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Procrastination

I was going to write a lengthy post on procrastination and steps we all can take to not fall prey to it…

But I think I’ll write it next week instead.

MLS Season Starts in less than 2 weeks!!

MLS starts in two weekends.  That means my wife and kids lose control of the tv on Saturday nights as I gorge myself on soccer all night long.

Luckily for them, thanks to modern technology and the MLS Live app on my TV, I don’t watch all 20 hours of MLS soccer action, I just watch a couple marquee games (including, of course, my LA Galaxy) and then the 20-minute condensed versions of the rest of the matches.  Gotta love technology!

So bye-bye weekend sleeping and hello MLS!

 

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Creation

So, it’s been awhile since I’ve shot a movie (short or feature).  Been mainly doing the sound thing and and screenwriting thing.  But I think I need to get back to shooting my own things, as well.

This past weekend I directed/shot a commercial for my brother’s law firm.  Maybe I’ll post a link to it here when it’s done.  But it reinforced something I’ve been thinking about the last couple months — it’s time for me to make another movie.

I think I know the story and can write the script pretty quickly.  I even have the title– “13 Life”.  So I think I’m going to create this right now and declare on this blog that no one reads, that this coming summer I’m going to shoot my second feature film.  Maybe I’ll even pick a date for the start of principal photography and put one of those countdown widgets on the right-hand side of this blog…

But there you go.  I’ve created it and I’ve committed to it.  Now it’s time to get to work on it..

Shirley, you can’t be serious

Ah, very sad to hear that Shirley Temple passed away….

Not necessarily because I was a big fan (of the child actor or US ambassador) or anything…

But because she was basically the last living member of a long-ago Hollywood era.  And with her passing, that era officially becomes something of the past.

I suppose that it will be even more poignant for me when I see an era that was more personal to me come to a close.  Of course, I’ll have to live to a good, ripe age to see that happen.  So it will be poignant, but will mean I’ve outlasted ‘em.  I’ve often said that the price of a long, rich life, is watching others end their journey before yours, so I guess, given the alternative, I’ll be just fine with watching some more eras come to a close…

Unicorn Magic

So I often tell my daughter a bedtime story… She’s 11 and going on 18, but still likes a good story at the bedtime…

And sometimes she tells me a story…

And we often tell the continuing adventures of the same character. For about a year it was Dave the Dog (I especially enjoyed the tale I spun of Dave’s time as a sailor in the Navy stationed on a submarine).

For the past month, we’ve been spinning the tales of Larry the Unicorn.

(My daughter would point out that technically that picture is an Alacorn, not a Unicorn. But since that’s Larry’s face for sure, just imagine there are no wings and then you know exactly what Larry looks like.)

Tonight, Larry the Unicorn went backpacking across Europe, and one dark and stormy night somewhere in Germany he encountered another backpacker, Lorenzo the Llama (from Spain).

They decided to camp together for the night and it’s lucky they did because a pack of wolves attacked in the middle of the night, hoping to have some Unicorn and Llama snacks. Things looked bleak for Larry and Lorenzo, but then my daughter remembered that Larry the Unicorn has a special power that had been established a couple adventures ago…. You see, Larry has a delicate stomach and a strong colon… and well… those wolves scared him and, luckily for him and unfortunately for the Wolves, at lunchtime that day Larry had stopped at a German baked bean stand for a big bowl of German baked beans… So the wolves scared Larry the bloated and gassy Unicorn into unleashing a magical Unicorn fart…

And wolves have a strong sense of smell anyway. And it was so horrible that the wolves’ fur all fell off.

(This ain’t funny, bro…)

 

And the wolves ran away, howling and retching, and Larry and Lorenzo were saved.

Although Lorenzo was nauseous and wished he had arms with which to wave away those toxic fumes. But they continued their backpacking adventures the next day and Lorenzo didn’t allow Larry to eat any more beans the rest of the trip and they all lived happily ever after (even the wolves, who eventually re-grew all their fur). The end.


And that’s a typical bedtime with my daughter..

 

 

(The moral of the story is that when telling a bedtime tale to a child, if you paint yourself into a corner, you can always rescue yourself with a good fart joke.  Works every time…)

Skunks and Metal

So I had an interesting run this morning.  You know it’s a wacky run when almost getting sprayed by a skunk isn’t the worst part of your run….

So the plan was 8 miles.  6 at MP and then 2 easy, cool down.  Two blocks from my house I almost ran into a skunk as it came waddling out from under a car right as I was passing by — in hindsight I shouldn’t have been that surprised, when I went outside yesterday morning to go to the car, the whole neighborhood REEKED of this little guy — but anyway, he walked right out in front of me.

He looked like this, just dirty and much angrier….

First off, I didn’t realize I could stop that quickly and start backpedalling (I almost tweaked my knee big-time).  And second, I now know what it looks like when a skunk hisses at you and raises it’s tail…

Luckily I retreated quickly enough that Mr. Skunk didn’t go through with his threat, and I ran down a different block to get on with my run…

The next 4.5 miles went along nicely in the cool and dark (this was 5:30 a.m.).  I was hitting my pace goal and running nice and easy and feeling good.  Then at about 4.5 miles I felt a sharp pain in my right foot, as if a bee had stung the bottom of my forefoot just below the toes.  I came to a stop, sorta hopping on my left foot, confused.  Then turned around and looked back…

And sure enough, there was a piece of metal sticking up in the road.  Like a slim piece of metal flashing that had become imbedded in the asphalt and something had caused one end to break free and about an inch and a half was sticking straight up in the air.

Imagine a tiny sliver of this stuff about 2 inches long stuck in the pavement…

So I sat down on the curb and pulled off my shoe and, sure enough, there was a little slit in the bottom of the shoe and when I pulled off my sock there was a little blood.  But luckily, it wasn’t long enough to pierce the shoe and insert and gone all the way through my foot.  Just a little stab wound.

Of course, being a runner, my first concern was the shoes and whether a little hole in them would reduce their life-span…

So then I put my sock and shoe back on and finished the remaining 1.5 miles to my house, where I had planned on getting some water and then doing the 2 miles cool-down.  But I figured I’d stop there, before something even more calamitous happened….

Like a Sharknado or something hitting the neighborhood…

Of course, we don’t really ever have tornadoes in Southern California… Maybe a Shark-quake??

Think I’ll do tomorrow’s 4-mile slow and easy recovery run on the treadmill at the gym, just to give the bottom of my foot a day to heal…

I don’t follow football much, but I do hate the 49er’s….

Charles Shaw Chardonnay at TJ’s: $1.99
Calluna Chalk Hill 2009 Merlot at Manhattan Fine Wines: $39.99
49er Fans’ Tears Collected into a whine bottle and labeled 2014 Sherman’s Big Mouth: Priceless

Marathon Number Two

Oh, I haven’t posted much on this blog in the past couple months.  Mainly because I’m lazy.

Also because I’ve been running a lot.  And working.  And being a family man.  You know, the regular shit.

But I figured that I should post to the world that I intend to run my second marathon on June 1st, 2014– The San Diego Rock n’ Roll Marathon.  With a goal of knocking 30 minutes off my PR…

So there it is, world (or, to be more accurate, the two people who accidentally stumble across this blog while searching for blog articles about David Beckham’s hair-style this week…).  My running goal for the first half of 2014 is now public.  And the training begins at the end of this month…

Now to work on getting the rest of my life in shape…

Gun Control

So a friend of mine is a big time blogger and about as liberal as they come.  And she once told me that the biggest response she ever got to a blog post, was when she posted a very heated blog demanding stricter gun control.

She said it was uncanny how quickly gun supporters started posting comments, calling her names and quoting the second amendment and, well, you know, being your typical NRA-nut.

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So…. I figured… what the heck.  No one reads my blog.  I don’t even publicize my blog.  Hell, I don’t even hardly ever write on my blog.  So I wonder if I made a post demanding strict gun control laws… would some NRA-backed computer algorithm detect this post and send the link to all the gun nuts so they can bombard my comment section?

So here goes:

Guns suck

I think we should at least place restrictions and controls on gun ownership equal to the restrictions and controls placed on car ownership.  And any gun outside of personal protection and hunting should just flat-out be illegal.  And don’t even bring up the 2nd Amendment — the government doesn’t allow you to own a rocket launcher or nuke, so they already define and restrict what is protected by that Amendment…

So there.

And I haven’t even brought up the fallacy that owning a gun will provide better protection for your family.  Or that more often than not, owning a gun is just a way to overcompensate for other things that are…. shall we say… deficient in your life.

So, in parting, let me say, “Make love.  Not guns.”  And if you like, hate or are totally indifferent to this blog, please leave a comment and tell all your friends (since I’m too lazy to publicize — or write — this blog).

God bless America.

Oh Yeah

Oh yeah, uh, I sorta finished a marathon this past Saturday.

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It’s only like the thing I’ve been working towards the last 9 months or so…

Now what do I do?

I guess I gotta run another….

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