Tuesday, February 24, 2009

screw Guy Atchley

Don't go to Fuddrucker's.  I waited for 40 minutes for burgers for my wife and I.  But guess who came in twenty minutes after us but was happily munching on burger well before we got ours?  Local news anchor/celebrity/silver fox Guy Atchley.  What's better than that?  He was actually wearing one of those vests that people wear when they dress up as journalists.  You know, like the one Don Johnson wore in the "searching for a heartbeat" video.













I'm not good with quotes, just paraphrases


Mother Teresa said that it isn't about doing something big, but about doing the small things with diligence...or something.  I'm in to that.  Maybe it was, "we aren't called to success, but to faithfulness."   I want to stop trying to start a revolution and just love my family, love my friends; and treat strangers like they aren't strangers at all.

Friday, February 20, 2009




I went to Las Vegas to see an old friend get married this week.  The ceremony took place in the top of the stratosphere which is, if you don't know, a 1,000 foot tower with amusement park rides on top of it, a beautiful view, and the ability to instill a urinate-in-your-pants sense of fear.  Here are a few pictures from the top, plus one of me with a guy who plays a mean saxophone on Fremont st.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

one more thing


You know who is better than Coldplay?  Natalie Merchant, that's who.


Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Coldplay


I don't think their is anyone in the world I want to cage match with more than this dude.  I watched the Grammy's the other night and steamed while this toolbag took home a bunch of awards for songs he didn't write while wearing costumes previously worn by musicians who actually deserve recognition.  He writes shallow, meaningless, boring trash that is probably only good enough for those emotional scenes in Grey's Anatomy or E.R.  He looks like a malnourished horse, he named his daughter Apple and he has the audacity to apologize to Paul McCartney for biting the Sgt. Pepper's outfits during an acceptance speech.  oh, and find someone better to steal songs from than Joe Satriani.