Saturday, June 30, 2007

3000 words



Because good things come in trees.





We planted a leaf, and flowers came out. I dub thee, Benjamin.



See the similarity in the magazine cover and the pics I took of Benji?

And if you look closely, there's 2 more baby buds under the blooming flower.

Life is like .... Like an overextended metaphor.

My 2007 prophecy is coming through.


I know, I know. I am the king of puns.

And Bob's your Uncle

Freakney Spears!

I'm an uncle!

No, i don't mean that literally as in how old I am. Yes, I'm old enough.

Thanks a bunch.


But look at him!




He looks exhausted. Being born into my family will do that to you. Or maybe it was all that yelling he was doing earlier.

The Boy sure does love to yell.






Happy Father's Day, somebody.

My dad is a happy camper. My mom is beyond words. So sweet.

My grandma now has her first great grand child.

And I now have a tiny tiny slave to do my bidding.

I have belly button lint that needs to be taken care of.



What's it like to be born into this world with the word 'great' affixed?


The Boy hasn't been named yet. I mouthed 'melonhead' to my brother, but I don't think he understood. Will try again tomorrow.

Another name I thought would be nice for him is Denephew.

We can call his sister Denise.


postscript: I got the job. yay!

Friday, June 29, 2007

The Future Song

I love this song.

It's saying everything right, about where I am, here and now.



The Future Song Lyrics
Artist(Band):Lenny Kravitz
Singer: Vanessa Paradis
Written by: Lenny Kravitz

Life brings on unexpected changes
But we must carry on despite it
Are we gonna try
Are we gonna make it
Why is love so very hard
Why is peace so very far
I can't make it

The future of our space and time
Is not gonna wither and die
The future of our space and time
Is not gonna say goodbye

We can't control all our situations
And we can't console underpriviledged
Nations
So why don't we try
To make more smiling faces
We're so full of disregards
We feel pain within our hearts
I can't take it

The future of our space and time
Is not gonna wither and die
The future of our space and time
Is not gonna say goodbye

So I'm calling out
Out to all the races
We can't gain control
Without communication
And we need to learn for future generations
There is a future in our stars
There is beauty that is ours
We're gonna make it

The future of our space and time
Is not gonna wither and die
The future of our space and time
Is not gonna say goodbye

Escapading

Janet Jackson › Escapade (4:42)

As I was walkin' by
Saw you standin there
With a smile
Lookin' shy
You caught my eye
Thought you'd want to hang
For a while
Well I'd like to be with you
And you know its friday too
I hope you can find the time
This weekend to relax and unwind

My mind's tired
Ive worked so hard all week
Cashed my check
I'm ready to go
I promise you
I'll show you such a good time

Come on baby let's get away
Lets save your troubles for another day
Come go with me we've got it made
Let me take you on an escapade (lets go)

Es-ca-pade
We'll have a good time
Es-ca-pade
Leave your worries behind
Es-ca-pade
You can be mine
Es-ca-pade
An escapade

So don't hold back
Just have a good time
We'll make the rules up
As we go along
And break them all
If we're not havin fun
Come on baby lets get away
Lets save your troubles for another day
Come go with me weve got it made
Let me take you on an escapade (lets go)

My minds tired I've worked
Worked so hard all week
I just got paid, weve got it made
Ready to go
I promise you I'll show you
Such a good time
Come on baby lets get away
Lets save your troubles for another day
Come go with me we've got it made
Let me take you on an escapade (lets go)

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Deal or no deal?

I've been given an offer I can't refuse.

Someone wants me to be an editor at a magazine. The pay is good, the hours decent, and I'll be able to direct TV in a while (just like I used to). And yes, I can play a doctor on TV.

There's more. I cannot say no.

I will be gunning for this job. Footage on Friday.

Which is why I am invoking John Milton's Dante in 'Paradise Lost'.

"With thee conversing I forget all time,
All seasons, and their change,--
all please alike.

Sweet is the breath of morn,
her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful ev'ning mild; then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,

And these the gems of heaven, her starry train:
But neither breath of morn when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,
Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon

Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet."


Money, money, moneeey.

Give it to meeee.

Monday, June 25, 2007

When I massacre the language, its art.

'A DESPERATE CRY FOR HELP'
A pome
by Vince Wong.

You can...

Save the whales.
Save the dolphins.
Save the trees.
Save the planet.

and don't forget
while you're at it,
to save the turtles.

( "Save all this
and at last
you will be saving
your own ass." )*

You can -

Save time.
Save water
Save money.
Save electricity
Save your breath.

Save a piece of pecan pie for me.

Yeppity. You can!

Save the yaks.
Save the squids.
Save the llamas.
(its good karma)
and if you have time left
You can save all the chickens.
(we need the eggs)

But, wait, that's not all!
There's more!
You can Save The Day!

You can save a goal -
and if you can take it, save _it_!
(that's right, tell off the cursed goalie
tell him to shave off that blessed goatie
You could camp overnight in it!
You could lose a chihuahua in it!)

You can save Cinderella
from her evil stepmother
But first make sure that she
can get along with
your own very critical mother!
"Glass slippers are so very lian."
She must now come back home before ten.

You can save Olive,
from 'Et tu, Brutus!?'
If Popeye should make the mistake
of eating cabbage instead of spinach
and then, while rushing to her aid, fall
thus inspiring the warning:
"No Running With Scissors Salad!"

I grant you the power, yes!
you can save Lois Lane
from Superman's only likely manly shame
perhaps Clark Kent had ever once lost his nerve
And decided that he could never really confess
his undying love for her, or worse!
if he had the hots instead for that handsome young hunk in 'The Crying Game' !

Phew! Save all that first and all at last
You will be saving your very own skinny ass.

And if you do,
Be my hero.

Save me.

You can.