Wednesday, December 28, 2005


I saw King Kong last night with my family. Every time we get together we go see one movie. I was personally leaning toward The Ringer, but my mom doesn't care for frat humor. Of course, she sleeps through every movie we see anyway. Last night she had crashed before they ever made it to Skull Island. When it was over, there were various comments made that it was just Jurrasic Park, Arachnophobia, and Gorrilas on Ice mixed up into one movie, etc. But I liked it.

Yes, the stampeding diplodicuses looked a little fake. Why do people working with green screens forget that the imaginary creatures you're going to superimpose are going to cast shadows on the characters. If there's no shadows on the characters even though they're standing underneath a dinosaur, it looks fake. But, that doesn't matter. What mattered was Ann's character. That girl played it so well. Here you have Kong, the last gorilla on the island. He's king, but he's so alone. He suddenly finds companionship in Ann. It's kind of like Koko and her kitten, but moreso since the companionship is between two intelligent creatures. Ann understands this, and it's not that she's in love with Kong in an romantic sort of sense, but she has a connection to a mystery, to a wonderment, to something supernatural, and it fills her with a sense of awe and in return makes her feel special.

Ann really couldn't have stayed on the island. Something would have killed her eventually. Kong might have even accidentally killed her after losing his temper or just not realizing his strength while playing around. So was it more sad to let Kong slowly die alone on the island or to capture him, drag him to New York, and kill him there?

Kong should have never been taken from his element, but he was doomed either way. It was so sad at the end with Ann watching Kong die. We all just want to be part of something special, something larger than life. Ann had that, but she had always felt that the moment she loved something, it was cursed. So sad.

Oh, but I can vouch that writers are that romantic and that heroic in real life -- but yes, we all have big noses.

So anyway, that was the evening with the family. My parents were planning to leave this morning to head back to El Paso, but my grandfather who had the stroke on Christmas took a turn for the worse, so they moved him to ICU, and apparently if he stops breathing again, they're not going to resuscitate. My mom flew to Amarillo at 6:15 this morning. My dad just left to drive back to El Paso by himself. I feel bad for being such a lazy child, but there's not much I can do in this situation.

The rear main seal on my car started leaking oil again. I just had it replaced when I was on vacation Dec. 6, so it's under warranty. I dropped it back off at Firestone again. It's like all I do on my vacations is wait for my car to be fixed.

Tonight's the blues jam at Howling Coyote. Hopefully someone will actually want to go with me.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Christmas 2005

Another Christmas has come and gone. My parents camed from El Paso and my brother drove down from Stillwater, and the whole family got together at my house to celebrate. It was a celebration very different from years past. For starters, there were no mornings. We haven't bothered getting up before 11 a.m. yet. We all kind of roll out of bed at 11:00, and my mom makes breakfast for us at noon. It's a schedule I like being on, and definitely a sharp contrast to Christmases of the past when we were all out of bed at 4 a.m. to see what Santa had left beneath the tree. I don't even have a tree this year. It's lame, I know, but the cost and the mess outweighed the tradition and decor values.

I scored quite a few pairs of socks and underwear this year, and I'm quite happy to have them. Of course, I think the best gift is having my family here -- especially since my mom is insisting on cooking and cleaning. I haven't eaten this well in months.

Of course, it's not all joy. The family is smaller this year. The ex is gone as are all the in-laws. At moments that still makes me sad. Also, last night my grandfather had a stroke. He's in the hospital in Amarillo, and supposedly doing OK, but now we're all wishing we'd decided to go to the Panhandle, so we could have been with him. Of course, with the stress of having all of us there, he might have had a large stroke instead of just a small stroke, so maybe it's best that we stayed home. I don't know.

Overall it's been a good Christmas. We spent today throwing the football around in the yard and grilling hamburgers. Then my brother-in-law brought over his Xbox, and we spent the whole evening fighting each other in some Star Wars game and killing each other in Halo 2. I suck so bad at that stuff. I haven't had a video game system since the Sega Genesis, and we only had two games for that -- Jurassic Park and Evander Holyfield's Boxing.

Tomorrow is my parents' last day in town, so I'm going to make sure I get up before 11 a.m. I've also got a ton of errands to run, bills to pay, etc. I want to make sure I get that done, so I can spend the rest of my precious few days off enjoying myself.

I hope everyone had a happy holiday, and to those of you whom I can no longer just call to say hello, I hope you had an extra-special Christmas.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

I LOVE Holiday Traffic

So I left the house this morning at 6:30, AND I had to stop for gas. I still got to work by 7:10. Do you know what time I usually get to work when I leave at 6:30? Somewhere close to 7:50. Of course, there's commuting karma at work here. It all has to balance. Yes, I had a great commute, but for the Universe to keep from exploding, everyone in New York had a suck-ass commute due to the transit strike. Sorry New York.

I'm almost sad we're not working next week just because the traffic would be so light -- almost.

We had a production meeting about doing the next three episodes of From the Rooftop last night. It seems PBS and other stations really want a set of six shows. Apparently three shows just aren't marketable enough. Of course, there were only three Matrix movies. There were only three Indiana Jones movies. Originally there were only three Star Wars movies. Eventually, they broke down and made six, but I think we all saw how bad that turned out. I guess the Rooftop is already bad, so there's no shame in going ahead and making six.

My episode ideas didn't quite go over as well as I thought they would. I had this idea for a show about a wobbly table. I don't think everyone saw the humor of the wobbly table. I mean, just the word "wobbly," it's funny. Oh well.

My brother's showing up tonight, and my parents are showing up tomorrow night. It's going to be a crowded house. I haven't quite figured out everyone's sleeping arrangements yet since I don't think I actually have that many blankets. We may actually have to sleep in shifts. That kind of shortens the amount of family time we'll be spending together, but then again, it shortens the amount of family time we'll be spending together.

Time for work.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Christmas Party Weekend

It's been a weekend of Christmas festivities. Friday night Arick's friends were throwing a big feast/party. It sounded like fun, so I just caught a ride from him afterwork to pick up some food, Secret Santa gifts, etc. We were going to hang out and then go to the party. The catch was, he had to go to a press check at Disc Pro before we could go to the party. Then that kept getting delayed, so suddenly it's almost 10 p.m. and we're still at Disc Pro. Then T-Bone shows up for his press check, which isn't going to happen until 11:00 at the earliest because everything's running late. Well, I decide to hang with T-Bone and keep him company while Arick goes on to the party, and then T-Bone could drop me off after the press check. Well, the press check took FOR-E-VER. So I don't get to the party until close to 1:00 a.m. Everyone's walking out as I'm walking in. There's one girl left in the apartment, but she's cute and seems friendly enough, so we start talking. She teaches fourth grade and was telling me about her students and we're talking about what she does for fun, etc. Seemed like we were really clicking. Well, I really want to ask her out, so I ask if she's seeing anyone. There's silence and she looks at me like I'm completely retarded. She's like, "I live here with my fiancee who is sitting over there. We're the ones who hosted the party." I felt like an idiot. Of course, it's not like Arick bothered introducing me to anyone when I got there. Thanks a lot ass!

So the company Christmas party was last night at Hotel Derek by the Galleria. It was so swank. We had gambling, dancing, etc. I won $17,000 in fake money playing blackjack, but one guy actually made $84,000 or something like that. The door prizes were LCD TVs, iPod Nanos, and HP printers. I don't think the printers went over quite as well as the TVs and the iPods, but hey, they were free. Of course, I didn't win anything. I just had way too many Jack and Cokes and almost tripped my boss on the dance floor twice. (Sorry about that.)

I've wasted today nursing the hangover and watching episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm. This season three DVD is so much better than season one. I haven't seen season two yet.

I tried to go to Chick-Fil-A for lunch ... forgot it was Sunday. I'm an idiot.

Friday, December 16, 2005

I guess I was sleepy

So I went home last night. I passed up drunken ice skating with everyone from the office at The Galleria because I had plans to go out later. Well, I walk into my bedroom, check my e-mail, and decide to take a nap. I guess it was about 1:30 a.m. I woke up freaking out that I was late for work or something. Then I realized it was 1:30 a.m., turned off the lights, took off my shoes (which I hate falling asleep in because my feet get so freaking hot), and went back to bed.

Exciting story, I know. But here's another exciting story -- we're going to shoot three more episodes of From the Rooftop in February. I've some golden ideas for this round. GOLD, I tell YOU!

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Santa might be Irish

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So the writer that sits next to me at work got 70 pounds of potatoes left on her desk by her Secret Santa this morning.

Being recently engaged, there was a message on her computer that said, "Now you can have an Irish wedding."

She's Jewish and her fiancee is Indian, so I don't really know what that means -- except that stereotyping Irish people is fun.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Back to the Grind

And I don't mean the dance-party show on MTV. I wonder if anybody remembers that show. It was so annoying because I only had a small window of time when I got home from school in the afternoons before my mom got home. I wasn't allowed to watch MTV, so I wanted to see as many videos as possible before she showed up. Unfortunately, The Grind would be on, and I'd just have to watch stupid people dancing. Such a waste of life. Thank goodness the camera operators at least knew enough to zoom in on the hot chicks.

Anyway, I've been writing up a storm since I got back to work. It's all about the breakfast. I was flipping through a power point presentation today about bacon, and I guess I never realized bacon was the pig's stomach. Then what I really never realized is that they leave the teats on there. I love bacon, but that slide showing the hook and the teat was really disturbing me. I don't want to eat a pig's nipples. Now I'm going to be looking for them every time I eat bacon. Plus, to make things worse, I got a BLT at lunch and there was something wrong with that bacon. It was so hard I thought I chipped my tooth. It's like, damn, I just wanted a tasty sandwich, but instead I end up crunching down on some petrified pig nipple. So upsetting.

The Notebook was on tonight. I'd seen it once before, but I'm such a sucker for movies like that. Let's just say I'm glad my roommate is working tonight because otherwise it might have been awkward when I finally cracked at the end. Something about those summer romances that will really do you in.

I'm headed to bed. It's another big day at work tomorrow, and Jace and I are planning to hit open mic night at the Howling Coyote again.

Friday, December 09, 2005

Secret Santa strikes again!!!

My office is hardcore about Secret Santa. I've been on vacation all week, so I haven't kept up with who's gotten what at all. In fact, the whole thing had kind of slipped my mind -- at least until I opened the mailbox last night. My Secret Santa mailed me a gift from the office. It's a book called, "Voodoo Child, The Illustrated Legend of JImi Hendix." It tells the story of his life in the form of a graphic novel, and it's got a C of previously unreleased music with it. I'm very impressed with my Secret Santa. However, the handwriting on this gift doesn't quite match up to the handwriting on either of the two previous books. I'm 99% certain that Santa is a guy though. All the handwriting and gifts selected were very guy-esque. (I'm the editor, and I say, yes, guy-esque is a word. And yes you ALWAYS hyphenate it.)

I spent last night hanging out at Swig. I was hoping to meet a nice girl (translated HOT) to invite to my office Christmas party since my first choice shot me down. For some reason I just kept attracting dudes. I don't know what that's about.

I picked up a new harmonica today in the key of E. The one I learned to play on back in the day is a key of C. I don't know why they even manufacture them in that key. It's utterly useless. I mean, really, who plays in key of C? Nobody. ESPECIALLY not blues. It's all in E or A or G, maybe even D. Definitely not C.

Jace had cable installed this morning. On one hand, I'm thrilled. On the other hand, I worry that I'll be even more lazy and less productive than I was before. Have I already discussed this? Seems like familiar territory.

Off to play guitar.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Blue Eyes

I never promised it would be good, but here's what my dabblings in the music room produced: Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain

My roommate's going to throw some lead guitar and fills in there. I'll repost when I update it.

Vacation: Day 6

Last night Jace and I went to The Howling Coyote for the Wednesday night open mic blues jam. Frank, the guy who hosts it, is one of the most amazing guitarists I've ever seen. Of course, the guy's been making his living playing guitar for like 30 years, so what do you expect?

Anyway, I wouldn't really call my music "blues," but I went up and played a few originals. They came off pretty well considering I'd never met the bass player or the drummer until the moment we all stepped on stage. Then after I did my songs we launched into "Ramble On" and ended with "Hey Hey What Can I Do." It was fun.

After I left the stage this old lady came over, and was like, "That was amazing." Then she hugged me. Does that count as groupie action?

Howling Coyote has a much older crowd than most of the other places in Spring, so we talked to Frank for a couple minutes after we played, and then we went over to open mic at Acadia. I've never played open mic at Acadia or Fountainhead just because the bands there are so heavy/punk. I just don't know that my melodic verses and lyrical genius would be recognized in those settings. I definitely couldn't do one of my slow songs like "She Dreams."

What cracks me up is that at all these open mic nights, there's always some nerdy friend of a band who gets up and sings one song. Like, last night three of the guys from Revolution were just jamming out and Kareem was laying down all these mean leads. Then once they'd played all these fast, hard songs. They stay on stage and play "Glycerine" by Bush, so their chubby friend can come up and sing it. Then there was another band that did some weak-ass song, so their friend could come up and sing it.

I'm so tempted to be an open-mic dick and just learn all those songs that the friends sing and play them as my own set. It would probably only be funny to me, but I'd like to look out at their faces to watch their reactions as I burn through the only songs they know. Why am I always so spiteful? I should stop spiting people.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Vacation: Day 5

Note to self: Do not accept shots from strangers no matter how large their breasts may be.

I went out to Swig last night. My friend Jinx and a bunch of the bartenders that work there were just there hanging out, so what I had planned to be just a light night turned into a heavy night. Then this girl Vanessa who is training to be a chef kept buying me shots while we talked about food. Who knew all that writing I've done for SYSCO Foodservice would ever have an application in a social context? I woke up this morning feeling like absolute crap, but completely thankful that I at least didn't have to go to work. I finally rolled out of bed about 2:00 and watched General Hospital while I ate lunch.

I'm going to go into the music room now and record something. No promises that it will be good, but I'll post whatever I end up with.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Vacation: Day 4

I still haven't been productive. I got up this morning and worked out. Then I had lunch and watched a bunch of "Curb your Enthusiam" episodes. Then I picked up my car and washed it. It's so weird washing your car in the winter. It always seems like a summer thing to do. You strip down, lather on some suncreen, turn up the garage radio and go wash the car. It was even better if your significant other was in her bikini or a little t-shirt and daisu dukes out there helping.

BUT, the car still gets dirty in the winter. I guess I just never washed my old car in the winter. I can't remember ever doing it. But today I bundled up and washed the car. It wasn't sexy at all. I didn't even bother turning on the radio. However, the car is clean now, so that's a plus.

I played some guitar after that. Then I watched Oprah. She and some panel of guests/specialist were talking about waxing sensitive areas of the female body. Anyway, this one lady claimed on a pain scale of 1 - 10, waxing the bikini area was an 8.5. The whole audience of frumpy, middle-aged soccer moms gasped and put their hands over their mouths in shock and horror. Thanks a lot Oprah. Every woman in America is going to remember what was said on your show, and I'm going to be fighting through jungles for the next five years.

Probably heading to Swig tonight, and tomorrow night it's blues night at the Howling Coyote.

Ok, seriousness start NOW

I spent another day doing nothing, but playing guitar and watching movies. I saw Blade 3. Jessica Biel is so hot in that. Except I hate the way her character had to make a new playlist on her iPod every time she wanted to fight vampires. That was pretty ridiculous. Also, a girl could never really fight like that because they're just so much inherently weaker than guys. BUT, I'll suspend my disbelief for Jessica Biel because she looked so good doing it.

So tomorrow I'm going to get serious, and I'm either going to wake up and start recording or wake up and start writing a script. Either way, I just want something to show for my time off.

Thursday I have a meeting with the From the Rooftop guys to discuss a new episode. They talked to some guy at PBS, and I think they've been advised to take it into more of a talk show format. We'll have to see what we can do with that. I've been kind of brainstorming on it all day, but have yet to have any real inspiration.

I'm going to bed.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Vacation: Day 3

I'm a little disappointed in this whole vacation thing so far. I did nothing yesterday, but run errands. I haven't even been out yet. Every night I keep thinking I'll go out. Then I fall asleep. So lame.

This morning hasn't gone so well either. I got up and took my car to Firestone for a safety inspection (which was like three months overdue) and an estimate on fixing the oil leak. Of course, there was a wait, so I decided to just leave it there and hike back home. That's cool because it's less than a mile away, and I figure the hike gives me an excuse not to work out today. However, when I got home I realized I left my keys and my garage door opener at Firestone.

Let me tell you, there's nothing like breaking into your own house at 9:30 a.m. Luckily I am fairly skilled at B&E, so I got inside.

I had some Super Golden Crisp for breakfast this morning. I haven't bought cereal in forever, but for some reason I decided to buy some yesterday. I had three bowls last night and two more this morning. It's making my pee smell funny. Asparagus also makes my pee smell funny. That makes me wonder if there's asparagus in Super Golden Crisp.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Vacation: Day Two

I actually got myself out of bed today -- not until 11:00, but still, that's better than yesterday. I had some toast and spent about 30 minutes on the elliptical trainer. Not a bad start. Then I made myself sit down and pay bills. That's two responsible things in a row today. I think I'm going to shower, go get my hair cut, and grab some groceries. Tomorrow morning I need to get a safety inspection done on the car. At that point, I think I will be completely finshed with all responsibilities for the week. Well, except for my duties as secret sants -- or have they already been done? I don't know.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

I'm on vacation!!!!

So I started my week of vacation in grand fashion by sleeping all day. Well, not ALL day, but most of it. I woke up around noon and watched "City of God." Then I went back to bed until Jace woke me up at 4:45. It was a long night and an even longer week.

I had a ton of work this week. That's the way it always goes. You can never just float into a vacation, you have struggle every last inch of the way until you get there. I feel bad for everyone at the office next week. There's a bunch of us out burning our last few days of freedom before we lose them for the year.

Last night I went to Warren's with Drew after work for happy hour, and a few people from the office joined us. Then around 8:00 we all migrated to the bar & grill next door for some burgers. Then we hit the Flying Saucer and met more people from work at 9:45 or so. I finally left around 1 a.m., and somehow I got turned around as to which door of the Flying Saucer we had come in, so I struck out for my car in the wrong direction. I think I'd walked around 10 blocks before the hustle and bustle of downtown disappeared. I realized it was just me and the homeless hanging around. I finally stopped and asked directions from a parking attendant who was ticketing a car. After walking back the opposite direction another 15 blocks or so, I finally found my car.

We had a very cute temp working the phones this week. All the single guys in the office were turning on the charm. Too bad she was lesbian. She came out to the Flying Saucer and brought her partner. It was a good time. I'm wondering if she and her girlfriend might become part of the normal hang out crowd. Who knows?

I've got some options as to what to do with my week off. The first is to pack up and go camping or something. Camping alone isn't very fun though. Leo is looking for a new script to slate now that Necrophobia is in post production. I could shut myself in the bedroom and spend the week writing. I just need a good plot. I've also got this song a wrote a little while back, and Thomas said he'd shoot a video for it if I'll re-record it. I could spend the week in the music room laying down tracks on that, and really putting some time into making a quality recording.

Of course, with all those options what are the chances my agenda continues to be: bed, couch, bar, bed, bar, couch, bed, couch, bar, etc.

Meanwhile the holiday season is taking its toll on me. On one hand, I always like Christmas. On the other hand, this is the first Christmas in a long time where I'm going to be alone. We'll see how that goes.

This local band called Alfred's Chorus is playing tonight. I caught them one at Acadia and really liked their style, so I'm going to go check out the show.

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Out of Time

Sorry for the lack of updates, but all I've done for the last two days is write. I didn't get home until 8:00 tonight, and so I watched TV and ate dinner for an hour then it was back to writing. I'm crashing now, so I can get back to it very early tomorrow.

I can't wait for vacation next week.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

In the holiday spirit!

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Why do I take so much pleasure in harassing the dogs? I don't know. Maybe it's because they react so well. We spent half an hour Saturday night putting these reindeer antlers on them and trying to take a picture. Maggie would actually wear hers for a while because she was so focused on getting a treat. Buck on the other hand did not want them on his head. He'd paw his off and then run over to Maggie and pulls hers off too. Then he'd run laps around the yard with the antlers in his mouth playing keep away with us. Those dogs are hours of entertainment.

So believe it or not, we actually talked my mom into going with us to Juarez Saturday. She did well until we stopped to eat. Then just the thought of eating in Mexico made her sick. She didn't touch a bit of the food. The rest of us got the buffet. I thought it was pretty good, but my brother freaked out over the fact that there were potatoes in the tacos.

I picked up a cool shirt, and a big Mexican blanket. The bootleg Hard Rock and Harley Davidson shirts were cracking me up. You can buy a Hard Rock Cafe shirt in every shop in Juarez.

A word of advice, if you take the trolley across, skip all the stops until you get to the market. They're all selling the exact same crap, but there's a ton of competing booths in the market, so you can haggle stuff WAY down. If I could do it again, I'd take the trolley to the market, go walk around downtown, then go back to the market and drink with some sexy latinas until the trolley showed back up. (Yes, I would rather drink cerveza with sexy latinas instead of politely sipping a diet coke with my mother.)

I'm glad to be back in Houston. I did all my laundry as soon as I got home. I'm off to figure out what I'm doing with my evening.

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Thanksgiving in El Paso

I made the trip to El Paso to visit my parents for Thanksgiving. I think it was the first time that my brother, my sister, and myself have been somewhere together for a holiday in at least two years. It's definitely the first time I've travelled anywhere for a holiday in five years because at the newspaper we only got the day of the holiday off. I'm REALLY looking forward to a full week of vacation this Christmas.

I got a voicemail from Mark Hayter yesterday. Something about someone in North Carolina being interested in From the Rooftop. I'm a little bit excited -- but trying not to be. What's in North Carolina? Even if it's nothing I guess it still gives us an excuse to get together and write some more episodes, which is half the fun anyway.

I went and saw "Good Night and Good Luck" last night. It was about Ed Murrel and CBS taking on Senator Joseph McCarthy in the 1950s. Very interesting movie. They used all the old newsreels of McCarthy and the Congressional hearings. Definitely not geared for the teeny-bopper crowd, so it probably won't make much money, but a good flick nonetheless.

We're trying to decide what to do today. So far options have been golf or hiking through the Franklins. I suggested we go to Mexico, but anytime anyone mentions Mexico my mom flips out and says we'll all get murdered. Now we're talking about driving to the Guadalupes. I guess it all depends on what time my brother finally gets out of bed.

Monday, November 21, 2005

When two dummies met

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I walked into work this morning to find this scene arranged behind my desk. It made me laugh.

Strange Weekend

I had a weird weekend. I met three people from myspace. It started with happy hour. Some people from the office and I went to 6th Street Bar & Grill in the Heights because Victoria from Myspace in the manager. Now, she lured me there with the promise of comp cards, etc. Did she deliver? No. And I bought a round. Somehow two beers and two whiskeys came out to $28. I don't think we'll be going back there.

Anyway, happy hour turned into four hours, and at 10:00 I got an invite to the Rice end-of-year soccer party from Betsy the Myspace BFFFF soccer lesbian. So I went to Little Woodrows and met up with Betsy and her friends. Betsy, you're hilarious. If you weren't lesbian, I'd be all over you. Let's karaoke soon!

My night could have been complete at that point, but I walked into Little Woodrows and there were my old TAMU Rec Center lifeguard friends. I hadn't seen them in forever. So, I ditched Betsy and the Rice party and went to Deco with the Aggies. Deco seems pretty classy, but it's not really my scene. There was this gorgeous girl dancing by herself, so I walked up and said, "Excuse me, but your extremely sexy dancing is distracting from my drinking." I thought this would make her laugh, but she was either high or retarded because she said, "I'm sorry," and sat down. Yes, I'm THAT smooth.

Anyway, Saturday was devoted to house cleaning. I had showings scheduled starting at 9:00, so I was up at 8:00 cleaning. I scrubbed the whole house down and did the yard, but nobody showed up until 11:45. I hate showing my house. People touch my stuff. They want to play my guitars. They want to beat on my drums. They want to mess with my Bowflex. They want to mess with my computers. I'm like, get the fuck out. However, I hold my tongue. I left for a while, but I ran out of places to go and errands to run by 2:30 and they kept showing up until almost 4:00. That's really annoying too because Saturday is my only day to chill out and I can't even do that because people keep showing up. I hate my commute, but I may hate selling my house more. I can't decide.

Saturday afternoon I had lunch at Goodson's Cafe and met Dana from Myspace. That girl is TALL -- and she's flunking college Algebra. Shame on you Dana. Do some practice problems and show your work on the test!

Saturday night I saw "Walk the Line." Good movie, but it's eerie how much Johnny Cash's first marriage seemed like mine. Mine just didn't last as long.

Sunday I slept until noon and then watched "American Psycho" with Jace. That's a freaky movie. Was it all in his head? I don't know. If it was, why were they painting that apartment? What went on?

It's a busy week at work. We've got two writers on vacation, so we're all pulling our weight and more. Just two more days until the break. I can't wait to see my parents and Buck.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Fighting the Funk

Life's been better the last week or so. Things are looking up. Doors are opening. I still don't like not knowing whether or I'm going to sell the house, but I'm trusting that everything will work out the way it's supposed to.

I should be happy, right? I'm trying to be. I just keep getting in this funk.

You know, the heart is a funny organ. It's like when it gets hurt, it never really heals. It just kind of scars up, and you go on with your life doing your best not to think about it. But everytime it scars, it doesn't quite work as well as it did before.

I spent the whole evening working out trying to wear my body down enough that my mind will let me sleep tonight. I can't decide if I want to go drink or if I should stay home and try to go to bed.

I guess I'll call Arick and see if I've got a wingman.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

An old-timey radio show

One of my friends just approached me with the idea of producing an old-timey radio show. I know they have a radio theatre here in Houston where you can go and watch voice actors put on a murder mystery just like they used to do on the radio in the 20s and 30s. However, I'm just not sure whether or not there's a market or an audience for this. Of course, it sounds interesting, so I'm sure I'll do it anyway.

In the meantime, "From the Rooftop" is actually getting some airplay on Nassau Bay Television. I don't know why, when, or how often, but it's nice to hear that something productive came out of our showing at the Gulf Coast Film Festival.

The Necrophobia shoot wrapped around 1:30 a.m. Sunday night. It made for a long, tiring weekend, but how often do you get the chance to become a zombie?

I had to go to court this morning to testify in my divorce hearing. The judge signed off on everything, so I guess it's all final. I'm just not allowed to marry anyone for another 30 days. I don't think that's going to be a problem.

I spent the evening practicing guitar and then grabbed some Mexican food with Jace. I even got a little weight-lifting in.

Tomorrow is our Thanksgiving pot-luck lunch at work. I just bought a pie. It's lame, I know, but I own very little in the way of cooking utensils. In fact, the other day I was wondering if I could boil spaghetti in the coffee pot. While I think it IS feasible, I decided to just buy a pot instead.

I'm off to bed.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Brains ARE good!!!

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I spent the day on the set of Necrophobia. It took over three hours in the makeup chair to transform me into a zombie. During this process I learned two things, I hate contacts and I hate dentures.

We had red contacts to get that authentic "undead" effect. I've never worn contacts before, so it was a task getting them in. Then the right one was hurting all night. Not fun. Oh, and when I started poking myself in the eyes trying to get the contacts in, it made my nose start running like a faucet. That sucked because I couldn't blow it or even wipe it because it would screw up the makeup. The director was like, "Oh, I love that, go with it." So I'm the snotty zombie.

They have us these dentures that fit over your teeth, but of course, they didn't stick worth crap because denture cream sticks to your gums, not your teeth. It was impossible to talk with them in, and my teeth and gums are still hurting even though I took them out over two hours ago.

It was an interesting experience, but I'm not too stoked about having to do all this makeup again tomorrow. I couldn't imagine working on a show like Buffy or Star Trek or something where you'd have to put this much makeup on every single day. I don't think I could do it. I'd much rather be professionaly goodlooking.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Weird stuff I saw today

I went to Cafe Adobe for lunch with T-bone, and I don't know if it was just the ambiance of Cafe Adobe creating weird stuff or if the world in general was just weird today.

Anyway, we saw an old lady stab herself in the eye with a fork. She did it hard. She was crying. I guess the lesson learned is, if you tend to wave your arms wildly while telling a story, put down any pointy objects before you start talking.

After that I looked over to my left, and this big grackle had a whole bunch of Sweet & Low packets, and he was tearing them open and eating all the sugar out of them. His beak was all covered in white powder. He looked like a total cocaine addict -- except if the cocaine addict was a bird. It was funny. He was really good at tearing open the packets.

I was so tired today I came home right after work, and if it wasn't for the fact that I'm waiting on my sheets to dry, I'd so be in bed by now. My friends from work called me at 9:00 to see if I wanted to go out with them, but I just couldn't muster the energy to drive back downtown from Spring.

I lifted tonight and was able to go full weight with very minimal wrist pain. I'm enthused that I'm actually healing. Especially since Geico called today to remind me I had no medical coverage.

I sat down to read for a few minutes while I was waiting on laundry tonight, and since the date was 11-11, I decided to flip my Shakespeare anthology to 1111. It happened to be the scene from The Jew of Venice where Morocco chooses the gold casket in hopes of winning Portia's hand in marriage. Instead he finds a skull and this poem:

All that glitters is not gold;
Often you have heard that told;
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold.
Gilded tombs do worms infold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, and judgement old.
Your answer had not been enscrolled.
Fare you well; your suit is cold.
Cold indeed and labour lost.
Then farewell heat, and welcome frost.

Did I make the mistake of choosing the golden casket? I know I ended up with the frost.

I'm going to bed. I've got to go act like a zombie tomorrow for the Necrophobia shoot. It should be fun. It's the first acting I've done since we shot From the Rooftop back in February.

Second Place

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Last night was the last volleyball games of the season. We rolled our way into the semis. Our first game was at 8:30 against a team that we hadn't actually played before because we were originally scheduled to play them the week Rita hit, so all games that week were cancelled. Their players had a real attitude problem and kept scooping the ball, so after about the fourth time they illegally scooped a serve our team captain started calling them on it. However, he has no social skills, so he came off very abrasive. This made things tense, which led to one of their punk-ass players getting all chesty, so I had to step up and settle things down. Of course, I stepped up thinking all my friends are out here, I'm sure they've got my back. I saw them all kind of slink away behind me. Nice.

Anyway, I got the situation resolved, and we went one and won the semis. However, "The Knockers" beat the crap out of us in the finals. They had this one guy who served like 12 straight points on us. Our back line just couldn't handle his power.

I'm pretty happy with second place. Last year we were dead last, so this is a vast improvement. I'm thinking next season I may try fours instead of sixes. I guess it just depends if I can find some good teammates.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

When Zombies Attack

I just got a call from one of my producer friends. They need "special zombies" for a shoot this weekend. I thought I was done with acting and music and would just focus on my writing for a while, but opportunities have suddenly started popping up again. One of my other friends heard a song I wrote a couple months ago last week and liked it so much he wants to make a video. The catch is, I have to find some decent musicians to learn and re-record the song with me, so that we have a decent recording for the video. Everything has to be shot in sync with that track, so it needs to be really good. I just haven't had time to try and find other musicians yet.

Anyway, the zombie thing this weekend should be fun. Apparently there's going to be all sorts of make up and prosthetics. However, it does put a damper on attending the art show I was planning to go to with all my friends from work Saturday night.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

The days are too short

The days are absolutely flying by this week. I've been so tired. My goal for tonight was to be in bed by 9:00 to catch up on my sleep, but obviously that didn't happen. I did however spend a much-needed 30 minutes of quality time on the elliptical trainer. I've been eating Halloween candy by the fistful, and I haven't really worked out since the motorcycle accident, so it's time to kick things back into gear.

The volleyball team has rolled their way into the semis. We play tomorrow night at 8:30. If we win that game, we then play in the finals at 9:30. I missed the last two games. Hopefully I'll make the one tomorrow night, and we'll bring home the title! I wonder if there's a plaque or anything. I could win it for a plaque. It would also be nice to drink champagne out of those big trophies with a couple of bikini models. I don't know if co-ed recreational league is going to spring for the models -- or the champagne.

I got my 1GB XD card for my new camera in the mail yesterday. I should never run out of memory again. Now if I could just find something to take a picture of. Oh, but did I mention that I was actually able to sell the broken camera to some guy for $20? I think he really just wanted the smartmedia card, but hey, $20 for my trash is a deal any day of the week. I should post more of my broken stuff on craigslist.

Anyway, tomorrow is one of my friend's birthdays, but the old birthday song is so boring. I penned her this little ditty tonight in hopes of making her day a little more special. She deserves it.

Well, it's off to bed, and then back to the grind tomorrow.

Monday, November 07, 2005

Incredibly Quick update

I got the TV to stop speaking Spanish. If you go three menus deep into the A/V main menu it says "Listen in:" and you can choose "Mono," "Stereo," or "SAP." It was set to SAP. I got that corrected.

Fixed my notebook. I talked to a friend who knew how to disconnect the monitor, so I finally got it completely disassembled yesterday. I cleaned and reseated everything. Now it works again. AND I know how to take a notebook apart. It's always such a feeling of accomplishment when you work on something, and you're actually able to fix it instead of break it worse. (I usually break it worse, so this feels really good.)

My little brother was in town all weekend. We jumped in the 1966 Ford and went off to investigate Supernatural phenomenon. (Not really, but that would have been cool.) We just hung out and drank. Then Maxim Magazine was holding this party/model search at my roommate's bar, so we went down there Saturday night. It was a bit overhyped.

I spent Sunday cleaning and working. Not fun. However, I did manage to sell my surfboard which has been sitting in my garage for 10 years on craigslist. I also found someone to haul off my broken washing machine. I love craigslist. At lunch I'm selling some guy my broken camera. Why do people want broken shit? I don't know.

It's time to work. More details later.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Television MADNESS

So Jace brought his big 60" TV when he moved in. Tonight I finally sat down and programmed the universal remote to work with it, set the channels, etc. Well, something VERY strange happened. Suddenly, all my network stations were in Spanish. Pirates of the Caribbean is playing on ABC in Spanish. All the commercials are in English, but the movie is in Spanish. I start flipping channels. UPN is in Spanish. The WB has no sound at all. Fox has no sound at all.

I think, maybe things are just going haywire at the networks, so I plug the cable back into the little TV to see. Everything is suddenly English again. I plug it back into the big TV. Everything is suddenly Spanish again.

I've gone through every menu I can find. I've reset and reseeked the channels. No matter what I do, it stays Spanish. I can't figure it out.

Ay de mi. Que Suerte?!!!!

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Romeo was violent

I just finished reading Romeo & Juliet. I've seen the MTV version recently, and I've pretty much got Shakespeare in Love memorized, but I hadn't actually turned the pages of the play in a long time. I had forgotten that Romeo kills County Paris at the end. They leave that out in all the movies. I can't decide if it was just Shakespeare's trite way of racking up the death toll to create more of a tragedy or if it's that much more amazing that Romeo was willing to kill someone else just so that he could die with his love.

I've got to go to the bank tonight and drop off a night deposit. It's right by Barnes & Noble, so I may stop in and see if they have a new book that catches my eye.

My little brother's going to be in town again tomorrow for another job interview, but I don't know if I'm going to see him. Apparently the company is taking him out Thursday and Friday. Personally, if I were him, I would test their family values and say, "Sorry, I couldn't take a job with you unless you bought some free food for my brother, too." I'm so sick of peanut butter and jelly, by the way. It's all I've had for lunch for almost two weeks now. The one highlight was the Wavy Lays Augratin chips, but George ate all of those today.

Oh, and if you're wondering how many packages of Sugar Babies can be eaten in a row before total sickness -- the answer is 7. I think pack number 8 would have made me vomit for sure. (We have WAY too much Halloween candy sitting around our office.)

I'm going to go run errands, so I can get to bed.

The Pumpkins

All the entries from our 2005 Pumpkin Carving Contest are now online.

Just Cleaning

I've been living alone for a while now. I'll admit, I'm a little on the lazy side as far as cleaning goes. However, I thought I had kept the place pretty sanitary. Apparently not. My realtor called this afternoon absolutely disgusted. Needless to say I've spent the entire night cleaning. Mostly there was just a bunch of laundry laying around, but I think maybe what upset the realtor were the stack of Victoria's Secret and Frederick's of Hollywood lingerie catalogs in the kitchen. Easily explained: the ex ordered stuff from them or I ordered stuff from them for the ex. Therefore, the catalogs keep showing up. However, when you combine that with the "inflatable party doll" box in the bedroom, I start looking like a total perv. The inflatable party doll was, of course, for my Halloween costume.

BTW, those pictures can now be viewed at Just click on the folder that says "Adcetera Halloween Party." Unfortunately there's not many of me in there which always makes for an uglier batch. It's also unfortunate that the last photo my camera took before it met its demise was of doll-on-doll inflatable sex. So sad.

So I spent the evening doing laundry, scrubbing the kitchen, throwing out all suggestive/incriminating paraphenelia. Jace showed up and moved in. He brought his giant TV. Unfortunately, he doesn't have a DVD player either. Maybe I'll finally break down and buy one with some of the motorcycle insurance money. I think they're only like $30 these days.

I'm exhausted. I guess I'm going to have to finish the bedroom and the bathroom tomorrow night.

Beach volleyball playoffs start tomorrow night, but our game isn't until 9:30. I'm wondering if we're going to need jackets to play. What sucks is that my left hand still hurts from the motorcycle accident, Drew broke his toe, and Arick was out sick today. That puts half the team on the injured list. I think I can play though. I just have to talk myself into actually waiting around that late.

Supposedly Dave's in town. I don't think I'm on his agenda though.

Monday, October 31, 2005

Pumpking Carving Contest

Our office's annual pumpkin carving contest was featured on KHOU this morning. Click here to see a clip. (Mine's the shark!!!)

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Halloween Hangover

It's been an eventful couple of days. Friday morning for show and tell at our office, one of the execs brought in her fishing stuff and told a story about how she once caught a bird while fishing. Then she had a casting contest, and had prizes, etc. I totally nailed the target on my first cast. There's some perks to having grown up in the country. I won "Bruce Almighty" on DVD. That was cool because I'd never seen it. I watched it yesterday afternoon, and I swear they must have taped fights I used to have with my ex for the scenes where Jim Carrey and Jennifer Anniston were fighting. It kind of made what should have been a really funny movie pretty sad.

The company Halloween party was last night. It wasn't as crazy as Spring Fling, but still got a little rowdy. I do have pictures, but around 1 a.m. the shenanigans got out of control and now my camera is in three distinct pieces. I've been promised a new one, but it was an accident, so I'm not going to rake the guy over the coals about it. I tried holding it together to see if I could still download the pictures, but no dice. I'll take the media card to work tomorrow and copy them to CD. You'll all just have to wait for that post.

Along with the camera being destroyed, my notebook died again. I don't think it's coming back to life this time. I guess I'll check to see how much it might cost to be repaired, but it may just be time to send it to the big recycling center in the sky. I may have to resign myself to being a desktop guy for a while.

I do not feel good today. I haven't been this hungover in months. I wouldn't have drug myself out of bed if it wasn't for our office pumpkin carving contest. I had to go secure some pumpkins. It's being broadcast on Walton's World on KHOU tomorrow morinng. That's fun ... except that we have to be there at 5 a.m. That means I've got to leave my house by 4 a.m. to get there on time. Will I make it? I don't know. I have to figure out what to carve first. I bought like 6 pumpkins. Hopefully one will be a winner.

I'm going to try to eat. We'll see if soup goes down OK and work our way up from there.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

A new roomie

Well, the house is on the market, but my buddy Jace needs a place to stay, so it looks like he's moving in this weekend. It'll be nice to have some company -- at least until I get this place sold. Plus, he's got a giant TV. I love roommates with giant TVs.

I got confirmation from my claims adjuster that the motorcycle is indeed totaled. I should find out tomorrow how much I'm going to get for it. Hopefully I won't end up getting screwed because it was in perfect condition and had custom pipes, sissy bar, etc. Of course, I have no receipts for any of that since the previous owner did all the customizing, so who knows if they're even going to take that into account. This is the first time I've ever had a claim with Geico, so I don't know if they're going to be cool or act like real dicks about it.

I stopped by Swig to talk to Jace on my way home, and this bartender bought all my drinks. Despite my best efforts I've been incredibly sad lately, so I couldn't tell if she liked me or if she just felt sorry for me. She was really attractive, but she had this whole fan club of guys just to my left, so I didn't get a chance to really talk to her. Either way, it was nice of her to buy me drinks.

Last night I fell asleep at 9:00. That would have been OK if I had set the alarm, but I didn't realize I was going to bed at 9:00, so I hadn't shut off all the lights, set the alarm, etc. I woke up this morning at 7:11 and freaked because I have to leave the house at 6:30 to get to work on time. I was so late.

I'm trying to decide if I'm going to bed at 9:00 again tonight or if I want to go watch some bands at Fountainhead. I'm leaning towards the bands, but everytime I look over at the bed it seems to be more and more enticing. I think I'm getting old.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Quick update

It was a long day at work. In fact, I'm still working. I just took a break for dinner and to relax a minute. I was supposed to start Sound of Music Rehearsals this week, but if my nights continue like this I may have to drop out of that production.

The Dell lives again. I don't know why. I don't know how. I just hit the power button one last time on a whim to hear it make the pathetic whrrrhumph noise, and instead it booted up. Yes, I have backed everything up off of here. I don't know how long it's going to stay alive.

My claims adjuster finally called me today. He THINKS the motorcycle is a total loss. He still doesn't have a real estimate from the dealer, but he said maybe tomorrow he'll know. I can crash'em good, I guess.

I seriously, seriously, have to get serious about my Halloween costume. I've got some good ideas, but I don't know how complicated the components and execution are going to be. If I don't get started soon I'm going to be scrambling on Saturday and end up with something half ass. I work with the most creative and artistic people on the planet, so I CANNOT go half ass. Our theme is either a sitcom character or the number 3. If you've got any great ideas, please post them. I still don't have a date. I guess I could just be "the third wheel."

I have to get back to work.

Monday, October 24, 2005

The Dell is dead

I wish I could say things are looking up. I mean, I put in a good, honest hard-days work today. Surely that counts for something? Unfortunately my luck remains bleak. I left the office at 7:00 and met with my realtor. She estimates that I'm going to have to bring $10,000 to the table at closing to sell my house. Hold on, let me just crap that into my gold-plated toilet.

Anyway, as if that wasn't bad enough my Dell died in it's sleep last night. I thought I might be able to revive it when I got home tonight, but now the screen's not even coming on. It just makes a noise and then shuts back off. I've still got the studio computer, but I had lyrics to about 15 songs I'd written and half a movie script on the other machine that are now vaporized. Then there was the work stuff, the address books, the photos. It really sucks.

I've got to get to bed.

And my luck continues

I woke up this morning to find my notebook displaying the message, "no operating system found." Now, considering it was running when I went to bed, I'm thinking the hard drive must have died last night. Did I have everything backed up? No. This sucks.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Dark Days

It hasn't been a good day. The mind has kept traveling back to places it shouldn't go and churning up mistakes and regrets that would be best forgotten. It's one of those days where I would have no trouble pulling the trigger and splattering my brains all over the wall if it weren't for the fact that my life would be so pathetically forgotten the moment I was gone.

Upon a friend's advice I laid out in the sun, but that didn't help either. The fall weather just makes me think of the happy weekends I used to spend in Dallas enjoying this kind of weather with someone who cared about me. Now I just sit lonely and alone.

Of the two women I've ever had love me, I broke the first one's heart and destroyed her life. The second, who I thought would always stand by me, now refuses to even acknowledge my existence. Why does fate always prove so cruel?

I know I should be grateful. Some are never fortunate enough to experience love in the first place. But maybe they are actually the lucky ones -- never having to experience the hurt that always seems to follow.

I'm going to go eat another tub of ice cream and loathe myself for being such a woman.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Weekend Update

I feel bad because I haven't posted since Wednesday. Let me try to recap.

Wednesday night I worked late, and the volleyball team ended up losing all 3 games. That sucks, but apparently the opposing team was really good and had two huge guys who could really spike.

Thursday night I wanted to play open mic at Fountainhead so bad, but my wrist still hurt too much to play guitar. Instead I went out to this bar on Barker-Cypress called Sharky's Machine to visit some old friends who live in Katy. It was a cool bar. They had plasma screens playing music videos, etc. but it's so far out in the middle of nowhere I don't think I'll ever go back out there.

Friday night Rowan, Arick and myself went to happy hour at Taco Milagro after work. Somehow that turned into an all-night adventure with Arick and his friends. I didn't get home until 11 a.m. this morning. I met a hooker. That was weird. Didn't know she was a hooker. I thought she was just needing directions or something, so I started talking to her, but Arick came running over and was like, "Don't get in the car!!!" So then she saw the guys running back, so she made her sales pitch quick, and I was like, no thank you ma'am. Crazy.

I've just been bumming around the house all afternoon recuperating. Of course, I took all my bread and sandwich stuff to the office for lunches, so I was scouring my house for food. I ended up eating an entire tub of ice cream. This is not good for two reasons: I'm totally lactose intolerant, and that ice cream has been in the freezer since before the ex moved out in July.

I'm trying to figure out what to do for the game. I may just be lame and lay on my couch and watch it by myself.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005


How 'bout them Astros?!!!

Didn't see a bit of the game since I'm still at work, but hey, it's still exciting.

Another Romantic Evening at the Office

I'm at the office again. I missed both our last volleyball game of the season and The Astros game (although according to we're ahead 3-0 right now -- the Astros I mean, not my volleyball team).

I'm here with Justin tonight. Muy romantico, I know.

My wrist feels better, but all the tendons in my left arm are really sore and stiff. However, I'm still amazed that I walked away from that accident. No word yet on the bike repair estimate.

I wish I had more news, but all I've done the last 24 hours has been work, eat, sleep, repeat.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Tuesday Night at the Office

Well, I was two-and-a-half hours late to work this morning due to my motorcycle wreck. I'm still amazed at how I walked away from that more or less unscathed. I have to say, I have the best writing staff working with me. When I finally showed up they had a balloon and a pie for me. Somehow motorcycle wrecks must equate to a birthday -- except instead of getting presents you have to pay an $85 towing bill and a $500 insurance deductible. SON OF A BITCH!

My wrist is still hurting, and I can't pick up anything heavy in my left hand or there's some MAJOR pain. Luckily I've surfed a lot of Internet porn in my day, so I'm pretty adept at typing with just one hand. (Just kidding ... but not really.)

My brother showed up at my house last night and watched the Astros with me. It was pretty random because he's supposed to be at college in Stillwater, OK. Even more random was that he showed up in a Toyota Corrola with Alaska license plates. I was like WTF? Apparently it belongs to a girl he goes to school with from Alaska, and he just borrowed it because it gets like 35 mpg. He had a job interview in Fort Worth yesterday morning, and then he had one here in Houston this morning. The kid is in high demand.

I'm stuck at the office tonight waiting to proof some work the Aussie is doing. Kind of lame.

Tomorrow night is our last regular season volleyball game. If we win we'll finish first in the league. It couldn't have been worse timing for this wrist injury. However, that may not even be a factor because I have a feeling I may be stuck here with the Aussie again tomorrow night trying to finish football stuff.

Why is it me and the Aussie always end up alone at the office after hours? Not that I haven't fantasized about this scenario before ... it just wasn't him in the fantasies. (It was totally George.)

OH, BTW, last night some people were attempting to hula hoop, and I don't know if everyone here just had a deprived hoopless childhood or what, but nobody could keep the hula going for more than three spins. Anyway, I had to step up and show them how it's done. However, instead of being amazed at my mad hula hooping skills they just started mocking my form. Something about, "It looks like you're humping a dog." However, they still called for repeat performances today. I don't remember why, but as children we actually used to ride skateboards up and down our driveway while hula hooping. What can I say? I'm just a natural athlete.

I guess I'm going to go stand behind the Aussie to see if it makes him uncomfortable enough that he tells me to just go home and proof this crap in the morning.

Motorcycle Wreck

I wrecked my bike on the way to work this morning. I was vehicle number 6 in a six-car pile-up. Luckily, car number 7, which was a large white Ford Excursion, stopped just before she hit me. That would have probably ended it.

I hit the back of a Lexus, and my head bounced off his trunk, but I was wearing a helmet. I walked away without a scratch although my left wrist has started hurting pretty bad. I may go have it X-rayed after work.

Not such a good report for the bike. The front fender was destroyed, the headlights are broken, and the front forks now bend the wrong way. It doesn't roll so good anymore.

Apparently it's not my time to go yet.

Monday, October 17, 2005

A Looooooong Sunday Night and my Buzzfest Dilemma

It was a crazy Sunday. I spent the afternoon cleaning house, mowing the lawn, etc., but Sunday night Arick and T-Bone took me out on the town. Until last night I'd never actually been to a "club" in Houston. I'm more of a bar guy. Anyway, they took me to The Social. Then we went to Excobar. Then we went to Bond. Then we capped the night at Baker Street. T-Bone and I ended up in IHOP about 2:30 a.m. Ironically, I was the only one who actually made it to work by 8:00. However, today was rough. I was nursing a hangover all morning, and then trying not to fall asleep all afternoon. That's the price you pay I guess.

A funny note: My friends recognized two girls while we were out. The first one was a stripper from Colorado. The second one was a Hooters girl. What does that tell you about where my friends are spending all their free time?

Now, as to my Buzzfest dilemma. I have these incredible Buzzfest tickets, but the girl I bought them for no longer acknowledges my existence. So I asked all my guy friends if they want to go, but they've all got conflicts. I don't want to go by myself. I'm wondering if I should just take my tickets in one hand, a rose in the other, and stand outside Reliant stadium until some random stranger shows up and would like to watch some bands with me. Who cares where they come from, whether it be someplace like The Woodlands or even Austin. It would just be two strangers enjoying some music, and afterwards they'd never have to speak again. Is there any harm in that? It would be better than me standing there alone.

My little brother showed up tonight. He's in Houston for a job interview, so we're hanging out and watching the Stros. Hopefully they're going to get it together and win this one, so we can finally get to a World Series.

I'm definitely crashing as soon as this game is over. Arick and T-Bone kept me out way too late last night.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

My Gecko Left

So about two weeks ago I noticed a little gecko in the front bathroom bathtub. Since I'm the only one living here and nobody ever comes to visit me up here on the northside, that bathroom never gets used. So every other day or so for the last two weeks, I'd stop in and say hi to the little gecko and run some water in the bathtub for him, so he'd have moisture if he needed it. Then on Wednesday night, he was gone. I checked again last night and he was still gone. Then this morning I walked into the living room and he was sitting right in the middle of the entryway staring up at me. I walked over to him, opened the front door, and he ran out. It's probably best that way. I'm sure he'll go meet a nice gecko girl and have a big gecko family someday.

In other news, this week was really busy. Club Monkey finally posted the volleyball standings. The team we're tied with also lost one game this week, so we're both vying for first place with 14-4 records. We play the second place team this coming Wednesday. It's the last game of the regular season, so if they beat us, it's going to knock us out of first and into third. Then playoffs start the week after that. Playoffs are fun because instead of just playing one match a night, you just keept playing until you lose 2 out of 3 to someone.

Friday, October 14, 2005

Since U Been Gone

I have a tendency to go way overboard when it comes to stupid pranks or jokes to make people laugh. Anyway, our office has this iPod listening station that plays in the lobby, and they asked us to all upload our favorite songs for it by 10:00 this morning. Well, I was like, what can I put on there that will crack up everyone in the office? The answer? I stayed up all night recording a cover of Kelly Clarkson's "Since U Been Gone." Yeah, it's not even that good, but it's made three people laugh already this morning, so it was worth it.

In retrospect it would have probably come off funnier to do a Britney cover, but we've got some Clarkson fans in the office, so I knew someone would definitely hit play on "Since U Been Gone."

Thursday, October 13, 2005

I've only been home to sleep

The last two days have been LOOOOOOONG. I’ve only been home to sleep.

Tuesday a client brought Neil Diamond tickets into the office, and so six of us went to The Tavern after work and then onto the concert.

I made everyone mad at me at The Tavern because we had this really cute waitress, and all the frustrated guys were enjoying ogling her. Anyway, I started chatting her up a little—complementing her salesmanship, and she was telling me that she’d worked there for six months now. So then I asked if she had aspirations above The Tavern, and she was like, of course, and started telling me all about how she was studying to be a Physician’s Assistant and maybe eventually go to medical school, etc. Maybe I was just feeling overconfident or maybe it was the fourth pitcher of beer, but then I came back with, “That’s good because I couldn’t see myself dating someone who’s just a waitress.”

Well, she turned red, and said something like “me neither” and then rushed off NEVER to return to the table. She just stood over at this other table talking to some other guys and they all kept looking back at us. One of my friends actually had to go find her to get our bill. Yeah, the guys from the office are still harassing me over that one. I think I got asked if I “had aspirations” about 30 times yesterday.

However, despite our little incident at The Tavern, Neil ROCKED. Yeah, old men can rock too. The thing about Neil is that he found his niche. I still haven’t found my songwriting niche. Am I rock? Am I country? Am I pop? I don’t know. I’ve got to figure out what I do. Then maybe when I’m 70 I’ll still have 25-year-old throwing their panties on stage for me.

Yesterday pretty much sucked. While I at least didn’t wake up naked in Neil’s hotel room, it was still hell dragging myself out of bed. I had to get to work early to proofread a computer selection guide. Then I ended up being stuck there until 8:00 last night proofreading a foodservice catalog.

I drove straight from the office to volleyball, and got there just in time for our 8:30 game. We won two out of three, which is good, but last week we were tied for first with a 12-3 record. Now we’re 14-4. So if the other team we were tied with lost a game, we’re still tied for first, but if they won all three, we’re in second. Second’s not bad, it’s just not where I want to be.

Anyway, I didn’t go out after volleyball. I went to the grocery store. I’d been putting it off for over a week, and I was down to bread and canned soup at home. I had to get some actual food.

I don’t really like the grocery store. I wish my groceries were just delivered.

No O.C. tonight. More baseball. Hopefully the Astros won’t suck it up again.

Today is my mom's birthday. I'm taking serious flack because all I got her was an eCard. I guess I'll go find her something else after work.

Monday, October 10, 2005

The curse of musical theater

So I went to an audition tonight for The Sound of Music. Now I swore off musical theater three years ago after doing back-to-back productions of South Pacific and Footloose. However, I need to get my chops back up, and I saw that there was an audition for Sound of Music, so I figured, why not go?

I think I did well. I sang, "It had to be you." But when it came time to read, they had me reading for Captain von Trapp. Well, I'm nowhere near old enough to play the captain. I thought I'd be the telegram boy. But they had already cast an actual 17-year-old in that part, so no luck there. They ended up giving me the part of Baron Elberfield. Don't remember him? Me neither. I'm going to have to read the script and figure out who he is. I think I may pass on this one.

We had another birthday party at work today. This time they brought in a Playstation2 and hooked some sort of dance game up to it in the cafe. This thing actually had a camera on it, and so you just danced in front of the screen and it registered your moves and scored you. It was crazy. Supposedly they're bringing it to the Halloween party, so we can turn it into a drinking game.

That's all my news. Wish I had more, but I don't.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Longest game EVER!

That was the longest Astros game of all time I think. I had to stop drinking at the 12th inning because I wasn't going to be able to walk out of the bar.

Let me start from the beginning.

I got up this morning and went and played golf with two of my friends from work. Yes, I should have been in church, but the weather was so nice this weekend that I let these guys talk me into golf. So I borrowed some clubs and drove down to Sharpstown to play with them.

Since we only had 3 in our group, the club put this old guy into our group. His name was Colonel Black, and he'd been in both Vietnam and Korea. I swear he was about the coolet old guy that I'd ever hung out with. Plus, he'd been playing golf since 1968, so he had a lot of pointers to share. Believe me, I needed the pointers. I hadn't swung a club since college.

We started at 9:20, and we didn't finish until 2:45. Then we decided to grab some lunch, so we decided to go to Hooters to watch the Astros play. They were down by 5 when we got there, and they almost immediately tied it up at 6-6. Then the game just went ON and ON and ON and ON, and at the end of the 12th I was like, if I don't stop drinking and go home, I may never get there. That was at 4:30. Then the game was still going when I got home. Crazy. We won though. Whoop that.

Oh, and I'm totally sunburned from golf. When I take my shirt off it's like, "I'm not a farmer, I just enjoy the tan."

The Playhouse is holding auditions for The Sound of Music. I swore off musical theater a while back after South Pacific, but I'm really tempted. It would get my acting chops back up to par, my singing gets so much better during those shows, and it would make me quit smoking. Not that I smoke a lot, but I'd have to keep my throat healthy, so I would definitely stop all this late-night chain smoking in bars.

On the downside, the volleball season isn't over yet, and I'd totally have to bail on the team. I don't really want to do that when we're having such a great winning season. I guess I'll sleep on it and decide tomorrow.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Chasing the night

Friday was a long day at work. I got there an hour early to finish up some research I was working on, and then ended up staying about an hour late to finish proofreading a project that needed to release. We did manage to fit lunch at Hooters in there. Those graphic artists loved their Hooters.

Anyway, my buddy Arick and I decided to grab a drink after work, so we went over to Benjy's in the Village. The crowd was very old in there. So we drank, talked about life, love, work, goals, etc. Then that got boring, so Arick was like, hey, let's invite those girls over to our table. Well, that was a great idea and all, but Arick's too shy to actually go talk to anyone. That puts ALL the weight on me, and I've been out of the game for like 3 years.

Anyway, I gear up, and go chat with a couple girls at the bar. Then I talk to a couple out on the patio. Arick had a tab open, so I was of course offering to buy them drinks -- on his bill. I couldn't GIVE a damn drink away in the place.

So Arick's just sitting at our table laughing at me getting shot down. Keep in mind, I'm NOT trying to meet anyone. I'm simply trying to engage a woman in conversation and talk her into coming back to the table to talk to him.

Two hours and three beers later, still no success.

We ended up stopping at Mi Luna and Urban Outfitters since we were already in the Village, but then we headed over to The Front Porch. This place was PACKED with women, and they were all dressed to impress and scoping the guys. It was a target-rich environment. What does Arick do? He sits down at a table, and won't get up. However, he decides he likes these two girls at the bar playing video crack, so I'm like, OK, I'll go start the conversation. Give me 30 seconds, and then come over and join me.

Well, I go over and meet Brandy the dental hygienist and Wendy the flight attendant. I'm waiting for Arick. We chat some more about the weather and their jobs and my job and hobbies, and I'm still waiting for Arick. I finally ask them if they'd like to come meet him, but they're like, "if he can't make the effort to come over here and introduce himself, he's not our type of guy." So I go get him. I have to force him to get up and talk to them.

He's got nothing to say. The conversation dies. He goes and sits back down. It was so pathetic. THEN, in the car on the way home, he complains that he NEVER meets any women! (BTW, Wendy the flight attendent climbed into the lap of the next guy that bought her a drink and was making out with him when we left.)

It was like only 10:30 at this point, and my buddy Leo called because they were having a big party up here at Acadia for a bunch of people's birthdays, and they were showing the new trailer for his movie Necrophobia and the new Revolution music video. The place was packed, and the trailer and the video both looked great. You can check them out at

I finally called it a night around 1:30 and came home and slept in my sandy bed for the third night in a row. Don't worry, I'm totally washing my sheets right now.

Thursday, October 06, 2005


I was reading The Superficial this week, and I noticed that Nicolas Cage has decided to name his baby Kal-el. Yeah, it's Superman's Kryptonian name. What are celebrities thinking? Apple? Pilot? Kal-el? I can only imagine what Tom Cruise is going to name his baby now that he's impregnated Katie Holmes. Probably something nice and alien like Xenu. Or I could be wrong. Maybe he'll just go with L Ron.

I once knew someone who wanted to name their daughter Vendetta. At the time, all I could think was if you name a kid that, they're going to have a vendetta against you their entire life. But now I don't know. It's really growing on me. I think it could fly in Hollywood. But what would I name the rest of the litter?

Office Putt Putt

We moved into this HUGE office a couple weeks ago. We don't have nearly enough employees to fill it up yet, so there's a lot of extra floor space. Well, somebody brought in a golf ball, a putter, and one of those little portable hole things, so we could practice putting. Well, that was fun, but I was like, why not buy some more of these portable holes, build some ramps and windmills, and just create a complete putt putt course in the office? I mean, why not? Plus, it's great for me because I am the undisputed office putt putt champion. Sure, I may have lost at ping pong, but is ping pong even a sport? I don't think so. It's just a game. Putt putt is an actual sport -- like ultimate frisbee. I think my bosses are going to go for this. They just might have a problem when I suggest we pull up the carpet and put sand under it to make some terrain and add some texture to the course.

Speaking of sand, I totally didn't shower before I flopped down into bed last night because I forgot I'd been playing volleyball. I have got to wash sheets. If I sleep in sandy sheets two nights in a row, you know it's just the ultimate in laziness. But, I better get them off the bed right now because if I don't, I will end up flopping back down on them in about an hour.

Monkey Business

So it was this girl's birthday at work today. One of the guy's had this Barbie-themed party all worked out for her with a Good Time Barbie on the cake that was decorated like the beach, etc. However, this girl's husband had other plans for the party. He sent her a Singing Gorilla Telegram. So this MAJORLY redneck chick in a monkey suit shows up with a bouquet of balloons and a boom box. There was no actual singing involved. She just had this routine of lame jokes, and then she put on a song and danced around. Except she had to have someone help her with the boombox because she couldn't hit the buttons in her gorilla gloves. I was like, "Someone with opposable thumbs to the boombox quick!" Then she jumped up on this shelving while she was dancing and slipped on a napkin, and we all thought she was going to fall over backwards and crack her head open. She didn't though -- thank goodness. All we needed was a singing gorilla lawsuit.

I laughed so hard my cheeks hurt, but the birthday girl did not take it well. She was still so mad at her husband when she left the office. The best part is we got it all on video, so I'm sure it will get digitized and start circulating the office network.

Other than that my day was pretty uneventful. Just research and deadlines.

Costume ideas

Our office throws MAJOR parties. Or maybe the people at my office just know HOW to party. I'm not sure. But I do know Halloween is one of the two best holidays of the year. The other is 4th of July, and it's only the best if you're on the lake with your friends. Otherwise it's pretty lame. However, Halloween is always good.

The costume theme for our office Halloween party was announced today. It is "sitcom characters." At first, I was disappointed. I thought, shit, most sitcom characters look and dress normal, and I'm way too tall to be Alf. Then I started thinking more and more. You can still do monsters if you pull them out of the Munsters or the Addams Family. There's been sitcoms with cops, cowboys, cab drivers ... you name it. However, making it funny is the hard part. My first thought was Fonzy from Happy Days or maybe Uncle Jesse from Full House. Then I thought, no, how about Peg Bundy. Then I thought, no, why don't I find a partner and we can be Laverne and Shirley. I think drag is definitely going to be the way to win this contest. Then I thought, why don't I find a sexy Genie outfit and be I Dream of Jeanie. None of these are really sticking out in my head as winners though. Someone suggested I be Keith Partridge. That could be good -- especially if I could get the rest of the Partridge family together. I just don't know.

If you've got a costume idea for me, PLEASE post it in the comments. I need help!

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Another Victory

We won all three of our beach volleyball games again tonight. That puts our record at 12-3 for the season, and keeps us in first place. If the other team we're tied with lost one of their three games tonight, first place is ours, but if they won all three we're still in a tie for the lead. I'm guessing they won all three because they were playing the team we KILLED last week.

I was a little worried as we started this evening. Cruz and wife were late, so we had to start playing with just 5 people on the court as we didn't have three girls. Then second game everyone was out of it or drunk or something, and I watched from the sideline as we let them rack up an 8-0 lead. Chiki pulled a Samurai serve out of nowhere though and brought us back into the lead. I think we ended up winning that game 21-11 or something.

Next week's team should be another pushover, but in two weeks we play the other team tied for first. Prepare for a battle royale.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Tragic Comedy

So I was sitting at home re-reading Romeo & Juliet tonight for probably the tenth time, and this line jumped out at me:

"Some grief shows much of love, but much of grief shows still some want of wit."

Believe me, I have much "want of wit" these days though I'm trying hard not to let the grief overtake me. Perhaps if I had spent the last seven years studying the Bible instead of Shakespeare, my life wouldn't feel like such a tragedy. But, of course, there's always the chance that it's going to be a comedy, and we just haven't gotten to the happy ending yet. Who knows?

I watched Supernatural again tonight. It makes me want to hop in the Stang, pick up my brother, and investigate paranormal phenomenon. I could never afford the gas though. I don't know how they go driving around the country in that old gas hog on that show. Of course, the beauty of old cars that have no circuit boards is that they're immune to the effects of electromagnetic pulses. Therefore, they would supposedly be able to start right up after a nuclear blast. I'm thinking that also gives them an advantage in alien contact situations -- but I'm just making guesses at this point.

Monday, October 03, 2005

More Than Words?!!!

So I was listening to the radio a couple days ago, and I hear a boy band straining out the lyrics to an overproduced remake of "More Than Words." WHY did they have to do that? That was one of the most beautiful songs. It was the song that made me and every other seventh grader pick up a guitar in hopes of scoring with chicks. It was so perfect. Now, it's just some sort of abomination.

But speaking of songs, now that September has ended, can all you DJs out there PLEASE quit playing that damn Greenday song so much?!!! Come on, let's move on with the seasons. Maybe you could spin "November Rain" a few times for me.

More stories from the road

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Blue Steel ran excellent all the way to Fredericksburg and back. Unfortunately, I've been having this tendency to zone out while driving lately. I mean, we all do it. We get in the car, zone out, and show up at our destination - not really remembering any of the drive there.

My zoning out has gotten worse though. I don't make it to my destination. I just keep driving. There's been several times recently when I'll be coming home down I-45 and go into a zone out. I'm usually at the Rayford Sawdust exit in The Woodlands before I realize I've passed my exit. It sucks.

It sucks more when it happens on a road trip.

I zoned out in Austin when 290 merged with I-35 and completely missed the Houston turn-off. Then, not knowing I had missed it, I hit the point on I-35 where they had it closed for construction. I had to sit in gridlock traffic while we exited the freeway. Then, when it finally opened back up, I just took off heading north. It wasn't until up past Round Rock around Georgetown somewhere that I started thinking, "none of this looks familiar."

Of course, I didn't have a map, so I stopped at a gas station and asked the attendent if I was still on 290. She was like, "I don't know no 290. This is the way to Dallas."

I made the U-turn, and drove back into Austin. Sat through all the road construction going back the other way, and finally found the Houston exit.

All in all, it added about an hour and a half onto my drive home.

Yeah, I'll let you drive next time.

Bye Bye Buck

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Buck and I made the drive to Fredericksburg today. I think he knew he wasn't coming back, so he jumped the fence to rile up the neighbors one last time before we left this morning.

It was great to see my parents for the first time in months even if we only got to hang out for an hour. Buck was actually so excited he peed on my mom's leg. Yes, he sniffed her leg, then raised his own and sprayed it down. What a great way to say hello to your new family?!!!

It also happened to be Octoberfest, but as my parents don't drink, and since we had a dog with us, we just drove by -- didn't go in.

The drive home without him was kind of sad. Then I got here and expected to hear him barking, but there was just silence. Then I walked in and expected him to jump on, but there was just silence. I'm already lonely.

Goodbye Buck. I'll see you at Thanksgiving.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Road Trip

Buck and I are headed out in about half an hour to Fredericksburg. We're meeting my parents there for lunch. Then Buck's going to head home with them to El Paso. Very sad, but it'll make showing the house easier for the realtor, and maybe I can have more of a social life.

Look for us on 290. It's the silver blue 66 Mustang with the black dog hanging out of the back window.


I had a strange Saturday. I should have gotten up early and done my errands, but I didn't. I layed around the house until they rebroadcast The OC at 12:30. Then only after that did I attempt any errands.

Of course, the post office was already closed, and the bank was already closed, but I did manage to get a haircut and to drop my new blazer off at the cleaners to get the sleeve stitched up.

I spent $130 on a blazer at the GAP. I wear it twice, and somebody's like, hey your seam is open on your sleeve. Of course, I can't find my receipt - not that I'm even sure they'd exchange it after I've worn it. Those GAP people need to teach their 6-year-old slave laborers in China how to sew better. Now on top of the $130 I already paid for it, I'm having to pay another $15 to get the sleeve sewn back up.

Somehow I have knack for getting defective products. If I was to walk up to a shelf full of identically labeled boxes, I could pick up the one with the broken stuff in it. That's just how my life goes.

Anyway, I decided to buy groceries and rent a movie. Now I only have a VCR right now, but I walk into Blockbuster and the only VHS they've got in the store is Defensive Driving. I don't really want to watch that.

I decide to get The Last Samurai on DVD because Arick had been talking about it at work the other day, and I'm way behind on movies that came out on the last year or two. I think, I can watch this on my cmoputer. Well, that turned out to be a trick. I put it in, and it starts playing the sound in Windows Media Player, but not the video. Then I try Nero Showtime, that won't play it at all. Then I try Dell PowerDVD. I finally get picture and video, but it's incredibly jumpy. It's like there's not enough of a memory buffer or something.

The fact that the movie is jumpy and the sound keeps cutting in and out is bad enough. Then right after the ninja attack, the movie freezes altogether and quits. That scene won't play. The next scene won't play. I'm pissed. I take the DVD back to Blockbuster and exchange it for a non-scratched one. I come home, put it back in the computer, and it plays, but there's no sound. While I was gone, all the sound on my computer quit. It wasn't even detecting a soundcard.

I spend 30 minutes trying to redetect the soundcards, rebooting, trying various things. I finally decide I've got to shut down the computer, pull the card out, restart without the card, then put it back in and restart with the card. Well, as I'm shutting down to do this, the sound kicks back on. I'm like, WTF?!!!!

At that point Arick calls because he and his friends are at Taipei on FM 1960. They NEVER come to the north side, but apparently they met this girl who works there, and came to see her. I show up, and they're eating sushi and drinking sake. I had a little, but I'm not a big sushi fan.

I got home and tried to finish The Last Samurai, but fell asleep. Maybe I'll try again tonight.

Friday, September 30, 2005

NICE Prank

So I got to work this morning to find a virtual forest had sprung up within my cubicle. Someone had taken every fake plant in the office and moved them onto the floor behind my desk. I have to say, it was a very nice prank. It took me a full five minutes to clear the plants out. The bendy stick-figure man with the leaf cape peering over the back of my chair was an especially nice touch. The attention to detail instantly made me think of one very talented prankster, but I thought, no, couldn't have been her. I figured it must have been the writers.

The writers arrive. They have no idea what I'm talking about. So I think, it must have been Sarina and some of the designers since Sarina's desk got pranked last. They had no clue.

That only left the Account Execs. They had no clue what I was talking about, and hadn't even seen it.

Either someone is very good at keeping quiet or it was YOU. Yes, YOU know who YOU are. Nice prank, but if I find proof that it was YOU, there will be retribution. Oh yes, there will be a prank of Biblical proportions.

Other than that my day was pretty uneventful. Although it was my boss's birthday, so we had a party in our new office cafe for him, and broke out some MAJOR karaoke. Rowan did "Down Under." T-Bone did "Do you really want to hurt me." George did "Sweet Caroline." Then I did the opening to "Killing me softly" and skipped on to "Stop in the Name of Love." Of course I sang them as high as possible in the girl register, which made them incredibly horrible. For some reason the microphone got shoved into my hands and only girl songs came up. You've just got to roll with it.

A few of us grabbed drinks at Rudyards after work. That was pretty uneventful too except that Sarina made a three-foot long straw and was randomly siphoning out of various drinks around the table, which was hilarious. You'd look down and there was this straw sucking your drink away.

Now I'm home. Buck needs attention. I need to crash out. More blogging tomorrow.


So I went to Fountainhead last night. It's my third time there on whatever they call their jam night. Basically all these local bands play four or five songs a piece, and some solo artists play with the house band, etc. It's got a cool feel to it, and some of the people are really talented.

Anyway, when I got there last night, this guy was doing Stevie Ray Vaughn with the house band, and he was amazing. Both his guitar and vocals were just spot on. I was very impressed. Then I heard Expansion Project, Somber Element, and Kid Fantastic. Expansion Project is kind of Creedish without the vocals. They've got the dark guitar and guitar solo thing. Kid Fantastic are Blink182 wannabes. They're OK, but they sound just like every other pop/punk band, and two weeks ago their vocalist SUCKED. I think they were much less drunk this week, and their singer had his shit together and was on key, so it was a lot better, but I can take them or leave them.

Somber Element was definitely the stand-out band of the night. They had catchy originals with some nice guitar work. Their singer had a good voice. They were just a good band.

Anyway, the crowd seemed a lot younger than usual. There was a group of guys and girls in there that reminded me of my brother and his crowd. They just seemed so young though. However, there was one girl in the group who was just smoking hot, and this real lame little guy wouldn't leave her alone, so I decided to go over and save her. I introduced myself, we talked. But finally, I was like, how old are you? She was 18. The last girl I met there was 36. This girl was 18. I guess if you average them together it evens out, but I sure would rather just meet someone my own age. I just went back to my stool and listened to another band.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

New song uploaded

Hey, I just uploaded a rough cut of my new song Silver Screen Dreams. Check it out.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Buck THINKS he's smart

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So just because my dog thinks he's smart than me, it doesn't mean he is. Over the weekend while we were stuck in the house, I was yelling at him to get his nose out of the trash. A little while later, he's back with his ball. He looks at me. He drops it in the trash can. He looks at me again. He sticks his nose in the trash to fish it out.

This, of course, completely entertained me, so I let him keep doing it.

Then tonight as I was getting in the shower, the dog laid down by my shoes and starting sniffing lustfully at them as if he wanted to just chew them apart. I yelled at him to get away from my shoes. A few minutes later, he comes back with a ball. WHen I got out of the shower, the ball was in my shoes.

If he thinks he can get away with chewing up my Converse just because there's a ball in them, he's got another thing coming.

Total Volleyball Domination

We won all three of our games tonight at Third Coast Beach Club. That brings our season record to 9-3 and solidy puts us into second place, if not first. I think we've got four more weeks to go. Hopefully we can hold on to our lead.

Maryam actually came out tonight. For those who have no idea who Maryam is, she's a designer that works in our office, but she's Iranian, and I don't know how long she's actually been the US. She's very shy though and quiet, and COMPLETELY scared of dogs - even my boss's tiny ones. However, she and her husband came out to support the volleyball team, and Eddie even played pretty well. We couldn't get Maryam on the court during the actual games, but we coerced her into playing a few rounds for fun afterwards.

I watched Supernatural again Tuesday night. That's three episodes in a row. That means I either like the show or I need to find some activity to fill my Tuesday nights. They do suspense well, but the dead lake boy in this episode didn't look as scary as the monsters in the previous two.

Supposedly last week's Rita-pre-emmpted OC is showing Saturday afternoon. I know you were all worried about that.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Very alone

I came to a very depressing realization today. At this point in my life, my friends at work are all I've got. If I was to die on a Friday night, nobody would know or care until I didn't show up Monday morning. Then although work would be pissed that I didn't call in, I doubt they'd really start looking for me until Tuesday.

It's my own fault though. I have this incredible knack of being able to take anything good in my life and just really mess it up.

Other than that, nothing new to report. Oh, except that ever since the storm, my phone has said voicemail, and no matter how many times I call in, it says I have no messages. Yet, the voicemail indicator never goes away. It's really annoying.

Monday, September 26, 2005

The Drive

I did a lot of thinking over the weekend. That's what happens when you've got nothing to do except sit and wait for your fate. I spent a lot of time thinking about how I would recover if all my worldly possesions were suddenly gone. I spent a lot of time thinking about how I wished I'd done more with my life. I spent a lot of time thinking about a girl.

This morning I woke up so thankful that I still had everything, and that I still had a job to go to. I ended up getting there an hour early just because I was happy to be there. Yet, there's something else stirring in me.

The only reason I came back to Houston after college in 2000 was because my best friends were here and I really wanted to keep the band together. Well, the band broke up in 2003. I have no wife here anymore. I have no family here anymore. I have very few friends still here, and I never see them anyway. I came to the realization that there's nothing really keeping me here.

That's when I started questioning my life again, and I started asking, do I want to continue on this path or this something more? I mean, I have the beautiful car I always wanted as a kid. I have my motorcycle. I have my house. But those are just material things. Is it worth giving up all my material things to chase a dream that's bigger than this? Is it worth giving it all up to really pursue my music or my acting? Is it worth giving it all up to find something something so much more than this? Is it worth giving it all up to make it on my own and perhaps in the process to win back someone's heart?

As of right now I think it is. I'm going to sell the house. Sell the classic Mustang. Sell the motorcycle. I'm going to go seek my fortune. Why be lonely and miserable here when I can be lonely and miserable chasing my dreams, right?

The sad part of all this, is I love my current job so much. I love the people there so much. I love the owners so much. They've been like a family to me through some tough times this year. Unfortunately, I'm never going to be somebody writing slogans for Jiffy Lube or proofreading the fine print in an HP rebate.

I almost did this when I graduated highschool, but I took my parents' advice and went to college. Then I almost did this my sophomore year of college, but I took my parents' advice and stayed. Now almost 10 years have gone by, and I'm still wondering if I could make it in Hollywood. I'm also wondering if I can win the hearts of America, if I can finally win the heart of that one girl back.

Of course, I can't do this today. I've got too many loose ends here that I have to tie up. The house has to sell. I have to finish the divorce proceedings. It could be several months before I'm clear. However, I'm publicly resolving here and now to go, so that I don't chicken out again, and end up spending the rest of my life wondering if I could have made it and resenting myself for never trying.