Let's go bucks!

I'm hoping for an Ohio State v. Kentucky final because the not-so-fictional town of Port William is just northwest of Lexington and Andy Catlett had an epiphany just east of Columbus. As usual the Amish were involved in both instances again.
Also, Danny Branch bought a mowing machine, slightly used, in southwest Ohio.

Smash, issue 6.5

This show has everything that makes a show a show that has everything: Fame, Footloose, Cop Rock, The Color Of Money, Head Of The Class, All That Jazz, break dance fighting, Will & Grace, bold italics, unambiguous sexual innuenda, and bowling.

And William Devane as Dr. Juan Suarez. Can't look away.

You can have my hoodie when you pry it off of my cold dead body.

I wore a hoodie all winter, and no bigoted fuck ever shot at me. That I'm aware of. And I live in Gunville, population: BLAMMO!!!

I'd like to point out the obvious, as usual. It wasn't that long ago when a dead negro black boy shot down to death was just another saturday night of hijinks in the deep south. Look how far we've come!

Of one thing we can be sure: this is somehow the black president's fault.

I'm just assuming, then, for the sake of argument, that the tears of Yeshua ben Joseph are one of those renewable unlimited resources all the tree-hugging faggots are always whining about?

cunning, baffling, powerful

you know, i can say it's all about the baby steps as many times as i think i can get away with it. but it's my understanding that eventually i have to take some big boy strides or i'll just change by not changing at all. i can't go back there. or i won't. i'm supposed to do a daily inventory. my sober date is june 10 2011. in the meetings they call it my 2nd birthday. sorry for the rambling. the last thing they talked about in counseling was relapse. they also said that 9 to 12 months of sobriety is a crucial time. that i'd have to mourn my mom's death all over again. that the rigorous honesty, i call it brutal honesty, will catch up with me and back up on me. even that things about me will trip me up and things about my family will create doubts. when mom died my sister and my brothers just wanted to get things back to normal. i was able to do anything but. sorry for the grammar. i may need a meeting. i kind of resented the ease with which they all slipped back into everyday life, whereas i quickly just slipped and backslid. this has been my 1st serious attempt at anything resembling sobriety in about 10 years of very heavy drinking. being drunk more than being sober for 10 years is a lot to take in. i'm blessed in so many ways, but so fucked up as well. maybe i miss the counseling. brutal honesty. the last thing mom said to me was, "i respect your mind... i really do..." she was goofed on opiates but pretty lucid. i said, "well, mom, that's your and dad's fault." resentment is the fast track to relapse. but right now sobriety is the most valuable thing i own. the mood swings are brutal as well, nearly paralyzing such that i have to make myself get up and do something, anything productive. and i get the sense that my family could easily be a graduate school case study in denial. i'm just gonna keep going and really try not to edit myself. and/or chainsmoke.

Hungry Game!, a movie review

ah well. i really miss doing those. they were so much fun to write, and i had the perfect audience for them. i think "batman: new beginnings" was my first one. "the de vinshy cold" wrote itself, as did "broken back mountains". "the exercising of emily rose" was a clear triumph for all of us, including those still binding and rebuking those little demons of our own to this day. (you know who you are.)

I must've been on some sort of auto pilot at the time. one of the first comments i got for "the batman" was "it's christian bale, not christian slater [dumbass!]", a comment which i treasure to this very day. and how could "x-man united: the last dance" not sweep the tony awards, considering the headliner was jew hackman?

tortured therapy, i suppose, born from a mother who was simply incapable of getting the title of a movie or its stars correct. i think we all knew her. those were for you and dad, mom! you and dad. a meager tribute, i suppose, to a mother who knew the difference between condescension and constructive sarcasm, and a father who really did put the "b" in subtle. ("Su'b'tle," he might say.)

"The issues I will be campaigning on will be exactly the same."

"It's just my answers that will be different every time." ["Next question?"]

smash, episode 5-ish: The Bernadette Peters Workshop

she's one hundred and thirteen years old, guys. 1-1-3!
nick looks like my sponsor.
i worked on a workshop back in 1989, as, let's say, a "music editor". the show was "the prince of central park". it sucked so bad it closed after intermission. you're welcome.
speaking of divas, as part of my so-called music education, i was required to take a semester of choral conducting. the chorus was provided by the voice major department. so, me and about 19 voice majors, who traditionally think "sight singing" is a week in the hamptons. that semester i killed myself. 3 times.
113 years young, gang.
i used to know shaiman. he is 1. disgustingly talented; 2. disgustingly decent; and 3. a darn good piano player.
dang. seems like a lifetime ago.