Archive for January, 2003
For those who are lonely and in need of watching a great film with their true love….
The Watching-A-Movie-With-Your-Girlfriend Simulator!
The simulator is featured on www.sixsixfive.com, which is a wonderfully amusing site if you have a few hours to kill. Read “About” before “The List” if you choose to check out the site. So good. So, so good.
My current body of work on Doodledraw. Some are archived and will remain a part of my “portfolio”, others are not archived and have yet to cycle off the edge of history.
The latest, done tonight, may look familiar because it’s a reproduction of a B&W photo of mine.
I don’t know what is was, or what I may have done… or what you may have done, even.
I want to understand. Everything. At this point, I believe I need to.
I do understand that friends come in and out of your life like busboys in a restaurant.* But that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t say goodbye.
As I sit here, staring into my digital window, looking at my life at a glance, I can see my past and most interestingly enough, I can see my past’s present. I can actually see where I may have been. I can see my past getting on, getting ahead of myself, without looking back. And I stare…. intensly. Hoping for a glance. But all I see is smoke from your afterburner and a total disregard for the ones who cared — complete with eraser shavings that left a burn on my heart.
Hawaii is not the furthest you’ve traveled.
*Stolen from: Stephen King
Check this Wednesday’s edition of The News of Delaware County to see yours truly featured as the Familiar Face of the week. They show my mug on the front page and inside give a little bio, too. (I am not 100% sure it actually will be printed, but there’s a VERY good chance)
Update: Fuck the world. It’s in the HAVERTOWN edition!!
I was watching a program the other night about a boy who was playing softball with his playmate, who happened to be a little girl.
On an attempt to hit the ball over the house, he accidentally hit it straight into the girl’s head. She fell down, shaking, half unconcious. (sp?)
He got scared and drug her into his bedroom while she still trembled, fighting for life. Panic ensued within the boy when all he could picture was his dad pounding his fist into his other hand, as he did often when he was angry. So the boy repeatedly hit the girl over the head with a baseball bat. She started making noises and it led to him feeling like there was nothing he could do but find a knife and stab the girl until she stopped moving.
He was so scared of getting in trouble that he was forced into uncontrollable panic which led him to murder. He was tried as an adult and will spend life in prison, while his father sat there watching it happen.
Now I am usually not into “blame the parents” but this is a different story. The program didn’t focus on whether or not to blame them, but I did.
The father actually died after most of the story was filmed and ready to air. I can’t remember how, but all I know is that it was karma. I hope that man was guilt ridden after letting his son go to prison when all he had to do was stand up and take the blame.
“I am such a controlling, over-protective parent that my son feared me so much that he felt he must go to the lengths of murder in hopes he would not be caught and face my fury over a simple accident he felt he caused.”
This is what happens, parents. Let your children off the leash but not out of your hearts. Teach them well with an open mind, TRUST THEM, and they will in return justify your trust. And everyone’s happy.
Oh shit, Sarah Slean’s playing North Star Bar on Wed Jan 29th!!
Who’s going with me?? (I am not going to that place alone again… EEK!)
