tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31747772008-05-08T15:26:39.194-05:00Jefehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802379622403021511noreply@blogger.comBlogger199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174777.post-5845077881886917832008-04-15T20:30:00.000-05:002008-04-15T20:31:21.913-05:00

Or, What do I say, and What do I leave out? Well, Gracious Reader, I’m home in Dallas on something I never thought I would take. Not Peyote buttons, but almost as unlikely. A business trip. Me. It’s a pretty weird feeling, though it’s slightly different a normal business trip, if there is such a thing. I drove my own car, for one thing, as it is also a delivery. Anyway, none of that really

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Or, possibly the most self serving tribute ever written. So for a long time, I was writing a comedy screenplay about two best friends. These guys were loveable losers who worked in a video store and were extreme movie dorks. The video store was the kind of place that all movie nerds love, loaded with funky special feature sections, a great directors wall, every indie film ever made, and plenty

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As usual, at some point during any given day, I have a conversation with someone about the millions of folks who seem to need to invade our fair city. I told many many people that got infected with SXSars that we Austinites were immune to it, and in fact intentionally spreading it to keep the Californians from wanting to move here. Then today, I had the conversation again, over a morning chat

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1,2 ... 1,2 ... Alan Soresby, Alan Soresby ... is this thing on? Here's where Alan would yell, "WHAT!!?!?!!" ... and we'd all laugh. Looks like I finally got the issues with the 'Wrangler sorted out. I should be ashamed for not being a very good geek, but I tried to swap the hosting and I screwed up the whole thing. As I might have mentioned long ago, I know SQUAT about web design and code

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I have seen Van Gogh's Sunflowers right up close, and the paint is so think and lush and wonderful you want to lick it. I have seen Monet's water lilies in exactly the same way, close enough to touch. I have seen Rembrandt's and Pollock's, and they are dazzling and spectacular. I've stood on the beach and looked at the deep swelling gray of the Pacific Ocean in the morning light, endlessly

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I once consumed a small quantity of liquid oxygen, which, until I actually saw it, I didn't believe existed. It's used in jet planes, though for what I can not tell you. I only know that it doesn't stay liquid naturally, and that you have to consume it almost instantly before it evaporates. It is ungodly cold, and you don't so much drink it as breath it in all at once. It is the coldest

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I met a lovely young women lately who got me to thinking about kites. She was cutting my hair, and we were making the small talk that a barber and her client make. She’d probably rather I called her a stylist, I’m sure, but the words get stuck, sometimes. Then again, from our short conversation, I got the impression that she’d be OK with whatever term I used. She was talking to me about

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The first things we all know in life are blankets. Infants are wrapped in a blanket before even being wrapped in their mother’s arms. Men have been making them from animal skins since they first climbed down from the trees and felt the bitter chill of winter. They are such a part of human existence and human experience that we often neglect them, take them for granted. Others are fussed over,

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I made a handful of New Year's Resolutions this year, and thus far, as of Feb.1, I am sticking to them, all of them. One of the big ones was something I have been saying I needed to do for a long time, start getting some exercise. I have always been bone skinny, thanks to the super high metabolism I inherited from my father. OR SO I THOUGHT! Now that Dad's stopped smoking, he's getting down right

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It's been a tough weekend, but overall a better one. Anything beats wallowing in my own regret and shame, like I did all last weekend and most of last week. Keeping it light has been the goal, do simple, enjoyable things, and try not to dwell. A good friend recently told me "You have to try to do the best you can with the things you can control, and not worry about the others." Not easy

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There must be some, somewhere. After work tonight, I went to grab a beer with a coworker, after we finished on a job site. We went to the closest restaurant, and grabbed two cold ones. Twin Peaks, Hooters for camping. It was freakin' awful. I was so embarrassed, for myself, for the girls scantily clad and looking uncomfortable. I never wanted to slink under the table and die so much in my

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Another part of me wants to rail against this, all of this, against her, knash my teeth and shake my fists with rage. I have done awful things, to her and to others, but all life is a two way street. She hurt me too, in ways I am becoming more certain she does not understand. For a while, in the midst of blaming myself, I was even convinced that the ways that SHE hurt ME were MY fault. Some

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Well, it’s been a long time since I was here, and I am quite certain by now that no one is looking anymore. Maybe that’s good, as I have some things to say, but don’t know who would want to hear them. Part of me worries that I am only doing this to stroke my own bruised ego. Part of me wants to bruise that ego even more, stomp on it and kill it and be done with it completely so that I can

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or, It's not my girlfriend, but it's awesome! I am known for being a rather brazenly obvious Aaron Sorkin worshiper. My life is in the crapper right now, only a couple of things in it are good at all. I am unemployed, nearly broke, pretty unhappy and nearly crazy, but something happened tonight that made me fist pump my hands in the air with joy. Literally. No one saw it because Jess and

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or, don't laugh, this is serious, though I hate to say I told you so. My good friend Michael has been telling me for some time that we are, in the most literal sense, experiencing THE END OF THE WORLD. Really. Not the verge of a global war, not an economic, ecological, or geologic disaster of some kind, but the honest end of all civilization as we know it. Back to hunting and gathering for

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Or, How quickly ones life goes from left to right. I don't know what it is, but when she gets sick, I feel bad. I'm not developing sympathy coughs or anything, my physical well being is OK, but I have been strangely out of sorts all day. It was a good day, a day when you'd think I'd be beaming, actually. Kevin and I got some great news regarding the Show this week, we're starting to think in

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Or, The Media is like a dog on the other end of a sock. This kinda shit makes me crazy. Parents everywhere will tell their kids not to blog, it could get you killed. The story, the events, the situation, have absolutely nothing to do with these kids blogs (which were just MySpace blogs, no design work, no artistic integrity, no writing, design, or creativity of any value. MySpace is

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or, at least the return of me. I'm back, baby! There's likely to be all kinds of new stuff here, my world is completely upside-down-whacked-out-different than it was when the 'wrangler went down that some of you might not even recognize me. Know only that I am re-employed, 15 lbs. lighter, and happier than I have ever been in my entire life. more to come....

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or, The 7,354th reason I am going to hell. Ok, as someone raised Catholic, I realize that the Church's position on life in unimpeachable, NO capital punishment, NO abortion, NO euthanasia. But THIS SHIT is funny.

Jefehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802379622403021511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174777.post-1112567203058596702005-04-03T17:20:00.000-05:002005-04-06T14:52:38.676-05:00

or, how my friends and I toured the state for four free hamburgers. So, as I write this, we're sitting int the Hard Rock Cafe in Houston, and it's the second Hard Rock we've been in today. We got out of bed this morning at 7:30, drove to Dallas, and we're hitting San Antonio next, and then Austin on the way home. Why, you must be asking, why oh why on Earth are we doing this? In a nutshell,

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or, My Parents went to SXSW, and all I got was 20 2-minute bursts of inspriation. Kevin would tell you, "We're a week out, so...." and he'd be correct. You're all invited to 20X2 and if you don't show up ..... well, I've been breaking things lately, so ya never know. If you do show up I gaurantee you 40 minutes of the most creative, entertaining, mind-blowing art you're likely to see. Plus,

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or, How reality TV and unemployment are causing me to slowly lose my mind. Ok, here's the thing. The blog has been neglected for quite some time for a reason, and not my usual laziness as a writer. Lately, I honestly have felt that the only things I have to say are not worth writing, and not worth reading or listening to, because they are all extensions of the same gripe. My job sucks. How

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or, Hey, I was Five and it was My Birthday, so Shut Up. I used to think "Resolve" meant to find the answer to something, again. Like figuring out that 2+2 really did =4. Or looking at all the clues over again to find out that Kristen did, in fact, shoot J.R. "Elementary, my dear Watson, you see, the Murderer of the Rue Morgue is..." "Yes, yes, yes Holmes, it's a bloody big monkey,

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or, The mysterious and untimely death of my Cell Phone. When I got my first cell phone, in 1999, for the first month every time I flipped it open to answer it I said, "Mulder," instead of hello. A friend swore that after a while no one would ever call me ever, ever again. Thankfully he was wrong. My cell is now the only phone number I have, has been for three years or so now. As of

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or, Pass the yams, Ma'am. Thanksgiving. Holiday. Trip to Wimberley. Blah blah. Thankful for stuff. Family. Friends. Blessings. Blah blah. Turkey. Dressing. Ate too much. Blah blah. Mashed Potatoes. Gravy. Yams. Baked Apples. Blah blah. Triotophan. Naps. Football. Blah blah. Oh, and Kevin and Ryan's Dad held hands with Ray Wylie Hubbard. All in all, a great

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