bid their faces in secret. Then I will also confess unto thee that thine own hand can save thee.” (Job, was it? 40:7-14? Or is that some wench’s phone number?)

Hmm. Seems like just one worry on top of another, these days. Have to have a bit of a chuckle over the irony though - two brothers, one a saviour of evil, one a saviour of the other side. And apparently, neither one ragingly enthusiastic to be there. Think of the torture that must put them through! Just delicious…

But then, another worry: that means they’re doing the job because they can’t leave it to anyone else, not because they want to. Hmm. Extra mile territory, perhaps. Bugger.

Best to kill them ASAP, I think. Send them both down to the Bad Fire where one of my minions will be only too glad to stick it to them for a while.

Yeah. That’s a plan. Ok then, I’m wrapping this entry up - got to get ready for my grand unveiling in a few hours: practise my evil laugh, find some worthy body to possess, prepare to smite. Yup, a full schedule.

With a bit of luck, the next entry in this diary will be written while I’m free Topside.

Fingers crossed, eh.

WINCHESTER RUMBLE!

So we're not in the jungle! So we're not in Manilla! But - roll up, roll up, ladies and gentlemen, Supernatural fans of all ages! Have we got a treat for you!

Not more than 34 hours from this very post, the most exciting, most thrilling display of dirty fighting, one-up-manship, sneaky leaking, sibling murder-mayhem and naughty combat ever portrayed on film will be available to the public! So come one, come all, as we get ready for:

Yes folks, you read that right! In the black corner we have the oh so wanting to be the good guy Sam Winchester - child prodigy, Dark Prince, shagger of demons and drinker of blood.

In the white (or, oh, ok, grey) corner we have the ne'er do well, bad-boy wide-boy Dean Winchester - shagger of at least his own species of female, righteous man, breaker of virgin seals and owner/driver of the '67 Impala handed down by the lesser deity known as John E. Winchester.

Who will be victorious?
Who will win the right to save the day?
Will just getting the chance mean mankind's salvation?
Only time will tell!

The CW. 9pm / 8pm Central USA time.

You know the name. You know the number.

You know you'll be watching. Can you afford not to?


* 'Stoater' = [noun] (Scots.) A blindingly good-looking person, an amazingly good quality item.

It's the End of the World as we know it...

...and we feel fine.

Honestly. We do not get what all the fuss is about. Come on, you seriously doubt the Winchesters can be fooled by demons and angels like that?

We wonder who is playing with whom the whole time...

Motivation

In these difficult times, it is important not to give up, to keep striving for whatever you believe is right - even if annoying siblings keep confusing the issue by trying to go Dark Side. Remember, people, sometimes you find what you need in the more surprising of places.

Click the small one to get to the big one.

Is Dean in Heaven?

Booze, cheesburgers and uhm harp music.... judge for yourself.

And what does Sammy get, you wonder? Defo looking like the basement to us!

Yellow Eyed Demons are coming for you!

Holy Crap this is weird!

According to this german ad for private health insurance a female YED-Demon can be seen going down the commercial route to get your life force and in full public view!

Or are we just seeing things cause we sensitized our beautiful puppy eyes for all that stuff that is lurking in those shadows and under our beds (and we are not talking dust mites and dustballs here!) - we always admired YED's subtle approach to do his bid in Season 1-3 of Supernatural, but this is a whole new strategy we have not seen coming.

"The new generation of of private health insurance" - are we glad we are not insured :p

The Kim Manners Motel

I admit it. I was so mesmerized by the Sonny Bono reference (you know the little guy of the duo Sonny and Cher) and that glorious mustache, that I did not see on the left of the card the name of the motel: Kelsey Manor (and NOT Kim Manor, like many claim to read)

I love this subtle tribute to the late Exec Producer Kim Manners, but for a few split seconds on a busy TV this was even a little too subtle for a crazy bucket.

Divine Alert: Have you seen an angel?

Angel Missing! He is about 1.80, big blue puppy eyes and wears trenchcoat like Columbo and goes by the name Castiel or Cast for his friends.

If you have seen him or know of his current whereabouts, please leave a message or contact the Winchesters.

Oh Brother, WHY art thou?

...and what is which all the orange fake tanned faces, hm?

..personally, I think the boy, Adam looks like a young Dr. House.

Dear Dean

Office Of The Almighty

#1,

Everywhere

 22nd April, 2009 (Earth Gregorian calendar)

To: Mr Dean Winchester, Esq.
C/o driver’s seat,
The Metallicar,
Kansas CNK 80Q3
USA

Re: Morale, Bolstering Of / Reprimand

My dear Dean,

I’m sure this letter will come as a shock to you, as you struggle to make sense of season four so far. At this time, the last quarter of the season, I wish I could tell you everything will be alright. But I know it will be anything but.

Despite anything you may have gleaned from My operatives, you must believe that I am rooting for you. To have one misunderstood grafter whom no-one seems to support anymore on My team is most interesting, and I await your searing insight into how to proceed with much anticipation. I understand you feel alone, and I understand everyone needs encouragement now and again. For this reason I have asked one of my best operatives, Zachariah, to keep an eye on your progress - to pop down every once in a while to inspect the troops, so to speak. He has been a fan of your work for a while, and to be honest it also keeps him out of the office where he continually giggles to himself as the demonic host body count goes up on your personal scoreboard.

He has recently reported to Me, however, that you seem to have ‘dropped the ball’, as he put it. I am given to understand that this means, to use another of your human sporting analogies, that your batting average is lacking right now. We can’t have that. I understand you have had some tough times, but that’s no excuse to wibble like a small child and try to pass My operative Castiel a note from your parent to get you out of sports for the afternoon. You have been an adult for many years now, and while I realise you had no choice but to start acting like one at far too young an age, I also maintain that we all start as we mean to go on - and that includes acting like an adult. Yes, everyone has their off days (I swear to Me that I just stepped out of the office for a moment while the re-count for George W. Bush’s election votes was on), and yes, most people need a break every now again.

But not you. I have of course been watching you, Dean Winchester. I know exactly how many female names you have in your phonebook, and I even know about the secret overnight bag in the boot of your car for those times you wake up with a hangover in a place you did not expect to be - nothing gets past me, sunshine. I know you create opportunities for ‘happy endings’ and accept perks of the job where you can, because you do not know when you might find it again. What I am trying to tell you is that I know you are not the type to need to unwind - you are always like that. (It’s what keeps your hair up.) I know it, and so do you. So please, for the love of Me, get your game head back on and get back in the championship league - don’t make Me take further steps to convince you that, ultimately, you have no choice. Do you seriously think you can leave it to someone else?

I cannot stress enough how important it is that you keep fighting the good fight. A wary eye on your younger sibling would also be appreciated: spare the rod and spoil the child. And no-one wants that. (I have already written to your brother; see attachment.)

Finally, on a personal note: It is immensely gratifying that you share My adoration of My creations, or rather, the females. And while I did not invent cheeseburgers, I approve of their use as an emotional crutch when your sibling whines all day. But please, do not covet that automobile so. After-all, it is only man-made. And as spring dwindles and we head toward summer, I think it’s high time we got back to single layers - I recommend those thin t-shirts with the nice loose V-necks. I think you’ll find a lot of those females you spend so much time thinking about will appreciate the change from your usual unnecessarily heavy shirts. And I do think you should let more people see proof of the Work I do - or at least, the Work My operatives do on my behalf - right there on your shoulder. It will be good for you too to get those arms of yours out more - that burn needs a bit of sun if it is ever to heal properly. Trust Me, no-one will protest.

My eternal love by thine (and as always, love to Bobby),

God

P.S. 

Next time you happen to speak with My operative Castiel, please inform him his dry-cleaning is still waiting to be picked up. Perhaps you could do an old creator a favour and nudge him in the direction of a less scruffy Columbo outfit - and perhaps find a way to help him relax between assignments? If he asks Me one more time why I will not allow him to take in a Basset Hound, I swear I'll start smiting.

The Gag At The End Of This Pic

In stores now! Do you have your copy yet?

Available from all good book and comic stores in the Kripke's Hollow area.






*Book and all rights belong to Sesame Street, property of the Children's Television Workshop. Photoshopping by me. Sense of humour required.

Dear Sam

Office Of The Almighty

#1,

Everywhere

18th April, 2009 (Earth Gregorian calendar)

To: Mr Samuel Winchester, Esq.
C/o passenger seat,
The Metallicar,
Kansas CNK 80Q3
USA

Re: Attitude, Adjustment Of

Dear Sam,

It has been reported to Me that your attitude has taken a rather unfortunate downturn in recent weeks. I refer of course to your constant intimation that your brother, namely Dean, is not the man he once was.

It may have escaped your notice that, since returning from Perdition, your brother has had quite a few rather sizeable personal obstacles to hurdle. While you have enjoyed the warm blanket of faith in Me all of your life, your brother has, at best, been waiting for proof, at worst, unprepared to accept there may be anything good left in the multiverse. His retrieval by one of My most trusted operatives was a horrific shock to his personal belief system, one that My operatives confirm that he is still struggling with.

Secondly, and not to put too fine a point on it: he was in Perdition. By definition, not a place to be enjoyed. I have heard of human soldiers suffering from post traumatic syndrome for many years. Half a season to get over his soul-destroying experiences cannot be too much to ask, surely?

I understand you feel that he is somehow different. He is, and even he does not comprehend just how much. However, you must continue to believe in Me and trust that I ordered him back for more important reasons than simply preventing him from choosing to ‘open the box’ over ‘taking the money’. It cannot have gone unnoticed that he is still prepared to do the job, however much you accuse him of “losing his edge”. Everything is unfolding as it should, and I would appreciate a little more faith in My planning abilities, thank you.

While we’re on the subject of faith, perhaps you could take a moment to think carefully about the reasons you believe this ‘Ruby’, as you prefer to call her, is actually appearing to help you. It breaks My heart to see such a fine, honest believer corrupted by the likes of ‘Ruby’, and sometimes I wonder why I find you humans so fascinating anyway. While you are, certainly, one of My finer creations (I take personal responsibility for those expressive eyebrows), you need to ensure you do not let yourself cross the line from cute and useful to Dean into borderline Ends Justifies The Means. Trust Me, you do not want Me to become upset over the actions you bring about in the name of the Greater Good. Your brother himself warned you about this subject: you must be wary of good intentions. I believe he put it best: “Ruby’s just jerking your chain down the road. You know what it’s paved with and you know where it’s going.”

Finally, on a personal note, please wear less layers. I gave you that body for a reason, and it was nothing to do with clothes horses. And don't worry, I have already sent a letter to your brother.

Love to Bobby,

God