Friday, February 20, 2009

Brenda

I love my wife Brenda. She is amazing! She makes great food from scratch including fajitas, minestrone soup, waffles, and black bean soup. She's great and she's so pretty.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

COMIC-CON

My first Comic-Con! Sweaty fanboys pawing over well-preserved first editions as far as the eye could see. 
There was plenty of D & D slash Magic the Gathering going on.
Old Nintendo Systems I was drooling over. All for sale! Curse my dismal resources.
The closest I'll come to having an action figure of myself.
This guy gave me his 'x-rated' pose.

Awesome.

It looks like the Ghostbusters have really let themselves go over the years...


Probably the saddest shot of the day. Interesting how one line of dialogue can lead to a career on the convention circuit. As Hadleigh and Seth pointed out, the 'Autograph Area,' which included Peter Mayhew (the guy inside the Chewbacca suit), felt a little like the poignant autograph/merch scene in The Wrestler. It's the strange territory where pride and embarrassment overlap. The dream goes on...

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Thursday, January 22, 2009

ELI WALLACH + DARREN HANLON

I'm still not sure how it happened, but I spent most of yesterday with two of my idols: Hollywood legend Eli Wallach and Australian Singer/Songwriter Darren Hanlon.



It was a very good day.

Thanks, Buddy



For Christmas, my friend John "Buddy" Martin gave me the new Rolling Stone "Cover to Cover" CD-Rom database. It's exactly what it sounds like: 40 years of the magazine, digitized, complete with ads.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Watching the Kids Grow Up

Feeling pressured by our parents, Brenda and I recently decided to bring a little bundle of joy into this dismal existance. His name is Little Rocker Jr., and he's our miracle.


He was born, extremely premature, on Christmas Day. Weighing only 1.2 ounces upon arrival, he has now grown a staggering 600%, just as the packaging promised. As you can see, he has his parents' ghastly white complexion. He is musically gifted, though we make him practice his guitar in the confines of a 2-liter soda bottle, so as not to upset the neighbors. He's got his mother's eyebrows, but his father gave him those striking baby blues. We love our Little Rocker Jr.