I'm not a huge fan of fried things but that's mostly because I know it's terrible for you. I do love me some good fried chicken, though. Stanley's has some great fried chicken. Of course, I haven't had it in about two years. I don't really like hot wings. They're way too messy and there is little to no meat on them which means it's way too much work for very little reward.
I love mayonnaise. In fact, when I order or make a burger I put three things on it. Cheese. Tomato. Mayo. That's it. Another great thing about mayo is that if you put a thin coat on each half of the bun, the grease of the burger won't soak through and make your bun all soggy. If I'm having a turkey sandwich I'll almost always add mayo, especially if it's mostly white meat. I get why people don't like mayo, though.
You do bring up a great point about having to request things on your sandwich. I like Five Guys because they just sell hamburgers or cheeseburgers and they have a list of condiments that you can choose from. I'm pretty sure I could get a much better sandwich at most restaurants if they all followed the same philosophy. List all your condiments and your meats and I'll make my own sandwich. At most restaurants, I feel like I have to make adjustments to get the sandwich I want. I guess I should eat at a deli more often.
If I ever have Jeffsgiving you will most definitely be invited. I would also like to be invited to Tristansgiving.
I am vaguely familiar with Sweet Valley High. I remember some of my high school friends reading them. Or maybe it was my sister. I don't know. Didn't they make a Sweet Valley TV show at some point? Maybe not. Also, what the fuck? That excerpt doesn't even make any sense. Is Coffee a character in the novel? Crying after orgasms? I know these kind of novels aren't really worried about being cliche, but lets make some kind of effort. Also, there are women who have never had an orgasm. Appreciate what you've got. I assume the whole novel is written in third person omniscient, otherwise we wouldn't really know if Russ was pretending not to notice or if he just didn't give a fuck. I'd like to think that he doesn't give a fuck and our main character misinterprets his actions. Regardless, it seems weird that we're talking about the Sweet Valley High girls having orgasms -- especially if they are crying after. Is there anything in the early Sweet Valley High novels that would lead us to believe that the post-orgasm crying is justified?
I struggled with giving up traditional books when I got the Kindle. I also liked the look/feel/smell and I enjoyed browsing bookstores for new books. I've adjusted, though. The only thing I don't like is that there's no good way to let someone borrow a book. That's really the best part of owning good books.
Dee made me put up the Christmas decorations this weekend. I hate it. I have to go down to our storage room and get our tree which takes up nearly the whole fucking storage space. I then have to drag this heavy ass thing up two flights of twisting stairs with a bad back. Once it's finally up, it makes our already cozy place feel absolutely tiny. Then I have to take it all back down once the holidays are over. Pain in the ass. Especially for an atheist. The things I do for my wife's fairy tales.
I like making up ridiculous names to call my daughter. The more non-sensical the better. I've recently started calling her "Fight Club." It drives Dee crazy because she doesn't know why I call her that. I don't even know why I call her that. That's what makes it great.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Mayo-NO-sse!
I've never had fried turkey either. The concept disgusts me, but I think I understand why it would be good. I'm not generally prone to frying things. I like hot wings. Those are generally fried, right? I like French Fries, obviously, because I am a person. I imagine there are other things, but frying kind of grosses me out. I suppose that's lucky.
A similar high-fat gross-out I have is mayonnaise. I do not understand why people enjoy it. Why would you want your sandwich to be wet? It's like people are saying, "Well, this turkey and cheese would be delicious if it were just a little slimier. Sick. I do respect mayo's ability to bind tuna/egg salads, when used sparingly. Otherwise. Blech. It is super-annoying to me that I always have to request no mayo on things when I order them. Shouldn't this be the norm? And then people can request mayo if they like it?
Please invite me to Jeffsgiving. It sounds delicious. Almost as good as Tristansgiving.
Due to my library-induced lack of reading material, Cassie gave me one of my Christmas presents early today; Sweet Valley Confidential. Presumably you have no idea what this is. Well, when I was a kid, I read the Sweet Valley High series, which you have probably heard of, detailing the lives of two beautiful identical twins in Southern California. There are hundreds and hundreds of books in this series, including sequel and prequel series of when they were in college, little kids, etc. I guess they stopped publishing them in the early 2000's, long after I was reading them. Anyway, this year, one new book was released, about the twins as grown-ups. It takes place 10 years after the last book was written. It is most certainly trash, and a very strange phenomenon, because it is still a young adult book, but is clearly written for people that are my age. People who are nostalgic for the books/characters from their childhood. I've started reading it, and am already delightedly horrified. I am on page 7. Here is my favorite part so far:
"Coffee turned into a three-week miniaffair spread out over two months. She cried after every orgasm. How embarrassing, but he pretended not to notice. Russ was not a man to complicate a good thing with feelings."
I guess this pretty standard for trashy novels, but imagine that this is about someone you grew up knowing. It's really unsettling.
I am guessing that I will one day get a Kindle, but I hard-core love how books look/feel/smell, and I think I would lose a lot of reading joy by holding a rectangle of plastic. I do understand its merits though. I really do.
Sweet Valley Confidential would be good on Kindle, though, because then no one would know I was reading it.
A similar high-fat gross-out I have is mayonnaise. I do not understand why people enjoy it. Why would you want your sandwich to be wet? It's like people are saying, "Well, this turkey and cheese would be delicious if it were just a little slimier. Sick. I do respect mayo's ability to bind tuna/egg salads, when used sparingly. Otherwise. Blech. It is super-annoying to me that I always have to request no mayo on things when I order them. Shouldn't this be the norm? And then people can request mayo if they like it?
Please invite me to Jeffsgiving. It sounds delicious. Almost as good as Tristansgiving.
Due to my library-induced lack of reading material, Cassie gave me one of my Christmas presents early today; Sweet Valley Confidential. Presumably you have no idea what this is. Well, when I was a kid, I read the Sweet Valley High series, which you have probably heard of, detailing the lives of two beautiful identical twins in Southern California. There are hundreds and hundreds of books in this series, including sequel and prequel series of when they were in college, little kids, etc. I guess they stopped publishing them in the early 2000's, long after I was reading them. Anyway, this year, one new book was released, about the twins as grown-ups. It takes place 10 years after the last book was written. It is most certainly trash, and a very strange phenomenon, because it is still a young adult book, but is clearly written for people that are my age. People who are nostalgic for the books/characters from their childhood. I've started reading it, and am already delightedly horrified. I am on page 7. Here is my favorite part so far:
"Coffee turned into a three-week miniaffair spread out over two months. She cried after every orgasm. How embarrassing, but he pretended not to notice. Russ was not a man to complicate a good thing with feelings."
I guess this pretty standard for trashy novels, but imagine that this is about someone you grew up knowing. It's really unsettling.
I am guessing that I will one day get a Kindle, but I hard-core love how books look/feel/smell, and I think I would lose a lot of reading joy by holding a rectangle of plastic. I do understand its merits though. I really do.
Sweet Valley Confidential would be good on Kindle, though, because then no one would know I was reading it.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Fried Indiana
Oh, hey. Welcome back. I still think you are a good person.
I went back to Indiana for Thanksgiving. Dee and Scarlett came, too. We stayed at my mom's house and we got to see my sister and all her kids and my brother and his pregnant wife. They all seem to be having their own lives and contributing to society in some vague way.
I like Thanksgiving but it's not my favorite holiday. I feel much the same way about turkey. However, I've never had fried turkey and people tell me it's delicious. Here are the reasons why I've never had fried turkey:
1) I've never, ever been in charge of the turkey for a Thanksgiving meal.
2) I'd be scared to death of burning down the house/severely burning myself.
3) If I've got a fryer going, there are about a thousand different things I'd fry before a turkey.
Jeffsgiving would look something like this:
Various cheeses and crackers.
Several different kinds of dip and chips.
Seared tuna steaks with my special wasabi or dijon mustard sauce.
Asparagus.
Some type of mashed potatoes.
Croissants.
Brownies with no icing, no chocolate chips, no nuts. Just plain, non-cakey brownies.
Those Oreo ball things that Dee and I used to make all the time.
Several different types of Belgian White beers.
I do remember hearing something about Teddy Roosevelt being a sickly child but it's a vague memory and I'm not sure where it comes from. It would be weird to know that future people might read about my bowel movements. However, that's preferable to knowing that people might be reading about my masturbation habits.
I could tell you all sorts of poop stories. It's a popular topic of conversation when you have a baby. Every time you feed them something new their bodies freak out and they either get crazy poops or they stop pooping altogether. Changing diapers is like playing the poop lottery.
Also, you should get a Kindle or something like it. It makes big books much, much lighter.
I went back to Indiana for Thanksgiving. Dee and Scarlett came, too. We stayed at my mom's house and we got to see my sister and all her kids and my brother and his pregnant wife. They all seem to be having their own lives and contributing to society in some vague way.
I like Thanksgiving but it's not my favorite holiday. I feel much the same way about turkey. However, I've never had fried turkey and people tell me it's delicious. Here are the reasons why I've never had fried turkey:
1) I've never, ever been in charge of the turkey for a Thanksgiving meal.
2) I'd be scared to death of burning down the house/severely burning myself.
3) If I've got a fryer going, there are about a thousand different things I'd fry before a turkey.
Jeffsgiving would look something like this:
Various cheeses and crackers.
Several different kinds of dip and chips.
Seared tuna steaks with my special wasabi or dijon mustard sauce.
Asparagus.
Some type of mashed potatoes.
Croissants.
Brownies with no icing, no chocolate chips, no nuts. Just plain, non-cakey brownies.
Those Oreo ball things that Dee and I used to make all the time.
Several different types of Belgian White beers.
I do remember hearing something about Teddy Roosevelt being a sickly child but it's a vague memory and I'm not sure where it comes from. It would be weird to know that future people might read about my bowel movements. However, that's preferable to knowing that people might be reading about my masturbation habits.
I could tell you all sorts of poop stories. It's a popular topic of conversation when you have a baby. Every time you feed them something new their bodies freak out and they either get crazy poops or they stop pooping altogether. Changing diapers is like playing the poop lottery.
Also, you should get a Kindle or something like it. It makes big books much, much lighter.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Dumpsgiving
Oh, hi. Remember me? Sometimes I write a blog at you. Usually I don't. Now I am.
What are you doing for Thanksgiving? We're having a small gathering at our house. I think there will be six of us total. Chris loves hosting Thanksgiving. I've never been much of a Thanksgiving gal, myself. I like the concept of course. I think it's the food, mostly. Turkey is, you know - fine. Even the best goddamn turkey ever is just very fine. Mashed potatoes are pretty good. I do love stuffing. I hate pie. Squash is gross.
Here is what a Tristansgiving menu would look like:
One million assorted appetizers
Filet Mignon
Scallops
Some sort of steamed vegetable medley - brocolli, cauliflower, carrots, peapods
Corn on the Cob
Delicious flaky biscuits/rolls
Chocolate cake with chocolate icing
Champagne
What would be served at Jeffsgiving?
I bummed because I got this awesome book on Teddy Roosevelt out from the library, and it is super-fat, and now I have to return it, but I'm not done. And I can't renew it, because someone already has it on hold. Did you know that Teddy was a super runty weakling when he was young, and had really bad asthma? And that he got diarrhea ALL. THE. TIME. You've really got to admire the dude's adventurous outdoor spirit when you know that he always had the runs. I think I'd be a real homebody.
It's also funny to think that I know Teddy Roosevelt pooped all the time. Wouldn't you hate if in 100 years, someone was sitting on the train/rocket-transit/spacecopter reading about your bowel movements?
What are you doing for Thanksgiving? We're having a small gathering at our house. I think there will be six of us total. Chris loves hosting Thanksgiving. I've never been much of a Thanksgiving gal, myself. I like the concept of course. I think it's the food, mostly. Turkey is, you know - fine. Even the best goddamn turkey ever is just very fine. Mashed potatoes are pretty good. I do love stuffing. I hate pie. Squash is gross.
Here is what a Tristansgiving menu would look like:
One million assorted appetizers
Filet Mignon
Scallops
Some sort of steamed vegetable medley - brocolli, cauliflower, carrots, peapods
Corn on the Cob
Delicious flaky biscuits/rolls
Chocolate cake with chocolate icing
Champagne
What would be served at Jeffsgiving?
I bummed because I got this awesome book on Teddy Roosevelt out from the library, and it is super-fat, and now I have to return it, but I'm not done. And I can't renew it, because someone already has it on hold. Did you know that Teddy was a super runty weakling when he was young, and had really bad asthma? And that he got diarrhea ALL. THE. TIME. You've really got to admire the dude's adventurous outdoor spirit when you know that he always had the runs. I think I'd be a real homebody.
It's also funny to think that I know Teddy Roosevelt pooped all the time. Wouldn't you hate if in 100 years, someone was sitting on the train/rocket-transit/spacecopter reading about your bowel movements?
Thursday, October 13, 2011
You Know, That Canadian Guy
I've never seen Top Chef but I also like So You Think You Can Dance for the same reasons I like Project Runway. Also, the girls on So You Think You Can Dance have great butts. I love me a nice butt.
The singing shows can eat a pile of pissed-on dogshit. I love when the judges are all, "That was like karaoke." Every single song is, in fact, karaoke.
Dancing With the Stars is the worst show on television. It is hell to review. At the very least I can see why other people would be interested in the other shows I review, but not Dancing With the Stars. There is absolutely nothing interesting or redeemable about that show. This season is especially bad and it's not even funny bad -- except for Chaz Bono's last dance. Sweet Christ that was hilarious.
Maybe I hate the Nazis so much because I can sympathize with the "we were just doing our jobs" types. That's basically what I'm doing at my company. What if all of this stuff I'm doing just helps my company destroy the world? Or make the world less equitable? I try not to think about it. Screw you for making me think about it, Nazis. They're still terrorizing us today.
It's hard for me to think that anyone draws swastikas on an elevator because they believe what the swastika now stands for. (Did you know that the swastika was once a symbol of luck?) I feel like the only reason anyone would do it is to get a reaction. Or maybe they just like the way it looks.
I can't think of any other shape that is taboo. Just like I can't think of another word that is as taboo as the n-word. People say 'cunt' way too much for that to be taboo though I feel like 'faggot' is getting close.
So you've seen Rudy? Did you cry like a baby? I totally did and I hadn't even been to Notre Dame yet. I was in the stands at the stadium when they filmed the final football scenes of the film -- when Rudy makes his tackle. They filmed it at halftime of a Notre Dame-Boston College game. I think I was a junior in high school or something. Strangely, I haven't seen Rudy since I graduated from Notre Dame. I would probably be a blubbering mess through the whole film. I cry when I go to games and they play the Alma Mater. Sometimes I get teary-eyed when the crowd gets loud and excited about the fight song. Something inside of me is broken.
Scarlett totally gets frustrated when she can't quite grab things the way she wants. It's hilarious. She'll be in her exer-saucer which is what we call this UFO looking thing that has all sorts of toys on it. She sits in the middle and can access them all. When she can't do whatever it is she wants to do she'll slam her feet down and flop backwards and her arms will flail. Then she looks surprised and confused, but I think she's forgotten what she was trying to do in the first place so it works out.
The Drew podcast is going to be called something like "Jeff and Drew Review Stuff." We're going to review things. Video games, TV shows, my wife, anything at all. It should be fun. We're hilarious.
The things that make a salad good are the same things that make a salad bad. It is disappointing when the salad is worse than you thought.
My gym plays the worst possible music for working out. Normally, I bring my own music but I do have to hear it in the locker room when I am changing. It's a lot of Justin Bieber and that Canadian crooner guy who sings about how he'll be in the perfect relationship with a girl he hasn't met yet and whiny wuss-rock. Can't we get something a little more upbeat or Rock 'n' Roll? Also, good job getting every woman on the planet to fall in love with you with that song, Canadian crooner guy.
The singing shows can eat a pile of pissed-on dogshit. I love when the judges are all, "That was like karaoke." Every single song is, in fact, karaoke.
Dancing With the Stars is the worst show on television. It is hell to review. At the very least I can see why other people would be interested in the other shows I review, but not Dancing With the Stars. There is absolutely nothing interesting or redeemable about that show. This season is especially bad and it's not even funny bad -- except for Chaz Bono's last dance. Sweet Christ that was hilarious.
Maybe I hate the Nazis so much because I can sympathize with the "we were just doing our jobs" types. That's basically what I'm doing at my company. What if all of this stuff I'm doing just helps my company destroy the world? Or make the world less equitable? I try not to think about it. Screw you for making me think about it, Nazis. They're still terrorizing us today.
It's hard for me to think that anyone draws swastikas on an elevator because they believe what the swastika now stands for. (Did you know that the swastika was once a symbol of luck?) I feel like the only reason anyone would do it is to get a reaction. Or maybe they just like the way it looks.
I can't think of any other shape that is taboo. Just like I can't think of another word that is as taboo as the n-word. People say 'cunt' way too much for that to be taboo though I feel like 'faggot' is getting close.
So you've seen Rudy? Did you cry like a baby? I totally did and I hadn't even been to Notre Dame yet. I was in the stands at the stadium when they filmed the final football scenes of the film -- when Rudy makes his tackle. They filmed it at halftime of a Notre Dame-Boston College game. I think I was a junior in high school or something. Strangely, I haven't seen Rudy since I graduated from Notre Dame. I would probably be a blubbering mess through the whole film. I cry when I go to games and they play the Alma Mater. Sometimes I get teary-eyed when the crowd gets loud and excited about the fight song. Something inside of me is broken.
Scarlett totally gets frustrated when she can't quite grab things the way she wants. It's hilarious. She'll be in her exer-saucer which is what we call this UFO looking thing that has all sorts of toys on it. She sits in the middle and can access them all. When she can't do whatever it is she wants to do she'll slam her feet down and flop backwards and her arms will flail. Then she looks surprised and confused, but I think she's forgotten what she was trying to do in the first place so it works out.
The Drew podcast is going to be called something like "Jeff and Drew Review Stuff." We're going to review things. Video games, TV shows, my wife, anything at all. It should be fun. We're hilarious.
The things that make a salad good are the same things that make a salad bad. It is disappointing when the salad is worse than you thought.
My gym plays the worst possible music for working out. Normally, I bring my own music but I do have to hear it in the locker room when I am changing. It's a lot of Justin Bieber and that Canadian crooner guy who sings about how he'll be in the perfect relationship with a girl he hasn't met yet and whiny wuss-rock. Can't we get something a little more upbeat or Rock 'n' Roll? Also, good job getting every woman on the planet to fall in love with you with that song, Canadian crooner guy.
Freak Salad
Yeah, women's clothing sizes are dumb. They come in vague sizes like 4, 6, 8, etc. Not even odd ones. And they vary from store to store. They are useless. I am actually not shocked that you like Project Runway. It's good. It has people who are creative and talented. I like shows like that. So You Think You Can Dance and Top Chef are among these. For some reason, I can't get behind the singing shows. Maybe it's because they're just singing other people's songs? They're not really bringing anything new to the world, so to speak? I don't know.
I used to watch Dancing with the Stars because I thought it was interesting to watch people that are bad at things learn how to do them. I haven't been paying close attention for a while, but I saw last week's where Carson is dressed up as a pirate and thought, "Why the Hell am I watching this? This is insane." And then I was embarrassed and vowed never to watch again. I'll still follow your reviews, though.
I have to admit that I didn't know much about Steve Jobs until he died. I mean, I knew who he was and stuff, but hadn't really attributed so many of his innovations to him. In fact, the day after his death, I asked Chris why people were making such a big deal out of it. Not that they shouldn't be sad when people die, but I just didn't get why it was getting so much attention. And then he filled me in on how Steve Jobs changed the world and whatnot, and I was like, "Oh yeah. That's totally sad."
I wonder what percentage of Nazis were like, "This is our mission. Ethnic cleansing is important, Hitler's awesome, yadda yadda," and how many were like "Yikes, this kinda sucks. I don't really like torturing people and being horrible, but I don't know how to get out." But yes, Nazis suck.
Somebody in my office building keeps etching swastikas into the elevator walls. They usually get converted to windows pretty quickly, and then buffed off, but it's so weird that they keep coming back. It kind of freaks me out to think that a weird Nazi-fan works in my building.
Are there any other shapes are taboo?
I think the football in Friday Night Lights is pretty good, but obviously you would be a much harsher judge than I. I was just thinking the other day about how hard it must be to film that stuff without people getting hurt. I LOVE sports movies. They always make me cry. Way more than dramas or romances or anything. Nothing can squeeze a tear out of me like a good come-from-behind victory.
It's weird that babies can't do things at all. I get talking and walking and stuff, but grabbing things? I'm glad I don't remember being a baby. I feel as though it must have been a very frustrating experience.
So maybe the solution to my rut is to just work on stuff that I don't really care about and then throw it away, and hope that it will spur inspiration for the things that I actually care about.
What's the Drew podcast about?
So, my lunch totally ruined my afternoon yesterday. Don't mistake me. It was delicious. It was a Greek salad from Cosi. I'm not one of those people who think that salads are automatically fat-free because they are mostly lettuce. HOWEVER, when I got back to the office and looked at the nutrition facts online, I was blown away that my salad had 45 GRAMS OF FAT. Forty-five. How is that even possible? Here are the things that were in it: Lettuce, Tomato, Cucumber, Onion, Feta, Olives, Vinaigrette. Now obviously, my culprits are the last three. But still! What the Hell was in that dressing? Clarified Crisco? Orson Welles' sweat?
I used to watch Dancing with the Stars because I thought it was interesting to watch people that are bad at things learn how to do them. I haven't been paying close attention for a while, but I saw last week's where Carson is dressed up as a pirate and thought, "Why the Hell am I watching this? This is insane." And then I was embarrassed and vowed never to watch again. I'll still follow your reviews, though.
I have to admit that I didn't know much about Steve Jobs until he died. I mean, I knew who he was and stuff, but hadn't really attributed so many of his innovations to him. In fact, the day after his death, I asked Chris why people were making such a big deal out of it. Not that they shouldn't be sad when people die, but I just didn't get why it was getting so much attention. And then he filled me in on how Steve Jobs changed the world and whatnot, and I was like, "Oh yeah. That's totally sad."
I wonder what percentage of Nazis were like, "This is our mission. Ethnic cleansing is important, Hitler's awesome, yadda yadda," and how many were like "Yikes, this kinda sucks. I don't really like torturing people and being horrible, but I don't know how to get out." But yes, Nazis suck.
Somebody in my office building keeps etching swastikas into the elevator walls. They usually get converted to windows pretty quickly, and then buffed off, but it's so weird that they keep coming back. It kind of freaks me out to think that a weird Nazi-fan works in my building.
Are there any other shapes are taboo?
I think the football in Friday Night Lights is pretty good, but obviously you would be a much harsher judge than I. I was just thinking the other day about how hard it must be to film that stuff without people getting hurt. I LOVE sports movies. They always make me cry. Way more than dramas or romances or anything. Nothing can squeeze a tear out of me like a good come-from-behind victory.
It's weird that babies can't do things at all. I get talking and walking and stuff, but grabbing things? I'm glad I don't remember being a baby. I feel as though it must have been a very frustrating experience.
So maybe the solution to my rut is to just work on stuff that I don't really care about and then throw it away, and hope that it will spur inspiration for the things that I actually care about.
What's the Drew podcast about?
So, my lunch totally ruined my afternoon yesterday. Don't mistake me. It was delicious. It was a Greek salad from Cosi. I'm not one of those people who think that salads are automatically fat-free because they are mostly lettuce. HOWEVER, when I got back to the office and looked at the nutrition facts online, I was blown away that my salad had 45 GRAMS OF FAT. Forty-five. How is that even possible? Here are the things that were in it: Lettuce, Tomato, Cucumber, Onion, Feta, Olives, Vinaigrette. Now obviously, my culprits are the last three. But still! What the Hell was in that dressing? Clarified Crisco? Orson Welles' sweat?
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Project: Magic
They don't make dresses like they make bras, huh? It seems like they'd want to make dresses with all different size waists and busts so that skinny girls with big boobs (like you) could wear the dress and skinny girls with small boobs (like Zooey) could also wear the dress. Though, I should have known that they don't do that since the designers on Project Runway always complain if they get a model that actually has curves. When they do that I always shout back, "You mean like REAL PEOPLE WHO WILL HAVE TO WEAR YOUR CLOTHES IF YOU ARE TO MAKE A LIVING DOING THIS?" It may shock you that I like that show, but I do. I like watching the creative process. You don't often get to see the work behind the magic.
Speaking of magic, the passing of Steve Jobs made me sad. There are two reasons for this:
1) My dad also died of pancreatic cancer. Any time someone dies from pancreatic cancer I think of my dad. I miss him.
2) Steve Jobs made things that seem like magic. I didn't own an Apple product until 2006 but once I did I was hooked because I finally felt like that was how computers should work. He relentlessly pursued innovation and succeeded. He's a rare one.
I saw a few snippets of Pan Am because Dee was watching it in our bedroom and I had to pass through there to pee. It seemed to revolve around JFK. It could very well be a fantastic program but it's on Sunday night which means I'll never see it because I'll be too busy watching Sunday Night Football.
It's hard for me to be nice to the Nazis. I mean, they killed soooo many Jews. I know that most of them were just following orders, but at some point you'd think some one would have said, "Hey, wait just a gosh darn second," or the German equivalent of that. Also, Nazis are the last group that you can make fun of with impunity.
The paragraph above also works if you replace "Nazis" with "Republicans."
I've never seen Friday Night Lights. At first I assumed that it was bad. Then everyone started raving about it and I thought, "Oh, it must be good. I still don't think I'll watch it." I have an aversion to sports-based programs -- especially football. It's really hard to film football (or other sports scenes) and make them seem realistic. Actors typically aren't very athletic and it shows. It kinda ruins it for me. However, I was pleasantly surprised when I once saw an actor's resumé that listed football and basketball under "Special Skills." Yes, those are special skills that are invaluable to a sports movie if you want people to believe it at all.
Scarlett is now grabbing things. That's a milestone, I think. She just had her first cold this past week. Any first is a milestone, right? I do think that she is a smiley baby. I don't know if she's smilier than most babies but it feels like she is. She's a pretty happy little girl and it's not hard for us to get her to smile for photos. We are pretty good about not posting every single photo of her, though. I don't want people to get Scarlett fatigue.
Creative ruts suck. They suck real bad. I think there's something to just doing stuff even though you're not feeling it. I feel like you're much more likely to find that spark that busts you out of the rut if you are trying to do something creative. If you're not trying to do something creative you are much more likely to stay in the rut. That's why I do 750words.com every day. Some days it blows ass and it's like trudging through liquid shit but sometimes my brain explodes with hilarity rarely seen. Either way, it goes a long way to convincing me that creative ruts are temporary. That's also why I have this and the upcoming podcast that Drew and I are going to do together.
I am in a creative rut right now. As I type these words. I'm wallowing in it.
What is the opposite of a creative rut? An inspiration spree?
Stupid pregnant lady and her marathon. I've never understood why people get so worked up about running a marathon. People have it in their heads that it's some kind of major achievement. Do you know how many people have completed marathons? Millions. It does not put you in an elite group to say you have completed a marathon. Win a marathon? Yes, that is elite. Run a marathon? No, not elite. Yesterday I posted the following on Twitter:
Speaking of magic, the passing of Steve Jobs made me sad. There are two reasons for this:
1) My dad also died of pancreatic cancer. Any time someone dies from pancreatic cancer I think of my dad. I miss him.
2) Steve Jobs made things that seem like magic. I didn't own an Apple product until 2006 but once I did I was hooked because I finally felt like that was how computers should work. He relentlessly pursued innovation and succeeded. He's a rare one.
I saw a few snippets of Pan Am because Dee was watching it in our bedroom and I had to pass through there to pee. It seemed to revolve around JFK. It could very well be a fantastic program but it's on Sunday night which means I'll never see it because I'll be too busy watching Sunday Night Football.
It's hard for me to be nice to the Nazis. I mean, they killed soooo many Jews. I know that most of them were just following orders, but at some point you'd think some one would have said, "Hey, wait just a gosh darn second," or the German equivalent of that. Also, Nazis are the last group that you can make fun of with impunity.
The paragraph above also works if you replace "Nazis" with "Republicans."
I've never seen Friday Night Lights. At first I assumed that it was bad. Then everyone started raving about it and I thought, "Oh, it must be good. I still don't think I'll watch it." I have an aversion to sports-based programs -- especially football. It's really hard to film football (or other sports scenes) and make them seem realistic. Actors typically aren't very athletic and it shows. It kinda ruins it for me. However, I was pleasantly surprised when I once saw an actor's resumé that listed football and basketball under "Special Skills." Yes, those are special skills that are invaluable to a sports movie if you want people to believe it at all.
Scarlett is now grabbing things. That's a milestone, I think. She just had her first cold this past week. Any first is a milestone, right? I do think that she is a smiley baby. I don't know if she's smilier than most babies but it feels like she is. She's a pretty happy little girl and it's not hard for us to get her to smile for photos. We are pretty good about not posting every single photo of her, though. I don't want people to get Scarlett fatigue.
Creative ruts suck. They suck real bad. I think there's something to just doing stuff even though you're not feeling it. I feel like you're much more likely to find that spark that busts you out of the rut if you are trying to do something creative. If you're not trying to do something creative you are much more likely to stay in the rut. That's why I do 750words.com every day. Some days it blows ass and it's like trudging through liquid shit but sometimes my brain explodes with hilarity rarely seen. Either way, it goes a long way to convincing me that creative ruts are temporary. That's also why I have this and the upcoming podcast that Drew and I are going to do together.
I am in a creative rut right now. As I type these words. I'm wallowing in it.
What is the opposite of a creative rut? An inspiration spree?
Stupid pregnant lady and her marathon. I've never understood why people get so worked up about running a marathon. People have it in their heads that it's some kind of major achievement. Do you know how many people have completed marathons? Millions. It does not put you in an elite group to say you have completed a marathon. Win a marathon? Yes, that is elite. Run a marathon? No, not elite. Yesterday I posted the following on Twitter:
I don't brag about all the pick-up basketball games I've lost, so I thank you for not telling me about the marathon you just ran.
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