1000

Here we are, folks, at post 1000, nearly 3 years after I started this little venture.

Oh, this number isn’t 100% accurate; after KTVT had their rent-a-cop escort me from the building for referring to one of their managers as “annoying” on this very site, I went through and cleaned out some posts. It was probably unnecessary. And here and there I’ve removed other posts for whatever reasons or whims.

I got a couple nice submissions from readers. Let’s get rolling.

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“If this were TV, they'd do a shitty clips show, so I think you should do a post comprised of only clips from previous posts.” –Nadine

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So I decided it’s going to be comprised partly of reader submissions, and partly of clips from previous posts. I spent years in the television industry; I can’t help it.

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From Sis:

As your sister and all, I should have tons of funny, interesting, potential blackmail material for this occasion. But, seven years of motherhood and sleep deprivation have made my memory fuzzy.

I wanted to write something that is very close to the heart of BB, so I chose our trip to Austin in what, 1987? 1988? Somehow, we convinced Dad to let us take our significant others with us. And I was only 15, maybe 16 years old.

We stayed at some hotel right on Town Lake. I was pretty impressed with the view from our room. We ate out, hit some record shops, back when records were still vinyl records.

And then we went to Antone's. I honestly can't remember who we saw, but it was still fascinating to. The music, the different-from-Angleton-folks, the sheer volume of the place made me feel very worldly.

And this morning it occurred to me: How the heck did a bunch of kids, especially little ol' ninety pounds of braces-wearing me, get into a nightclub? Amanda

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From MOBB (doesn't she look lovely on her birthday date?):

You have been opening your heart on this blog for the past several years, and I must say, it's probably the best form of stress relief therapy you have ever come up with. It's interesting to read your thoughts and to know how you feel each day, even though I live with you. It's also interesting that of the two of us, I'm the one who is more outgoing yet I'm not inclined to show the Web world my thoughts.

Since you're sharing the spotlight, all I really want to say is how much I love you. It's hard to imagine that we're coming up on two decades together, but I just can't see myself living any other kind of life. You are a wonderful husband and a great father.

I could gush on and on, but I would just be repeating myself. To wrap it up, all I want to say is 1) I love your new silk underwear; and 2) when are you going to model them for me?

Te amo,

MOBB

(Man I didn’t want to post that underwear bit, but I’m working hard at trying to relax once in a while.)

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Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Random Thoughts


We're at war with the wrong country. Forget Iraq--Did Canada ever apologize for giving us Bryan Adams?

Some random links to posts. I personally have a lot of fondness for the Danny Barker story.

“Damaged Piece” is about one of the most difficult things I ever had to do. But it was the right thing.

I found the story of “Ultimate Billy” to be moving.

“Unidentified” is a piece I’m surprised didn’t bring me any ridicule.

“Breaking” is a true story that has haunted me for years.

More than any other stories, though, I most often get asked about my encounter with Crow Dog and the toothbrush incident.

I was also rather embarrassed by this story about my phone.

The one I’m most often asked about that hasn’t been posted yet is the gecko story. Unfortunately, I don’t remember it that well for some reason. My wife and friends chuckle when they recount it to me; perhaps I’ll seek the details from them and write it up one day.

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MOBB and I had a fine date for her birthday. Lo and behold, I’m actually older than she is now. I think we hit one of those space/time continuum things. Or a wormhole. Or the eventual results of using one’s Arbonne skin care products correctly.

We hit Roy’s Hawaiian something or another restaurant in Plano, and ate like royalty. We had just a little bit of Kobe beef. Ever heard of this stuff? They feed the cattle beer, provide massages, other crazy stuff. Man, it makes for some tender, almost buttery meat. Whoa.

And MOBB had this delicious lime pie for dessert.

After that we hit the Angelika to see Elizabeth (The Golden Age, or Golden Slumbers or something). It was far better than I expected, I must say.

It was good to be out sans kids for the evening.

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(Message to MOBB: Five five five FIVE!)

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Hope ya’ll have had a terrific weekend. I want to thank you for stopping by here. Sometimes I have no idea why you do. But I always enjoy your feedback, your ideas, your suggestions, etc. Take care of yourself. One life, folks… use it like the gift it is.