If Oprah Winfrey is to be believed (and she is, so BACK OFF!) all you need to do to get everything you want in this world is to create a vision board. It’s way easy, you just take pictures of what you want, plop ’em on a board, and voila!
Sounds easy enough, and if anyone has ever deserved everything they’ve ever wanted, it’s me. So, here’s the first batch of stuff I’m going to need…
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It’s once again time for Hollywood’s heaviest hitters to descend upon the San Diego Convention Center in an attempt to win over the pale, sweaty masses. As a member (somewhat) of the entertainment media, I’ve been to quite a few of these fiascos. And while the franchises change, some things never do. So, for those of you who only ever experience this annual event on G4 from the comfort of your couch, here are nine things you’re guaranteed to hear at SDCC…
Here’s a fun fact about me; I’m the world’s worst sleeper. My roommates and girlfriends have all told stories about me snoring, talking, singing, speaking languages I don’t speak when I’m awake…
Weird.
Anywho, the latest bit of mid-evening entertainment happened last night at four in the morning when I was convinced that my foot was vibrating in the same way a phone would vibrate. I did what any normal person would do; I tried to answer it. As you’d imagine, not being flexible enough to pull my foot up to my face proved to be quite frustrating.
Even odder, I remember not being so annoyed that my foot was now a phone, but that someone would call me at that outrageous hour.
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Some people are dog people. Some people are cat people. The folks who live in the Holmes household are otter people. This should come as no surprise to frequent readers of this blog (do those exist?) seeing as making an otter-shaped cake was one of my past antics.
Now to be clear, my otter affinity is not an inherited trait. It was something I accepted when I started dating my girlfriend, much in the same way she is now a fan of the St. Louis Cardinals.
I take the SEPTA train into the City of Brotherly Love every weekday morning. Now, being a bit of a night owl, I’ve managed to train myself (no pun intended) to be able to sleep on the way in. In fact, sometimes the only thing that gets me out of bed is the fact that a nice little nap is waiting for me.
Another thing waiting for me is Carol. She’s the attendant who covers the R2 into Philly. She’s the best. Since we’re buddies, if I’m already sleeping by the time she comes into my car, she won’t even wake me up to see my train pass.
I love movie politicians almost as much as I loathe real-life politicians. Barack Obama? Mitt Romney? Hillary Clinton? Newt Gingrich? Not for me. Nobody gets to the top of American politics without being in somebody’s pocket.
But politicians like “Independence Day’s” Thomas J. Whitmore, “The West Wing’s” Josiah Bartlet, and “Idiocracy’s” Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho? Those guys are leaders. The only person those great Americans have to thank for putting them in the White House is their screenwriter.
So, apparently the whole wide world is going “bye-bye” on December 21, 2012. Don’t believe me? Mayans totally predicted this a billion years ago.
Now, while this fate seems harsh, I’d like to take this opportunity to take a look at some of the good things that could come from our impending doom. (I’m a glass-is-half-full kind of a guy.)
And, in case the planet doesn’t get its torch snuffed, I’ve included some good things that’ll come from life in 2013 and beyond…
The relationship between a father and a son is always a landmine of misunderstood expectations and things not said. It may seem like a “Cat’s in the Cradle” cliche, but the day when a father can finally look at his son and see a man can be life-altering.
I finally experienced that moment this past weekend.
We were at a youth figure-skating event this past Saturday, waiting for my niece to compete, when my father couldn’t quite place the music a skater was competing to.
My dad asked, “What is this song?”
I didn’t miss a beat as I responded, “‘Music of the Night’ from ‘Phantom of the Opera.'”
He didn’t say it. But I’m sure he’s never been prouder of me than he was at that moment.
The alliance partner and I have been discussing looking for a new place to live. We love the ancient house we’re in now, but it’s become less practical for a few reasons I won’t go into here.
So, I guess the first thing on my to-do list is to figure out what kinds of things I’d want out of a new house. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far…
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