Sunday, January 31, 2010

I am legend.

I am a legend.
You read that right. I have been informed that I am a legend.
Now look, I don't have to go into all the details but the summary is this: At my previous place of education, I made decisions that (at the time) were questioned by people who were in positions of authority. For the record, I fully stand by each and every one of those things that I said, did, or published. 4 years later I am, in the words of someone who is there currently, a legend because of said decisions.
So, as I have been elevated to my new legend status, I decided to look back over some other legends that have paved the way for me, a lad from Dallas.

The first is, of course, Zelda. Who's modern childhoods weren't filled with him and his sword trying to save the little digital people? Or save the little digital animals. Or something. I sucked at this game. I mean, I sucked bad. But I liked the shiny gold Nintendo cartridge. The others were all dull and gray. I liked the shiny.

Then there was Will Smith in that movie. Look. That movie was totally not what was advertised. They made it look like an action adventure movie when in fact, it was a den of horror and silence, meant only to scare the hell into me and my sister. This, kids, would be an example of what NOT to be as a legend. Legends don't let the dog die.

Now there is the Legend of the Seeker that plays on Saturday television. I don't really know what purpose he serves, but he has muscles and I think he probably ends up saving someone, which is really what it's all about. And I bet he doesn't let the dog die.

SO - In the words of one of the greatest movies of all time, The Sandlot: "Remember, kid, there's heroes and there's legends. Heroes get remembered, but legends never die." I would like to add in addendum to that "and they don't let the dog die." So in the great tradition of legends, I am please to join the ranks with these other men.

If I say forget it, I know that I'll regret it

Tonight was one of those nights. You know. One of those nights that you never saw coming and then was more fun than you ever thought it might amount to being.
What began as dinner and drinks blossomed into our team winning, 4 containers of tortillas (only one of which were correct), multiple jokes about the complexity of making mojitos and some casual flirting from a bartender. Cut to us at a random high school pop show with a few hundred other people (for real. All of Waco was there) and having the best time in the world at the show that started at 7. (That time is actually quite important, for reasons that I won't go into. It's like on Lost. Some secrets you just may never get to know the answers to.)
I don't have to play by play the remainder of the evening, it's not really important to anyone but me, but I love when life throws a curve into what would have been a dullard of an evening. I love when something unexpected happens and it's the pick-me-up that you've needed for about two weeks.
I haven't been doing so well. For a mixture of reasons,fault and others that were not, some my that all caved in during the same week and sure, I'm sure there were other more practical things I could have spent my evening doing. But had I done those things, I wouldn't be where I am at right now: lying on my bed, feeling confident in where I'm at and feeling driven to get to where I need to go tomorrow. I'm not looking beyond tomorrow because it gets foggy after that. But tomorrow? It's going to be just fine.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Addressing the Address

The State of the Union address was tonight and I have to be honest with you, I really hate this speech. It has nothing to do with the speech itself and it has absolutely nothing to do with the person that's elected President. The reason that I hate this speech is because I feel like it's so antiquated and faux proper. It's like the founding fathers of our nation wanted to break free from England but keep her traditions.
England is totally a her, right? I mean, America is a her but I blame that on the Statue of Liberty. If the Colossus of Rhodes stood in the harbor in New York then I think America would be a him. Zaire is a him. I feel like Scotland might be a him. I blame bagpipe players for that. Australia is totally a him. And Italy is of course as gay as the thigh high boot it's shaped like.
What I can't stand about the State of the Union address is the constant whooping and hollering that the President's party members do all night long. Couple that with the constant standing and sitting, standing and sitting, standing and sitting. Look, I realize that these good ol' boys get off on politics and they didn't care that American Idol was on the hour before, leaving us with superficial good feelings about a mediocre singer with a tug-at-your-heartstrings story. But I feel like if I had to go sit there for the address, I would have to do squats for about 3 weeks before the big night to prep my legs for the beating they would endure having to stand up for every "noble" thing that was said over the course of 70 minutes.
PLUS, we had to sit there and look at so much botox on those women, I felt like I was watching the Real Housewives of Orange County...or Canada. You know it's true, the whole country is frozen. Canada is a her.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Singular sensation

I just watched Every Little Step, the documentary about the casting of the revival of A Chorus Line on Broadway. So it was a documentary about the audition process to be in a musical about the audition process to be on Broadway. Let me tell you, it was intense.
Not the documentary, that wasn't that intense, but watching the process of Broadway dancers try to get cast in this show was really intense. But that isn't what struck me as profound. What did was one of the dancers who was going in for the final call backs for one of the main parts. She said something to the effect of "You have go to in there and give it everything you've got, put all of you out there knowing that you might not get it."
I thought that was kinda incredible. Going out there, confident that you have the part, putting everything that you've got into the role, and possibly still coming up short. What a tailspin that must throw someone's mind into. But then, how tremendous when it works out and you get the part?
I guess if we all looked at life that way, the highs would be higher and the lows would be lower, but how much more incredible would it be when you're on that high? I'm not an actor, not really anyways. And I'm not a dancer. But I do have things in my life that I'm going for and lofty goals that I want to achieve. Perhaps I should go for them with the gusto of these would-be Broadway dancers, giving it every ounce of myself in order to get that one thing I really want.
That's what I think I'll do.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

My neck

The world is littered with beautiful people but every now and then, someone is thrust into your line of vision that causes you to triple take so recklessly that you pull a muscle in your neck. I really love pulling that muscle.
I'm not as sadistic as that sounds but when I see someone at the store, or on their facebook page, or walking down the street that makes me pull that muscle, it's really entertaining and fun. There have always been beautiful people in the movies and as television has slowly replaced raising our children, the people on television have become more and more beautiful as well. We just figure that if they are in a movie or on television, they are probably going to be beautiful, to the point when we are shocked that someone who might be a little more unfortunate looking would actually land a role.
But when you see someone in real life that is that kind of beautiful, it requires the triple take to absorb that moment. Sometimes, you just want to applaud them for taking care of themselves, for not over frying their hair, for Stridexing when they were teenagers, and for learning that leggings are not pants.
I realize how incredibly superficial this whole thing sounds. It sounds like I would rather look at someone who resembles Jennifer Lopez or Chris Pine as opposed to looking at someone who looks like Kathy Bates or Steve Buscemi. Well, that would be true. What about beauty being whats on the inside? And it's that inside that is what is supposed to count right?
Nobody's insides ever made me pull that muscle in my neck.
And it is my supreme thrill to watch the Golden Globes tonight, full of beautiful people drinking too much before their acceptance speeches and giving me artificial happiness to think about for the next two weeks.
And yes, if you were wondering, my neck currently hurts.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

I elect The Hurt Locker

Last night, The Hurt Locker won Best Picture at the Critic's Choice Awards and I threw my hands up in the air with utter glee. You see, I've been saying for weeks that this film is probably the best film I've seen all year and last night, I was supported by the critics.
Here's the deal, everyone likes being right. No one really likes being wrong. There are a slew of really great films out there that are being nominated for awards. Nine, An Education, A Single Man, Up in the Air, and of course, Avatar. But the one that I believe is superior to the rest of them hasn't received nearly as much buzz as the other films and though it was on the top of people's Top 10 of 2009 lists, it's been looked over in other places. But not anymore.
Which meant that I was right and you know I love that. But no one likes a gloater so in the interest of not being obnoxious, I will just say that the right film won and awards season is looking like it's going to be great. Because awards shows should be great. They should be exciting. Beautiful people on display for everyone. It's America's version of royalty and we the constituents need to see our elected.
Let the awards season begin and hopefully we will be full of Hurt for a long time.

Friday, January 8, 2010

America wins

It's so funny to me all the fuss over when the State of the Union address is going to be on television. Apparently, the only two dates that would work were either the night of the premiere of American Idol or the premiere of the final season of Lost and that didn't sit well with two very large groups of the American public.
I think it's so funny that people were so up in arms about it but I completely understand. See, Obama, the leader of the free world that he is, loves to put his little press conferences during prime time television, costing the networks millions of dollars worth of advertising. Not quite a bailout.
But the people have prevailed and they have come up with some sort of solution that won't impair either of my spring premieres.
My how the world has changed. Simon Cowell and John Locke are safe and Obama takes second. It's a strange world that we live in. A fantastic and strange world.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

The Real world

I am currently watching The Real World. Apparently I'm in the wrong decade.
Here's the thing about The Real World. When we were teenagers, we loved watching this show because they were people who were like us that were in the next phase of life. I find that when we are teenagers, we look up to those people who are just a few years older than us, though we don't recognize it at the time.
But now, we are watching people who are our same age, behaving badly in an awesome house. Some things don't change do they? There is still a sense of fascination with people who don't have anything to do but make out with each other and play around a city.
Who doesn't want that freedom and who wouldn't love to sit there with strangers and just spill your guts because that's what you are there to do? Nothin holding you back, just you, being yourself and apologizing for it later. Ah. The American dream.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

ABC Monday

I didn't have anything to do tonight and so I turned on ABC and watched the shows that were on tonight.
First up, The Bachelor. Now here's the deal. I always watch the first episode of these shows and never follow through but after tonight, I think I will be following through with this one and here's why. The girls on here are psychotic. I mean, they are certifiably insane and focused on only one thing...this man that they have never met. My favorite was the moron that was crying. Picture it: Tears streaming down her face over this guy that she saw on television and met for an hour or two. And then he chose her, well, then the producers told him to choose her as a part of his harem of 15 white girls. There's so much crazy on their faces that they can't see straight.
But not as much crazy as on the faces of the people on the show that followed The Bachelor. Introducing "Conveyor Belt of Love." Did you watch this show? Five women sit there and a conveyor belt of men goes by. They decide who they want to date and then go on the dates. So it's The Dating Game mixed with The Bachelorette mixed with Blind Date. It's just the most insane hour of television that I have ever watched, and that's saying something because I watched My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiance.
So I keep watching. This is hideous television and the perfect way to spend a Monday night when nothing else is on. And, is there a better study on the human condition? I mean, there is such an affirmation to how normal I am in comparison to these folks that have crazy all over their faces. So really, these shows are doing wonders for my self esteem.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

I'm a Carrie...ish

I'm watching an episode of Sex and the City and having a realization that I have Carrie Bradshaw tendencies. She's trying to get all four members of their group together so that they can take a picture. She says that after all the breakups and disasters, all they will have is each other and they need to hold onto that.
I have had a few similar thoughts over the past couple days. As I stare at pictures, and I can see what's coming, it has become increasingly more important to me to keep things together.
I'm good at keeping things together. Things, people, groups, etc. I can keep them together. I am usually even pretty skilled at keeping myself together. But I can see the writing on the wall on this one. It's gonna be rough.
But you know what? I can take it. I can handle it. I've been trained for this sort of thing. I watch more television than you can imagine. I see all the movies. I've crashed and burned and resurrected myself like the pheonix in Harry Potter, except I don't look like a puppet from the Jim Henson studio. At least I hope not.

Friday, January 1, 2010

It's a new year

I don't really do the resolution thing. It only leads to disappointment. But I can make a view statements of things that I wish for myself this year.
The first thing I want to do is be productive each day. I think that is not only doable but something that is conducive to someone who is looking his future in the eyes. So, productivity. Step one.
The second thing I want to do is become more comfortable in my own skin. That's something that continues through your life so I don't find it to be such a resolution. More like an acknowledged attempt at becoming a better person.
The third thing I want to do is something great. By this time next year, I want to be able to say that I have done something great. I don't know what that thing is really at this point, but I will know it when it happens.
The fourth and final thing I want to be able to do is to be able to check something off of my life goals list. Now, this list is just for me, not really for sharing. It's not like a Bucket List or something that can be shared with the world like Jennifer Lopez' physique on last night's New Years show. No. This is just for me.
Speaking of Mrs. Lopez Anthony. You know that I love her. And for a 41 year old, dang girl. But on television like that? Perhaps not the best choice. So that could be my number five thing for this year. Not wearing a one piece jumpsuit with sparkles on it.
But one without sparkles.....