Long Time Gone

Dear The Internet,

So, it's been a couple months since I last posted something. Oops. I guess I'm a little surprised at how much time it takes to put up a quality post and how rare that time is. I can't really think of anything to post right now either, which can't help. I'm feeling sort of creatively constipated and I'm hoping that I can get things moving again by writing a bit. I really want to get out and shoot some photos, but these winter months make daylight a much desired commodity. It also doesn't help that I've been exercising more, which is a huge time eater.

Since it's the new year-ish I figure I'll write out some of my resolutions. I kind of don't believe in New Year's Resolutions because I think that if you want to change something, you should start as soon as you get that desire. January 1st isn't magic and most people don't keep their resolutions. If you really want to do something, you don't need to wait for a new calendar year. With that in mind, here are some things that I hope to change this coming year:

I'm Going To Disneyland!!!

Dear The Internet,

I moved around a lot while I was growing up, but I spent a good portion of my formative years in Orange County (specifically Orange). We lived about fifteen minutes away from Disneyland and, like most kids in Orange, I had an annual pass to the park. It wasn’t uncommon for my mom to drop my brother and me off at the entrance with $10 each and let us go at it for the day. I came to know the park like the back of my hand. I knew all the jokes they tell on Jungle Cruise by heart. I could recite “remain seated, please” in a terrible attempt at Spanish. I could spend a whole day there, not spend a dime, and still eat three square meals (note, those “square meals” were actually tortillas from the factory tour). The one downside to growing up like this is that it has totally demystified the whole experience for me.

Dear The Internet,

Recently, my super awesome girlfriend bought me a brand spanking new iPod Nano (6^th generation). This means that with a very heavy heart, I will stop using my very heavy Creative NOMAD Jukebox Zen Xtra. Yes, that is its actual name and yes, that is actually ridiculous. I thought it would be fun to do a head to head battle between the two. A young and spry David verses a senile and overweight Goliath. 

And Then I Cried

Dear The Internet,

I kind of started running in a funny way. For a few years after I graduated I stuck around the beautiful seaside town were my college was located. It’s an odd experience living in a college town after you graduate. It’s sort of like watching a play with a different cast. The lines are the same, but the delivery is totally different. The characters completely unaware that they are telling the same story others have told before them. I started running mostly out of boredom and ended up taking a liking to it.

How Zombie Proof Is My House

 

Dear The Internet,

Have you ever wondered what would happen if you woke up one morning and found your city to be completely taken over by zombies? Would you be prepared? How easy to fortify is your home? All of these are ridiculous questions that I will answer.

R.I.P. Frankencomputer

Dear The Internet,

Today marks the passing of our near and dear friend, comrade, and confidant: Frankencomputer. Early this morning, I sat Frankencomputer out on the cold, unforgiving sidewalk for the e-waste recycling people to come and pick her up. On the walk to my car, I paused, ever so briefly, to contemplate the life and death of my old friend. As if it were my own life coming to an end, her entire existence passed before my eyes.

Act Your Age

Dear The Internet,

I just watched the trailer for Drive Angry and I honestly think they meant to put it as one of the fake trailers in Grindhouse, but I guess that would also explain why it is actually a movie, so I'll just say that it looks either terribly awesome or awesomely terrible. I can't even tell the difference any more. One thing that absolutely baffles me is when seasoned (aka, old) actors get paired up with super young actresses. Amber Heard is almost 20 years younger than Nicolas Cage! How would it be at all believable that they would pair up? Next is also guilty of this (it's also guilty of being terrible, so there's that). Maybe it's in Nicolas Cage's contract that his costar must be at least fifteen years younger than him. At least Adam Sandler has the decency to pair himself with very attractive woman that are within his age range.