Monday, September 29, 2008

creepy

matt: hey joel, shouldn't



be a cross or something?

joel: *wipes tears* aw, heck no, matt! *sniff* how would all the followers find Jesus if they couldn't find me first? *huge, tear-streaked, toothy grin*

Saturday, September 27, 2008

look what i made



andimals. 2008.
spray paint on clay board.
"thank you" gift for andi bakos. all rights reserved.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

notes from the land of sleep deprivation

RIP preston newby, you will be dearly missed and never forgotten.

seeing the first post-mortem declaration by a friend on facebook was a jarring experience but one that will only increase in frequency, i suppose.

i support the intentions of the Latinos for Obama BBQing outside my hotel but i do not support their compatriots honking in solidarity and waking me from the first sleep longer than three hours i've had since monday night. i actually went outside meaning to read the riot act to the idiot holding a "honk for..." sign but had a change of heart upon discovering the idiots numbered around 50 and didn't actually have any "honk for..." signs.

working out during a press check is one of life's little double-edged swords. one edge cuts away at your fatness and releases endorphins; the other edge requires sleep for recovery and will unleash all manner of tweaks, twinges and pains when deprived.


view from lancaster arts hotel room 310, 7:07pm.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

MOM WAS RIGHT

the baldwin in Hunt For Red October was alec.

that is all.

Saturday, September 06, 2008

my new favorite band this week

sounds like zz top X ac/dc...

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Friday, September 05, 2008

i hate politics

because my comment on whitney's blog formatted so weird (fix that, blogger!):

diversion

it's like they say over at ezinearticles.com: "Unlike passive activities like television viewing, a hobby provides intellectual stimulation while simultaneously relaxing you."

that's why i've taken up, maybe even invented, a new hobby. it involves opening every piece of junk mail i receive IRL and then taking the following actions:

• scribbling over the application area for whatever credit card or other service is being offered.

• writing "STOP" in large, meaningful script on one surface.

• carefully folding anything (including the envelope it was sent in) to fit the included business-reply envelope.

• placing all the contents, "STOP" message facing opening, into the included business-reply envelope.

• delivering the finished parcel to the US postal service that it might return from whence it came.

i find this activity satisfying on several levels and encourage everyone on the entire planet to participate.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

two stupid things

the long weekend afforded opportunity to witness a pair of events whose stupidity shall not pass unmarked. the first was performed by none other than myself, in underpants, for 13 hours. i woke up saturday morning thinking i'd put in an hour or two with BioShock to see what could be accomplished and ended up moving from the middle of our couch only to evacuate and/or make another peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

seriously though, it's a great game.

the second occurred at whole foods on monday morning. i watched a woman walk away from her sparsely loaded cart and to the opposite end of the aisle while her very large, very visible keychain (including late model BMW car key fob) sat unprotected in the small stuff/babyseat compartment. i was of a mind to take those keys and give them to lost and found but spousal admonition prevented that object lesson in responsibility from bearing fruit in the subject's life.