snowfall and the giant bugs...

if the weather guys had said 80 degrees and sunny, they would've been closer. we've got like a foot of snow out there and it's still coming down.

it's been lazy wintry movie marathon saturday for us.

Five Fingers first and then Babel. both fairly decent flicks.

I've decided to start keeping track of my more interesting dreams, like last nights giant-sand- pillar-turning-people-into-stone-in-a-windy-desert-with-tornados-while-a-guy-walks-along-the -horizon which then somehow turned into some-people-are-giant-bugs-but-you-can-only-tell -when-you-look-at-them-through-a-glass-or-get-them-wet.

weird.

hence the idea of getting them down. maybe there's a feature film in there somewhere.

anyway, more movies for us. probably a pizza pie and more of the aforementioned liquid crack!

the death of Terry L...

It's been a few days.

Well, I received hundreds upon hundreds of messages, everyone wondering; where have I been?, what's wrong with me?! Even one faraway-hello-withdrawal-related-suicide in Cincinnati (sorry and condolences to Terry L's family, ((where the hell did he find the bull anyways??)).

At least that's the only one that has been reported. I mean, lots of obvious confusion and fear and dread, but only the one death. So, to everyone out there who was concerned, sorry for the non-communication. Actually, instead of hundreds upon hundreds, it was more like zero. But no we're splitting hairs....

Poker last night.

How'd I do?

I am now "on the finger" for $40.00 American. Why? Because I suck. That's why. We did discover a new drink though. It's a blend of chocolate and red wine.

The stuff is like liquid c-r-a-c-k.....

some randomness -

Joey by Concrete Blonde has forced it's way deep into the folds of my gray matter and remains there immovable. That girl has a great, great voice...

i have nothing else for now....

printer....

I know that you all were concerned about it, you can relax, the printer survived to see another day... not only is it not emanating a charred scent today, it actually smells rather pleasant. Yes, that's right, the printer smells good.

We watched Funny People last night. Decent movie if you can get past all the cock and balls humor.
Long too. The Movie, that is.

In other news, I've been thinking alot lately about the story that I've been slowly - and I mean slooooooooo........wly working on. I really think that having this blog is helping. The act of typing, which in turn is responsible for some sort of deep synaptical firing, is slowly getting those old creative juices flowing again. Well, dripping anyway.

thats all for now. maybe more later today. See? isn't this fun!

Monday crud

Foggy blogging today and then, lo and behold...

Highlight of the day up to this point - I threw a paper towel at the
trash can from across the room (see above) and look where it landed!
BLAM! Stopped dead in it's tracks, sitting on the edge of the top! I
couldn't do that again in 100,000 tries I'm sure! I bet any money that
my day won't get any better than this! How could it? I mean really.
Magic, I'm sure.

Additionally, the office printer smells funny. I think it's on the
verge of exploding.

Additionally additionally no one leads a life like mine. Or yours, for
that matter. Smart? Deep? Either/or? Nope.... bumper sticker fodder on
the cab in front of me this morning.

lastly, I'm learning that some people in my life are a lot stronger
then I ever gave them credit for. Conversely, some have proven to be
much, much weaker...

...

not much to report, actually, nothing to report today, lazy sunday...

steamed fishies...

I guess ever since I've had a glass enclosed show stall with three glass walls, which has been about 6 months, I've found myself doodling through the steam on said walls. I'd doodle things like stick figures, random symbols that don't mean anything, I'd play tic-tac-to against myself, and, more recently, random incarnations of one big lipped, bug-eyed cartoon fish. I give you that rousing bit of information to provide you all with an even more exciting bit of personal history...

When i was younger, I was infatuated with Garfield and U.S. Acres. For those of you out there that don't know about U.S. Acres, that was the second, less successful strip by Jim Davis. Think the Garfield and Friends cartoon from the mid 80's. I was so enthralled in fact, that I started a comic strip of my own. It was based on a goldfish who lived in a little bowl on a stool. He had a rock in there with him. And some gravel. His name was, appropriately (and super-creatively) Gill. Gill the fish. Anyway, I decided that the first step in me taking over the cartooning industry was writing a letter to Mr. Davis explaining how I was an aspiring cartoonist and that it was my goal to become the greatest one of all time. I sent him my little letter, and included a doodle - sort of a rough sketch - of the first Gill comic strip. As time passed, I became engaged in other extremely important things like He-Man, Thundar the Barbarian, Nintendo, and other such things. A few months later, as the thought of my letter to Jim had almost vanished completely from my little brain, guess what came in the mail?

Enclosed in an envelope that featured Garfield and Orson (the pig from U.S. Acres - see above pic) holding hands and waiving at me, was a handwritten letter from the Davis himself! He said that he loved my comic and that it showed definite potential and to keep up the good work. He also included a checklist for aspiring cartoonists. I was really excited and I dedicated my prepubescent mind to working up fantastic ideas for my comic strip. Needless to say, He-Man introduced Hordak and his evil Horde, Thundar the Barbarian got cancelled and replaced by, I think, the Snorks or something, nintendo released games like Punchout and Friday the 13th, and once again, I forgot all about Gill and his little world.

Anyway, here it is, 20+ years later, and Gill has reemerged as a character that shows up almost every morning on my shower wall! Has he always been there, buried deep in some wrinkle on my brain, just waiting for the time to be right to show himself? I dunno. Maybe.

Does this story mean anything? It must have something to do with something? RIGHT? Whats the point? What's going on here? Well - it's my blog, so there.

random poo and such - and also hello....

greetings cyber-world.

for absolutely no reason at all, I have decided, in my infinite (and it is infinite) wisdom, to start a blog. So, who am I? I'm not Julie Powell (although I did watch that film last night, so read into that as much or as little as you'd like), I'm no one famous, I'm not doing anything important, actually I'm not doing much of anything at all, I can't write, I don't aspire to greatness. In short, I'm just a person, unspectacular.

I'll be updating daily and doing my best to keep everyone in the loop on the constant excitement that is my life, and eventually something might just happen. Maybe.

Worst case scenario, I'll get a chance to vent in writing. Best case scenario, some people out there may become interested in my little world and may even follow along for the ride. I don't hold out much hope for that, and I'm not expecting much, but we shall see.

anyway, welcome to the faraway hello, whoever you are. stay tuned.