i am thinking...

I am the only over 40 gal watching Gossip Girl. And you know what? I don't care cause I love it. Oh commercial over...

a voicemail message from my dad this morning

"...all these guys dying lately...Bernie Mac, Carlin, Isaac Hayes. Don't know what is going on. Just remember, you can be young for a while but you can be immature for your entire life."
There is a wise message in there somewhere I am sure of it. Not sure how it relates to the dudes that have been passing on as of late yet my dad seems to have something going on. I had to share. I think I have a new mantra. One that apparently I've been living already. Perhaps that is why I feel and look younger than I am in actual years. go immaturity. be immature today. It will keep you young in the end. plus it seems to agitate the "old" folks. A bonus.

here is the deal

I been thinking that I need to give more thought.
Specifically in my blog entries.
I fought for a long time to not do a blog. Cause it seemed that everyone else was doing it. It wasn't that I was afraid my parents would find out it was just...i don't really know what it was just that I felt this strong paltable feeling that I did not want to do it. Then I did. Sort of the same process as when I got a tattoo. I did not want to for a long time. Violently against it. (hee. why did I say that? It is not as if I went around randomly performing acts of violence in the name of NOT getting a tattoo). I suppose it is said so to convey the conviction of really being against something. I do recall that at that time in my life i did feel strongly that tattoos were wrong, for me, only. I am not sure if I would have actually been violent or not in regard to tattoos. Yet I will never know cause the conviction was never tested. Never was I walking in the park and a random person flashed past me and tattooed me. Alas, we never really do know our values till they are tested. Hence why I now have a tattoo, two tats to be precise. I did not want one, was against them and then one day I was not and wanted one.
When I got my first one I was 30. I came home to visit my parents just after I had it done. Showed my dad to which he replied, "I don't understand. You are 30. What are you rebelling against again?"
"Ah, but isn't it cute? They are frogs"

Now I have a blog, as you know...right?

And as one that has a blog I tend to read other blogs. Some are good, truly. And others, most, are not. It hit me yesterday that the ones that are good...
Good being - to me that is -
Blogs that actually say something, entertain me, keep me there, are honest, not self promoting (well blantantly that is - because hey it is YOUR blog so that kind of covers that area, I believe), and just overall simple, basic.
The ones that are good appear to be blogs where thought and time is put into the entries. not just slapped up there in a few minutes. entries just up to say, "hey look at me! look at me!" I have written several (probably more) that I am sure fall into this category. That is what got me to thinking. I need to spend more time on the thought and writing of each entry. Well maybe not EACH entry but most.
I think I need to give more thought in other words.

Interesting. When I started writing this particular entry I pictured one or two lines telling, saying that I was going to think more and put more into my blog. Huh. It is like the behaviour change has already started. WOW! That doesn't happen much...to me anyway. It feels nice.

"these are some of my favorite things..."

on da shore!

baby steps

I ran after work today. first time in months!. i ran for a little bit. gots to start somewhere. i am out of shape. it felt good. i skipped after i ran. that felt great. i danced and spun around as i listened to my iPod. that was fantastic. i am getting older. and with that comes the realization that each time i get back into exercising it is a wee bit harder, takes longer and feels a tad bit more strained. i always get back though. yes i am getting older. alas, what also comes with that is the realization that i sitll can do it, still get back in shape, if i so choose. oh and i can skip, dance, spin around and sing out loud and truly, absolutely and positively not care what anyone, anything thinks.(lots of deer and other critters here in my hood - well their hood, i am just visiting, technically). and i am not just saying it, i means it! that makes me young. ah ha...i found it! and that is simply brilliant.

do you remember? I do....

http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/books/08/12/wacky.packages/index.html

Friday, what a day so far!

two pieces of information to share with you today -
1. I quite possibly, figuratively and literally, am falling in love with Lewis Black. I am reading his new book, Me of Little Faith, and loving it. I am laughing out loud on the bus, missing my stop on the bus since so into it, and feeling a real connection to him. He gets me. Where are you Lew? (that is what he calls himself in the book when telling a story - I feel that since I am half way through it we are close enough that I can now call him Lew). Lew, call me. I can easily check your touring schedule on your website to know where you are - but I think it would be better and more healthy for our future relationship if you call me. Starting a romance with a stalking never works. Or so I have read.

2. This morning while getting my coffee at the Express Oasis (said, "OWAAASIS") I glimpsed a headline on a magazine that threw me for a loop da loop! It was an animal lovers magazine. A picture of a very cute kitty on the cover. A close up actually. Nice headshot. And the line was, "Feline Crisis in America; The cat has become a second class citizen"
Let me preface the next statement, my response to seeing this sentence in print (published print)with the following caveat...I love kitty cats. Adore them and quite frankly think they are well, ah, the meow! But ah, "WHAT THE FUCK?"
When did felines become citizens let alone first class and now second class? And this is a dilemna for us? Well of course it is! I am not shocked by that part of it. And now where does that place women, black people in the line of citizenship just as a few examples?
I did not read the article. Had to continue onto work, no time. So the actual crisis or the definition of their now second class citizenship, for now, will remain a mystery to me. I can only imagine, conjure up a story. I am fine with that. Material potential for future sets. "You can use that in your act!" As everyone seems to say to me whenever they have a story to tell me, or a joke. Since we all know that using other people's established jokes or stories is what is acceptable for comedians to do. Ah crap...I got off on a tangent again. Drat. Ok, back to kitties!
Perhaps it is the beginning of a new Republican campaign to find more voters...or we have just finally run out of news, information to write about and the animal magazine is the only news source that is willing to stand up and say it! Push that envelope with your kitty paw! Either way, for whatever reason drove the headline and the article to be written, it made my Friday. Thanks random animal lover magazine.

hello car 54 where are you?

moving, car lag from NYC trip, busy at work, writing show for October, creating show for Apex theatre, writing material for stand up set next week, securing a perm position at work so to get health insurance, running, new commute to work pattern, and budgeting money. What the hell do all of these things have in common? Me! I be back soon with insights and ramblings. Sit tight, get up, run around, take a nap, put your pants on, eat a snack, slug down some wine, just do something and be patient.