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.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

The Mass Texodus of 2005

So I finally found gas this morning at the HEB down the road. I hate to wait in line 30 minutes to get it, and they were rationing it to $30 of gas per person, but at least I'm mobile again. I was really getting worried as to how I was going to get to work in the morning.

So let me recap Rita for you.

Wednesday: It's a Category 5 storm. It's headed straight for Houston. We're all going to die. Panic ensues. 2 million people hit the road causing mass chaos and severe gasoline shortages.

Thursday: Nothing happens except more panic. More traffic. More stranded people. I watched Ghost.

Friday: Nothing happens. Traffic lessens somewhat. People are still stranded. Someone set some buildings on fire in Galveston. Some poor old folks get blown up in a bus along the highway. I watched The Rock.

Saturday morning around 2 a.m.: We have windy thunderstorm. My power goes out for maybe 10 minutes. Other parts of Houston lose power for up to 12 hours.

Saturday: Newscasters desperately search for some sort of destruction to glorify. The best they came up with was some missing shingles on a beach house roof in Galveston. People start coming home, but there's still no gas. I go drinking.

Sunday: I'm putting off mowing the lawn, and Buck pooped in the hall. We have gas again. I go to church. An enormous traffic nightmare of people driving back into town is about to start.

Overall, it was a lot of worrying over what turned out to be nothing. The evacuation caused more death and destruction than the hurricane. However, I drove down the beltway to I-10 for church this morning, and while most everything looks the same, you'll suddenly see a broken telephone pole, a street sign bent over, or a shopping center sign knocked down. It's crazy how there can be two signs side-by-side and one is fine, but the other is twisted and bent over to the ground.

I am very thankful the storm missed us. I was gearing myself to deal with the loss of my car, motorcycle, house ... everything. I spent all of Wednesday, Thursday and Friday just worrying about how to financially deal with the losses, and how to start over. Thankfully, I don't have to.

Of course, no disaster is complete without the foolish "this may be the last time I ever talk to you" conversations. I'll admit Friday afternoon I sent an ex one of those letters telling her how much I'll always love her, etc. Of course, I meant it, but now it's just embarassing. In fact, that letter may be what saved Houston. God, fate, circumstance or whatever powers-may-be love pulling those kind of pranks on me. I think their original plan was probably to crush Houston with the hurricane, but after they saw my letter they couldn't pass up the chance to embarass me. Thanks.

Since I've got gas in the car now, I really don't have an excuse not to go mow the lawn. I can't use the "I'm conserving fuel" card anymore. I guess I'll do that ... or maybe I'll wait until it cools off just a little outside.

Die-hard Acadians

The weather got really nice last night, so after being cooped up for two days I took a motorcycle ride around the neighborhood to see if there was any real damage. Apparently the roof of the Big Lots at Jones and 1960 fell in, but I think that was more because the shopping center was an old piece of crap that needed to be leveled anyway.

I found a couple gas stations that were open, but they had no gas. Then along 1960 I found a couple of stations getting refilled by tankers, but they weren't open. (What can you do?) Although the power was back on most everywhere, not much was open yet. However, I cruised past Acadia Bar, and the door was open, so I stopped in. There was no power there, but they were serving, so all the die-hards were sitting in there drinking in the dark. I sat for a while and listened to everyone's hurricane stories. Nobody there had lost anything, so that was good. It was just good to talk to people because I'd gone stir crazy sitting in the house for so long. I mean, there's only so many hours of bowflex and guitar playing you can do in a day before you're too sore to move and your fingers are bleeding.

Anyway, I'm going to shower and see if I can find some gas to get to church this morning.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Assesing the damage

Well, I ventured out this morning. Things aren't too bad. I lost a couple tree limbs in the front yard, and the covering on the dog kennel in the back yard blew down. Other than that, everything seems fine. It's still raining a little, but it's very windy. Buck keeps barking at the wind noise, which is getting incredibly annoying.

We're still here

Rita blew through last night. We lost power around 3 a.m., but it's back on now. It's not light outside yet, and it's still raining pretty heavily, so I haven't taken a walk to asses the damage. Buck and I will check it out later this morning.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Nothing bad yet

It's 9:30 and I just went out to check the weather again. We've got light rain, but actually less wind than we did earlier. It's just a light breeze, and although it will gust briefly, it's still not getting more than 15 mph. Of course, this thing isn't supposed to peak until 2 a.m., so we'll see how it goes, but I think Spring may have escaped the worst of it ... until the flooding of course. Cypress Creek never lets us down.

Rita's coming

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I shot this about 7:30. It had just started to sprinkle outside, and was getting really windy. The clouds were moving fast. Everything had that kind of green look you only see before storms and in horror movies.

It's still not raining hard yet, but I can hear the wind gusting.

Waiting for Rita

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Buck's starting to get a little worried, but I keep reassuring him that everything will be fine.

Still waiting

Buck and I are still here. Still waiting. The sky has gotten cloudy, and there's some wind picking up, but it's still not bad outside. I'm about to make a bunch of sandwiches to put into the cabinets in the front bathroom. It's my one good interior room. Hopefully if we get trapped in there, I can keep Buck out of the sandwiches. I told him that I will do all I can to save him, but if he eats all the food, I will not hesitate to go Vietnamese on his ass. I even told him I'm sitting here downloading dog recipes just in case. He doesn't know I'm actually just blogging.

Karla called. She didn't leave town as planned. That now puts me, Arick, Andrew and Karla all still here. I'm thinking we should meet somewhere for a drink as soon as this thing is over. (I think Karla just called because she wanted a mention on the blog. I'm not saying she's a blog whore or anything, but ...)

I've got to slow down on the M&Ms. I only have 9 packs left. However, I did realize that since these are Halloween M&Ms, they have glow-in-the-dark wrappers. That's going to be extrememly handy if the power goes out.

Only the roaches will survive the apocalypse

EXCEPT at my house. Buck and I went on an all-out roach-killing spree last night. If I have to sit on those black couches and watch the world end, I'm sure not doing it with roaches crawling on me. I think we got them cleaned out. Actually Buck wasn't much help at all. He kept trying to lay back down on the couches while I was still scooting them around and shaking them out.

They're showing the burning bus of senior citizens over and over on the news. That's so sad. I mean, the nursing home was trying so hard to avoid a New Orleans situation, and yet the charter bus explodes and still kills a bunch of their patients. It's like a bad scene out of Final Destination 3.

I've been cleaning house all morning. I know, it makes no sense. My windows may all blow out, and then what does it matter whether the carpet was vacuumed or not. I just don't have much to do, and I usually work on my car to clear my mind, but there's nothing currently wrong with the car, so I had to find something.

While I was vacuuming, the light on the front of the vacuum cast a giant shadow of Buck on the wall in the hall, and he saw it and freaked out. He keeps timidly poking his head into the bedrooms looking for the giant shadow monster. I tried to explain it to him, but he's not listening to me. I'm wondering if the storm is going to freak him out or not. He doesn't usually get scared by thunder, so who knows?

The weather this morning was cool and breezy. Still no sign of an actual storm when you walk outside. I'll keep everyone posted as things develop ... at least for as long as I can.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Going to bed

So here's the news ... nothing has happened yet.

I've been sitting around all night. The news is pre-empting everything, but they've got nothing new to report except that a hurricane is coming. It's like, thanks for the info. My question is, are all those evacuees still sitting on the freeway going to be off the freeway by the time this storm hits tomorrow? I'm seriously doubting it.

Apparently the National Guard has 200,000 gallons of gas in a bunch of tankers and are trying to refill all the motorists who have run out of gas and are stopping up traffic, but at this point it looks to be kind of a monumental task. I wish them all the best, but i'm going to be very surprised if those cars aren't still sitting tomorrow. It took my sister 14 hours to get to Tyler.

So on the home front, I made a disturbing discovery. My couches were infested with roaches. We never had roaches here. Then a couple days ago I started noticing them around. I'd kill them and move on. Then I was sitting on the couches for an extended period of time today, and I kept having bugs crawl on me. I finally got up, pulled the cusions off and shook things up. A mass of roaches started fleeing the couches. I grabed a can of HotShot and sprayed that whole room down. Unfortunately I now get a serious headache when I walk into that room from the fumes. However, hopefully when I take stock of the roach situation in the morning, I will find that they have all been exterminated.

Now if I could just get rid of Buck's fleas that have suddenly shown up. Looks like he's getting a bath in the morning.

Rita has cancelled The OC

Rita is still over a day away, yet The OC has been cancelled, so the mayor can talk about it. Couldn't Fox give me my one guilty pleasure? I've sat at home all day with nothing to do. I could have used that one little bit of entertainment.

I thawed and cooked all my frozen chicken this afternoon. It's packaged up and ready to eat. I'll probably do the same with anything else I can find in the fridge tonight and tomorrow.

I was cleaning the bathtubs, so that they'd be somewhat sterile when I filled them up with water tomorrow. Buck jumped in one while I was cleaning it. You have to literally drag him into the shower to bathe him, but he'll jump right into a bathtub when you're trying to clean it out. He's so freaking helpful sometimes.

HEB was all sold out of Lime Diet Pepsi, so I had to settle for a case of Diet Mountain Dew and Diet HEB Cola. However, there was plenty of Halloween candy, so I grabbed a bag of M&Ms and a bag of Peanut M&Ms. They should be good whether I have power or not. Melts in your mouth, not in your hands, right?

At this point, I'm soooo glad I'm not on the road. That just looks like it majorly sucks. However, I do wish I had some company here to help me ride this thing out.


Well, I made another search for gasoline this morning, but couldn't turn any up. There were several other cars pulling in and circling stations with me. Unfortunately, I now have so little gas in my car that I'm worried the next trip out to look for gas, I won't make it back. I do have a couple gallons in a can that I keep for the lawnmower, but I'm torn between just saving it or putting it in the car now in hopes of finding more. I think I'm better off just sitting here and waiting it all out.

I got a report from my friend Arick that some of his friends did leave for Austin last night and 12 hours later, they still hadn't arrived. It's probably a good thing I didn't just risk it and stay on the road last night.

Once I realized I'd be staying I started filling jugs with water. I've got 5 or 6 milk and orange juice containers filled up as well as a couple canteens. I figure I'm good for at least a week. Today I'm cleaning the bathtubs, and tomorrow I'll go ahead and fill them up, so I have water to flush the toilets, etc if it actually goes off.

Luckily I'm a very self-reliant type of guy thanks to all those years of Buy Scouts. I'm pretty much ready for anything. As long as the house doesn't fall in and crush me, I'll be fine. Even then, I'll probably still be fine. I'm more worried about all my friends and family who are now trapped on the freeways trying to evacuate. My sister and her husband left this morning at 7 a.m. and at 9 a.m. were still sitting parked on 59 North in an HOV lane. That's got to suck. The cell phone circuits aren't working too well, so I haven't been able to touch base with them to see how far they've gotten since then.

So many people are headed to Austin, I hope Austin is going to be safe. I'm worried about it all.

The weather's not even bad yet. It's just hot and balmy. I guess all that's going to change tomorrow night.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Change of plans

I tried to evacuate. It took me until 8:30 to get the house secured, clothes packed, and Buck ready to travel. Slight problem, I had no gas in the car. I had almost 3/4 tank this afternoon, so I didn't fill up at lunch. Of course, with my 2.5-hour ultra-long commute home, I burned almost all of that. I thought I'd sneak up 249 to 2920 and across to 290 to head to Austin. Unfortunately, there was no gasoline to be found. There was still gas at the fourth station I went to, but four guys with SUVs had blocked off the pumps and were filling up their trucks as well as several 30-gallon cannisters. By the time I got to the pumps, they were dry.

I tried to take 249 up into Tomball thinking maybe I'd find gas there. No luck. 249 was a parking lot. I just sat watching my temp gauge climb higher while my gas gauge crept lower. I just spent another 3.5 hours in the car. I've got NO gas. I'm hoping I can score some in the morning, but if the traffic is the same tomorrow as it is tonight, there's no way I'm going to make it to Austin.

Looks like I'm going to be riding out the storm from here.


Rita has turned into a Category 5 Hurricane and is set to slam into the Texas coast Friday night, so our office is closed for the rest of the week to allow everyone to evacuate. I don't think my house will flood or fall down, but I've got no reason to stay in town, so Buck and I are headed to Austin to take refuge with my old roommate Matt. Apparently he's got a cool place on Westminster. I'm not sure Austin is really far enough, but it's probably better than just staying here.

Traffic is already hell with all the Galveston evacuees coming through. It was taking them 5 hours to get from Galveston to I-10 this afternoon. Then another two hours from I-10 to the Hardy Toll Road. It took me 2.5 to get from Allen Parkway to Spring going north on I-45. Hopefully I can sneak out 2920 to 290 or something.

Blue Steel was barely taking the heat. I'm really hoping he doesn't let me down and leave me stranded somewhere between here and Austin. I'm going to throw in some food, water and survival gear and get on the road as soon as my clothes are finished washing.

Supposedly Arick is meeting me there. We'll see if he actually leaves that new town home or if he thinks he can save his bamboo flooring by staying.

I have this horrible, nervous-worried feeling that something really bad is about to happen. I hope I'm wrong.

Monday, September 19, 2005

The Gulf Coast Film Fiasco of 2005

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So we made it through the Gulf Coast Film Fest alive. No awards, but we had a good time. I think our $1,000 video held up quite well against the $50,000 productions it was shown with. We got a lot more laughs than the film that won best in show, that's for sure.

The picture above is from the reception. From left to right it's Scott, me, Will, Jill, Mark and Kay. I think Al was taking the picture.

Despite the fact that the hotel was a little bit on the seedy side, had black, water-damaged ceilings and smelled of mold, I think the whole thing came off OK. Of course, someone at the table picked up one of those little movie posters on the centerpiece to find they were stapled to Express Mail envelopes.

Why not splurge for a can of spray adhesive and a few sheets of card stock? Why not print the things on card stock to begin with? I don't know. I didn't stay for the raffle drawing, so we actually may have been encouraged to take those envelopes home and use them ... like a recycling thing.

Of course, no matter how weird the evening got, we all kept telling ourselves, "at least we'll get to chat with Armand Assante." Hey, I don't really know who he is either, but apparently he's an Emmy winner, and they had his picture and bio on EVERYTHING at the festival.

Unfortunately, he was in Russia making a movie, and we didn't get a speaker at the banquet. Plus, the music had already packed up and left and the food wasn't ready yet, so we just kind of sat for 45 minutes waiting for the buffet line to open. But HEY, we had fun doing it.

Sunday was insanely mundane. How do you come down from an experience like the Gulf Coast Film Festival? I just cleaned house. It needed to be done ... badly.

Oh, I also somehow got convinced to join a flag football league. I've never played football. In fact, I don't even know what all the positions are called. It doesn't start for two weeks, so I need to get really good at this really fast. Maybe there's a book I can read? Yeah, probably not.

Buck misses you

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Sometimes I just have to post my dog because he's that adorable.

Friday, September 16, 2005

Into the weekend

Wednesday night, the volleyball team was victorious. We won the first two games. We should have won all three in the match, but everybody was so busy celebrating during the third game that there was no focus. It feels good to win though. We're now 2-1 for the season. We were 0-8 last season, so it's a big improvement.

Thursday night I checked out some local bands at Fountainhead. They do a showcase type thing where each band plays three or four songs and then the next band comes on. One group has a 14-year-old guitarist who is absolutely amazing. Apparently he's only been playing for two years, and he's self taught. He was doing Van Halen note for note. I was just standing there thinking, "I've been playing guitar SINCE I was 14, and I can't do ANYTHING like that." So the group with the 14-year-old finishes playing, and the next band takes the stage, and the drummer says, "We love tips, but we also like boobies!" Well, this real trashy lady at the bar flops hers out, and the 14-year-old was standing right there. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. His eyes stayed as big as saucers for the next ten minutes. It was hilarious.

"From the Rooftop" makes its big debut at the Gulf Coast Film Festival tomorrow. I can't decide if I'm going to make a day of it and watch the films all day long or wait until 2:00 when our show is on to drive down there.

Other than that it should be an exciting weekend of lawn mowing and office unpacking. Whoohoo.

Buck likes to jump

So, this is my really lame "I live alone with my dog and spend too much time with him" entry. But seriously, he did the cutest thing Thursday morning. I had gotten up and was washing my face at the sink, and he was kind of rolling around at my feet. Anyway, I'm scrubbing away at my face, and I look down, and he's pawing his face. I stop, so he stops. Then I start again, and he starts again. It was so adorable. The only way he could have been cuter was if he had been wearing little doggy-boxer shorts that matched mine or something. Or maybe if he'd been in a large Easter basket. That would have been seriously cute.

But so, back to my story about the new couches and how Buck likes to jump over them. I did manage to gain video footage of this although I could not get him to actually jump as far as he did the first day. I think he may have hurt himself when he crashed into the fireplace and wised up a little. However, since I know you all want to see my lame home videos, here's Buck jumping over couches.

And here by popular demand (although I apologize for how dark the video is) is my old roommate's schnauser trying to hump Buck.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005


Anyone watch "Supernatural" last night? Usually I try to steer clear of everything on the WB, but I've had a serious sci-fi drama void since the "X-Files" ended. It definitely had its cheesy moments, but I liked the majority of the plot and the ghost effects, etc. At least it's not another forensic crime drama! Anyway, I'm going to give it a couple more weeks of watching before I claim it as one of "my shows," but I like what I'm seeing so far.

For those who don't know my dog, he's incredibly bouncy. He always has been. I think he's part tigger. Anyway, he likes jumping. Jumps over the six-foot fence in the backyard if I'm not watching. Last night I tossed his ball into the other room and he went running after it. When he came back he jumped over the new couch like a horse jumping a gate in an equestrian event. Then when he hit the wood floor he slid into the fireplace. It was hilarious. I'm going to see if he'll do it again tonight and attempt to get it on video for all of posterity.

We've got the late game tonight. Every season in this volleyball league, your team ends up with one 9:30 game. I don't really mind, but we always lose a lot of players on those nights. People over 30 do not like being out that late.

So I rented "Layer Cake" Sunday before last. It was a two-day rental. It's still sitting on the entertainment center. I guess I better go take it back. Good flick though. I highly recommend it.

Monday, September 12, 2005

I got a couch!

For those who don't know, my house has been completely devoid of furniture since the break up in July. Unfortunately, I couldn't actually afford to buy more furniture and at the time, furniture was the LAST thing on my mind.

However, after two months go by and there's nothing to sit on but a rickety stool and the bed, you really start craving the comfort of a couch. Plus, if other people happen to come over, you have to let them have the stool, so you end up on the floor. That gets old.

Anyway, I scored both a black leather couch and a loveseat off craigslist for $40. Sure, they've got a few rips and tears, but do you know how much they wanted for one couch at Salvation Army? $150. I'm not paying anything over $50 for a used couch. Especially not for a used flowery couch in weird pastel colors. Anyway, I've got plenty of black tape. A couple strips of that stuff and these couches will be good as new. I can see it now. All my friends are going to start coming over to sit on my black leather couches and bask in the glow of my 13" TV.

Geez I wish I could afford a normal size TV. I don't even need big. I just need like 27" or something. You know, so I can see it from across the room. Maybe just large enough that I can actually read the writing they put up on the screen during newscasts. Something like that. Doubt it's going to happen this month. I already gave any excess TV funds I might have to the Red Cross. Rebuilding is a slow process. Besides, Tyler Durden was absolutely right when he said, "The things you own end up owning you."

I don't know what I'm going to do with my dog. He's realized that he can jump the fence. Now, unless I stand outside and supervise his bathroom breaks, he's gone. However, he doesn't run away. No, the genius jumps into the neighbor's backyard. I don't know if he just likes playing with their dog or if he just really wants to pee in their yard too. I don't know. He's never enthused enough to jump back into my yard though, so I always have to walk around the block, knock on their door, and ask for him back. Of course, yesterday they weren't home, so I just climbed the fence and boosted him back over. That was a pain in the ass. I think I'm going to start feeding him muscle relaxers in the mornings, so he gets all spongy and can't jump anymore.

Due to last night's unplanned karaoke excursion, I'm heading to bed early tonight.

Kamikaze Karaoke

I was going to stay in last night. You know, just rest and recuperate. However, the emptiness and loneliness of the house got a little overwhelming, so I had to get out for a while. I told myself I'd just stop off for one drink and then make myself go to bed. Yeah, like that plan ever works.

It was karaoke night at Acadia. Of course, I decided I had to stay and watch for a little while. But these people were SOoooo bad. I decided I had to sing one. I did Jumpin' Jack Flash. It was ok. Some old guy gave me a big thumbs up and bought me another round. I was like, thanks ... as long as I don't have to sleep with you later.

After that I decided I had to go up again, so I grabbed this random girl who had been singing country and asked her if she wanted to do Mendocino County Line with me. Oh, she was horrible, but the crowd loved it.

More drinks were waiting for me when I got back to my spot at the bar.

A round later I'm up on stage again doing Rebel Yell. Then I finished up the night with Turn it on, Turn it up, Turn me loose by Dwight Yoakum. They loved that one. Three drinks showed up at once as I returned to the bar. Then this 200-pounder started telling me about her 7-year-old and hinting about taking me home, so I had to get out of there.

I'm going to spend the evening working out (for like the first time in two weeks) and then get on the guitar and put a set together for open mic night Wednesday at Acadia and Thursday at Fountainhead.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

So where've I been?

OK, so I haven't posted in a while. I found out towards the end of last year that the things you say in blogs can have some serious repercussions, and kind of got burned out on the whole thing. Maybe I'm in a place now where I can start over. Maybe not. I can't promise to keep posting, but I'll try.

Here's a rough outline of the last year:

Did some acting in December. It was just a B movie shot here in Houston with Timothy Bottoms, Meredith Baxter Birney and Rider Strong, and most of what I did was extra and stand-in work, but my car got a nice fat role. It made more money than I did I think. It was just such an incredible thrill to be on an actual movie site, and I got to spend a lot of time chatting with both the producer and the 1st AD about what goes into financing and making a "real" movie. It was very educational.

Made another episode of "From the Rooftop" in January/February. I wrote a recorded them a new theme song as well as helped write this script and worked as AD during the filming. That will be showing this coming Saturday at the Gulf Coast Film Festival. I think it's at 2:00 Saturday, but I'm not completely sure. You can check times and locations on the Gulf Coast Film Festival web site.

On Valentine's Day my car burst into flames on the way to dinner. Not a good sign. However, insurance paid to fix it. In the meantime I bought another motorcycle ... too bad I forgot it rains like EVERYDAY in Houston.

Anyway, March through July was just a tough time that I'm not going to discuss. Let's just say I'm suddenly single again, and it may or may not be the biggest mistake of my entire life. However, there's not much I can do about it now.

In August I decided to start writing another album since I hadn't done any real music since The Fall Guys parted ways in 2003. I'm currently five songs into that album and will be recruiting musicians soon to put together the new band.

I've got a new job in advertising that I love. I couldn't imagine working for better people or a better company. However, I'm definitely not going to talk about work on here.

I hear Vid is getting into car racing up there in Lubbock. I'm thinking about taking a week off to check it all out. Of course, I just put a new radiator in Blue Steel, so it's not like I'm not spending half my time working on cars here.

We're playing in another sand volleyball league on Wednesdays at Third Coast. First week we won all three games. Last week we only won one of three. That's still a better record than last season. I think we were 1 and 20 when we played in May.

That's all I've got for now. We'll see if I can keep up with this posting thing.