Friday, December 26, 2008

Made Me Cry

The restroom of a movie theater in Grand Island, Nebraska- moments ago.  Two little boys, ages six to eight years-old walk in and wait in line to use the urinals.
First Boy, "Did you just see 'Marley & Me'?"
"Yeah, it was sad at the end.", the Second boy replied.
"I know, it made me cry."
"Me too."

I saw the movie as well and I did in fact get a little misty at the end as well.  Not the first movie I have cried at.  But amazing how movies can effect us in such a profound way.  The cynical part of me wants to think that Hollywood does it on purpose, just to get a reaction.  There's tricks to the trade, inserting the right style of music over beauty shots to strike up emotions.  But I've been home here in the heartland for about a week now and I think its good, be it a trick or not.  We as people shouldn't deny the fact we have emotions and should feel free to express them without feeling embarrassed or uncool because of it.  We don't feel ashamed to laugh.  And we could never laugh if we didn't cry.  

I recall one time in college, I spent a weekend day at home alone and I watched the movie "Andre" on TBS or something.  The movie is about a little girl who befriends a seal.  At the end, I cried and it made me feel better because of it.  

Also, some lady "Shhhh'd!" me after I made a comment about that music video by 3 Doors Down about the National Guard.  At the end, there is an advert that says one can download the song for free online, to which I said, "Oh great, I can can get that crappy song for free."
Shhhhh!

Friday, December 19, 2008



Deep Throat took his last swallow

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Mustache Poem

Last night, I hosted an event for "Mustaches 4 Kids", a charity in which volunteers grow mustaches over the course of a month in an effort to raise money for various charities.

I wrote the following poem, which I read over the soft playing of an instrumental version of the song "Have I Told You Lately". I hope you enjoy.


Mustache oh Mustache
You rest above my lips
Trimmed & perfect with curly tips

Mustache oh Mustache
At 15, with a whisper, you started to grow
And I wish I knew then what I now know

I was only a boy, but you made me a man
Helped me buy beer, when I should of been banned

So much, My heart has been broken
So many, "I love you"s have been spoken

But the women all leave after their ride
And it's you mustache, that stays by my side

Mustache oh Mustache
In the Fall, when the skies are grey & the leaves turn brown
Its you mustache that saves me from a frown

In the Summer, when the heat is all day
You shade my chin from the sun's intense ray

In the Winter, when the snowflakes fall
It's you mustache that keeps me warm most of all

And in the Spring, when the flowers do bloom
Its you that guides me to their sweet perfume

Mustache oh Mustache
Will you continue to shade my face forevermore?
To my mouth, the hallway, will you be it's front door?

Will you continue to collect my food like a dust pan?
To the ladies, will you show I'm a rugged man?

I never want cancer, cause off you would fall
It's you- it's you mustache I need most of all

With you below my nose, I'll never have fear!
So hang on forever & Soak up my beer!

Mustache oh Mustache
If you promise to always be there
I promise it's for you I will always care

Monday, December 15, 2008

Video Game Christmas Music

Thursday, December 04, 2008

In 2 Years Time...

It has been two years since I've used this blog. Two years ago, I made a post about how I have lived in LA for five years and how it was best represented by my fridge. Well, in keeping with that trend, i have now lived out here for 7 years and thus...

My Fridge today:


My Fridge 2 years ago:


Strange how things have changed, yet stayed the same. I can see the differences, but knowing all that has transpired is something else. Some things remained important enough to stay at the top, some things didn't. Looking at it now, I know that in two years, there will be some things that will remain important- I can already know a few of these. But as is time, nothing is completely predictable.