My friend, Dylan Todd, is a lifesaver. He knew I was drowning in corporate America, and that my creativity was being held hostage by stress and non-clinical depression. Yet, he had the determination necessary to pay the ransom, and now my creativity is floating, like something that weighs less than air or something.
Well, seeing that my friend blogs more often than I brush my teeth, I don't think I need to challenge him to blog more. But I am going to issue a blog-related challenge. Dylan, I want you to create a ficticious blog about a pair of twin men that are looking for love in New York City. I will portray one of the men. His name will be David Alexander. I challenge you to set up the blog and create the premise in your introductory entry. Seeing that you spent some time in NYC, and that you have the talent to write for any of the shows that are produced there, I bet this will be a great blog. Forward me the password and login info, and we'll run with it.
19 November 2006
18 November 2006
A strange pair
RDT would like me to consider the word "illusion" for my blog today. Two people come to mind: Axl Rose and Richard Bach.
Axl is the lead singer for a rock and/or roll band named Guns N' Roses. In 1991 the band released two albums called Use Your Illusions I and Use Your Illusions II.
Richard Bach is an author and part-time Dancing with the Stars stunt-double. He wrote a book called Illusions.
All this is basic information. However, what most people don't know is that Richard Bach is Axl Rose's biological father. Axl himself didn't find this out until 1987. While he was helping his mother move he came across a picture of his mother and Richard at a flight instructor's convention in Dallas. When Axl confronted his mother she simply said, "I felt like a fish swimming upstream until I met RB. He taught me to jump, Axl, and I owe him everything because of that."
Axl contacted Richard Bach in 1990 from Slash's car phone. They agreed to meet each other for breakfast at the Village Inn in St. George. What happened during that meeting will be the subject of my next documentary. Its working title is Welcome to the Seagull. I'm getting most of my funding from Proctor and Gamble, so there will be quite a bit of product placement. I hope you will watch it.
Axl is the lead singer for a rock and/or roll band named Guns N' Roses. In 1991 the band released two albums called Use Your Illusions I and Use Your Illusions II.
Richard Bach is an author and part-time Dancing with the Stars stunt-double. He wrote a book called Illusions.
All this is basic information. However, what most people don't know is that Richard Bach is Axl Rose's biological father. Axl himself didn't find this out until 1987. While he was helping his mother move he came across a picture of his mother and Richard at a flight instructor's convention in Dallas. When Axl confronted his mother she simply said, "I felt like a fish swimming upstream until I met RB. He taught me to jump, Axl, and I owe him everything because of that."
Axl contacted Richard Bach in 1990 from Slash's car phone. They agreed to meet each other for breakfast at the Village Inn in St. George. What happened during that meeting will be the subject of my next documentary. Its working title is Welcome to the Seagull. I'm getting most of my funding from Proctor and Gamble, so there will be quite a bit of product placement. I hope you will watch it.
17 November 2006
Cave
In the old days, coal miners would bring a bird with them on their excavation trips. The bird let them know if the air was safe. If the bird died, they knew the air was unsafe. They don't do that anymore. At least, not with real birds. They now use big red robot birds with poison sensors. If the air is poisonous, their laser eyes illuminate a deep, Sinclair-logo green.
16 November 2006
Street
Flamingo Road.
It cuts the Strip in half.
It leads to the new, pretty homes on the west, and to the weekly motels, smoky casinos and fast food restaurants that feed the preps, jocks, stoners and homeless on the east.
I used to live right off of it. I watched a tagger deface its sign. I watched a van full of Asian tourists flip over on it. My truck broke down on it. Several times. I traveled on it more times than I can count, on the bus, in cars, in trucks, in a moving van, on bikes, on skateboards. I traveled on it with people I loved, people I envied, people that are now all over this country.
The road means a lot to me. I can't imagine my life without it. And, like the city it serves, I'm perfectly satisfied allowing it to live in memory alone. I have a desire to remember it, to keep it alive in my mind, but I have absolutely no desire to see it again.
It cuts the Strip in half.
It leads to the new, pretty homes on the west, and to the weekly motels, smoky casinos and fast food restaurants that feed the preps, jocks, stoners and homeless on the east.
I used to live right off of it. I watched a tagger deface its sign. I watched a van full of Asian tourists flip over on it. My truck broke down on it. Several times. I traveled on it more times than I can count, on the bus, in cars, in trucks, in a moving van, on bikes, on skateboards. I traveled on it with people I loved, people I envied, people that are now all over this country.
The road means a lot to me. I can't imagine my life without it. And, like the city it serves, I'm perfectly satisfied allowing it to live in memory alone. I have a desire to remember it, to keep it alive in my mind, but I have absolutely no desire to see it again.
15 November 2006
Ketchup
My job is like ketchup. If it's not shaken up every once in a while, it comes out all watery.
14 November 2006
Unsanitary
Unsanitary. The perfect word to use to describe my hands after I caught a pint of puke, provided by my daughter Julia.
What would compel me to catch the puke as if it was crystal falling from a cupboard? I didn't want it to land on the new carpet. I'd do a lot to protect that investment, and catching puke is definitely on that list.
Hopefully tomorrow's word doesn't involve upchucking.
What would compel me to catch the puke as if it was crystal falling from a cupboard? I didn't want it to land on the new carpet. I'd do a lot to protect that investment, and catching puke is definitely on that list.
Hopefully tomorrow's word doesn't involve upchucking.
13 November 2006
Kind of...
My good friend, Roberto Dylanaski, challenged me to blog more often. I instant messaged him and told him that I perform very poorly when I sense pressure. He wrote back that he didn't know who I was, and that it sounded like I was an L-7 wienie. That Roberto. One funny mo fo.
The topic of the day is blue, as in blue cheese. Did you know that native Americans have used blue cheese through the ages to cure everything from mellon foot to split ends? It's true.
But seriously, blue is the color of love. The blood your heart pumps is blue, until the evils of the world, and oxygen, get ahold of it. Then it becomes red, the color of death. If you want true love, hold your breath.
Check in tomorrow when I blog about something RDT suggests. Hopefully it has something to do with pigeons.
The topic of the day is blue, as in blue cheese. Did you know that native Americans have used blue cheese through the ages to cure everything from mellon foot to split ends? It's true.
But seriously, blue is the color of love. The blood your heart pumps is blue, until the evils of the world, and oxygen, get ahold of it. Then it becomes red, the color of death. If you want true love, hold your breath.
Check in tomorrow when I blog about something RDT suggests. Hopefully it has something to do with pigeons.
05 November 2006
Discipline
Nothing's better than when you try to discipline your child and she tells you how funny you are. It's obvious who my children think the boss of the household is. They don't laugh when Chanel puts them in time out.
Oh well.
Oh well.
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