10 questions

We recently watched "Inside the Actor's Studio" and it cracks me up how ridiculous and important actors consider themselves. The only redeeming and entertaining portion, to me, is the ten questions by Bernard Pivot that host James Lipton asks every guest:

1. What is your favorite word?
2. What is your least favorite word?
3. What turns you on [creatively, spiritually or emotionally]?
4. What turns you off?
5. What sound or noise do you love?
6. What sound or noise do you hate?
7. What is your favorite curse word?
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
9. What profession would you not like to do?
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

Since this is my blog, and I get to be just as arrogant as actors here, I'll take my shot.

1. What is your favorite word? "lickety-split"
   
2. What is your least favorite word? "literally"
   
3. What turns you on [creatively, spiritually or emotionally]? rain: the smell, sound and feel of it
   
4. What turns you off? traffic...well, crowds of most kind
   
5. What sound or noise do you love? the sound my son makes when happy
   
6. What sound or noise do you hate? a loved one in pain (people make the best and worst sounds, really)
   
7. What is your favorite curse word? all of them, I like to switch my favorites regularly
   
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? small business owner
   
9. What profession would you not like to do? most physician careers, with the possible exception of orthopedic surgeon
   
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? "Just how I like 'em--a guy with no regrets."
    

what's up with the D&D cartoon orcs vs. the Return of the Jedi soldiers?

Yeah, that's a super-long title for a blog post. But seriously, the orcs from the Dungeons & Dragons cartoons look extremely similar to the pig-looking guards in Jabba the Hut's palace in Return of the Jedi. Has no one made this connection before? I mean, even their clothing looks the same, but the green-skinned biped that is the pig-soldier is the same in both shows. What's up with that?

Anyone have the energy of finding some photos of each and posting them up? I'd be most obliged.

Speaking of nothing in particular, I thought I'd give an update on my hockey skills. Eventually I'd hope they become "skillz" but we're not quite there yet. Anyway, today I had maybe my best game ever. I scored a nice goal (lifted it over the goalie on the short side, top shelf, quite
impressive!), I had a nice assist to Greg for another goal, and I (of course) took a 2 minute penalty for "roughing." To me, that's probably the best tri-fecta I could have hoped for!

And the guy I took the penality on had to leave the game. Not that I'm proud of that, mind you, but let's just say that the crease is mine. Got it?!

Just had to share. I'm particularly missing friends in Seatown about now, hope all remains up there, and I hope to be back soon.

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what I want
when events of the now turn to thoughts of the past
and people in my life fall into place
repast

some with purpose, some at random, but desperate
like the lambs of jame gum
the ghosts that haunt me
don't seem to get tired
the dreams that hunt me
pursue
reviewing the memories that strike me
bluntly

give me too much pause
two much cause
to blunt me

-Shelton Brett, January 18, 2006

coffee is for closers

We now have one of the (sigh) national coffee chains in the small town where I live, and I reluctantly admit that I'm not only a user of their services, I really like them. I know when I lived in Seattle it was extremely hip to throw your nose in the air and walk swiftly pass the Starbucks and into the local mom-and-pop place to support the little guy. And usually, the coffee was better anyway.

Now, after having lived so long in a place where the little guy coffee is marginal and inconsistent, I admit to looking forward to driving to the green and white lettering and ploppoing down $5.95 for my Big Mac of coffees. Yes, a little piece of me cringes, but when that consistent, perfect temperature of soy chai latte (venti, of course) slides down my throat, the guilt is washed away. Yum. Well, almost all the guilt.

But isn't this picture great? "Put that coffee down. Coffee is for closers." I think it was this turn as the corporate pusher in Glengarry Glen Ross that Alec Baldwin really took hold as a great scene-stealer. Sure we loved him in Malice, but really, when did he become this great comedic talent? He stole the movie in Along Came Polly and watching him in SNL is fantastic. Anyway, I suggest that when you watch Glengarry Glen Ross you don't accidently leave your outdoor speakers on, set at "11." And definitely not in rural Utah (thanks for the story, Quinton).

new blogs

Okay, so this is the blog to apologize for the absence of previous blogs, but that's not what blogging is supposed to be about. It's here for when I need it, and to use it, and it just so happens that I did need it this last semester yet did not take advantage of it. A lesson to myself: do not take this for granted, I know that this helps, and I need to keep leaking the stuff here so that the rest is worthwhile. Okay. Done with self-lecture. I apologize to myself and it's time to move on.

There's this "new" blog that I'm getting offered that has to do with Google somehow, maybe I'll migrate to that. If anything changes, I'll be sure to post it here.

BTW, it seems fellow bloggers are going to a variety of hotspots, including facebook and myspace, and also creating new accounts on blogger. I suppose it's all good, just keeping up my RSS feed has been the chore.

Not a bunch I want to share with the world, except perhaps my greatest feat to date, this picture should tell the story.

Bologna

I just saw a great new commercial for Oscar Meyer bologna on TV. Actually, it was an old commercial, in the exact same form and song of the original: with many a young child singing the "Oscar Meyer" song in out-of-tune phrases that also missed a few words. Delightful.

I remember eating bologna (always pronounced "baloney" in my neighborhood) in sandwiches as a kid, and looooving them. I mean really loving that stuff. Maybe a little mustard, maybe a little butter, (never any mayo for me), but always enjoying a nice sandwich ideally between two slices of white (but yes, I had a mother that often threw in some wheat when I wasn't looking).

Tasty.

I think I also ate hot dogs. You know, the raw ones. Straight out of the fridge in the 12 pack, just for a snack. I don't remember thinking, "Damn, these things are great when not warmed up and not in a bun," but when you're hungry as a kid, some things are just going to do. That was the situation with raw hot dogs. Don't even get me started on the Sucrets as "candy" issue I had around, oh, 1st grade.

Anyway, the reason I bring this up is because I saw the commercial and really had to think the last time I had bologna. (I still sing the song when I type it: B O L O G N A). I mean, I haven't had a bologna sandwich since I was a kid, and can't remember that time. I did, on a trip to Germany a few years back, order the "meatlof" off of the menu and had a big slice of what I presume was similar to bologna, but I don't think that counts since Darmstadt was somewhat recovering from Octoberfest at the time. I didn't eat it. And I went back to eating sausage and saurkraut for the remainder of my meals (awesome!) that trip.

Anyway, maybe I look forward to eventually having kids. I mean, yes, I do, and perhaps my return to bologna as a staple is part of that. Maybe.

the Easter egg Easter egg

As found in GTA: Vice City.