cheezy bullshit

sorry, "Papa John," or whatever the fuck your name is, but do we really need a six-cheese pizza? personally, I’ve lost the cheese taste after the second cheese.

fear the 'Foot.

besides wanting to be a wolfman in my youth—and speaking of Spokane—I wanted to form a team to hunt Bigfoot. now, I'm not so sure I'd have the balls to do that.

does not rhyme with cocaine

I was recently in Spokane, the hometown of many of my Seattle friends, and it helped me understand exactly where they're coming from—figuratively and literally.

say it ain't so, yo!

film producer and local softballer Stan "Staniel Adams" Mastalerz has been arrested for defacing the Space Needle to promote a local film! free the Mastalerz 1!

fung ku, panda!

so, the SIFF (Seattle International Film Festival) includes Kung Fu Panda 2 in its lineup. oy, vey! thankfully, my buddy Matt Wilkins' film—Marrow—made the cut.

but, in time...

you ask if I plan to write another book; if I'm still writing stories; if I've written anything new, anything lately. my short reply? other than on my blog, no.

keepin' us honest

it's a good sign when your softball team loses in a laugher—takes a drubbing, has its collective ass handed to it—but then comes back to snatch a win in Game 2.

workin' 9 to 5

what's the statute of limitations on illegal distribution of a sexual-harassment industrial video—one that features me, the Dabney Coleman of industrial videos?

on any given Sunday

pinched neck nerve. busted pinky. sore hammy. strained calf. bad back. two injured knees. a softball coach has to face these types of thing on any given Sunday.

good plan

I'm glad I have my $19.99 all-you-can-text phone plan: over the past week, I've sent and received 571 SMS messages—an average of 82/day!—for a total of $114.20.

stylish, but cheap

those Imported from Detroit ads (Chrysler) make the car look so stylish & expensive! then they say it's available for $199/month, which kinda cheapens the deal.

trapped

trapped in your home = your softball teammate falling asleep on your couch + the girlfriend who came to pick up said teammate also falling asleep on said couch.

the ISL co–Comm-Ish

if you're wondering about my 2-day blog hiatus, I've been overwhelmed with work—not at my job, but with the goings-on of the Seattle Industrial Softball League.

congratulations, Dan & Susie!

it must be a good, fun, happy wedding when it's cold and raining all weekend and yet no one complains about the temperature, the weather, or the 7-hour ride up!

Mome alone

poor monkey bastard seems to know when we're leaving the house for more than 24 hours. strangely quiet, he follows us around "supervising"—and always underfoot.

thespianism

when I hear a monologue of the type that was given by Don Ameche in Heaven Can Wait or Mickey Shaughnessy in The Marrying Kind, I regret having given up acting.

"causally connectible"

I'm into serendipity, coincidence, synchronicity. so I enjoyed seeing these randomly generated letters on the license plate of a car a cutie was driving: "UQT".

spirit of America

say what you will, but there's nothing like sitting down—be it in the evening or morning—and rolling up your own nice, natural, additive-free-tobacco cigarette.