01.23.00
An ode to friends.
See, I'm not so good at talking to folks. Alot of the time, I get nervous. Or I tend to put too much pressure on myself to please and entertain or just seem so darn cool that they should be thrilled to be with me. The downside of that is I'm not always there, I'm not fully tuned in, I'm working on my next line instead of listening to what my friends have to say.
Since I'm so bad at articulating to my friends, I thought I'd use the intimate privacy of the World Wide Web to throw out some of the things that I think are really damn cool about some of the people I know. Not sure why I'm doing this....maybe since I so rarely get a moment alone with these folks, maybe 'cause it never hurts to say something nice, maybe because it's one of those rainy Sundays when things like this just happen. I dunno.
Neil M
This is the kind of guy guys like to hate. You know, the kind of guy that's really damn good looking and yet nice too. If you had an older brother, you'd wish it was Neil - athletic, smart, funny, etc. Has all sorts of sides to him - every time I think he's one way, he's the other. He can party like a mofo or he can chill with his wife - he fits in either way.
Amy M
This woman bleeds passion and determination. One of those people that when the shit hits the fan, you wish she was there. Reassuring. Sanity. I always feel kinda important just being in the same room as Amy, as if some of her strength will rub off on me. Her and her man are the closest thing to all-American happiness I can envision.
Amy C
She just cracks me up. There are certain people (you'll see more below) who you just kinda like to watch - their stories, their movements, their humor, it just flows. This woman's fire is addictive.
Scott M
I can't keep up with his humor sometimes. Once in a while we'll go out and I'll come home and 2 hours later I'll realize exactly what that joke meant and I'll laugh. Yet, this guy's favorite movies are Fletch and Austin Powers. Go figure. Of course, he's got those damn McG genes, which pretty much ensure you can talk 32 languages, outswim Mark Spitz, play assorted woodwind and string instruments, etc.
Ken G
No, not the sax player. My other lifemate - aka the guy I spend 2 hours in the car with every day. I've realized that one of my least desirable traits is the ability to talk shit (or give shit) to the people who I care about most. I'm always bitching about Ken's lateness, his women, his whatever....when in truth, I've never meet a more solid, level-headed, kind-hearted guy. It's weird - I feel an odd generosity towards Kenny, meaning there's no one in the world I'd be more happy to give a ride to, help with a move, or be there when he's in need. He's my go-to person - when I need someone, he's there. He's also this wonderful combination of my present and past - we've had so many of the same experiences in life (and I ain' t just talking about women!), and we're going through so much of the same stuff now. The kind of guy you can hang out with and not have to say much to.....just being there is good.
Today's Specials:
my soccer league
where i should be now, but it's raining
guster
still obsessed with this album
idealab
no, i won't tell you why
rotten.com
when you really need gross shit