I haven’t blogged in a while. Frankly, I’m lazy and anyone that thinks I’M interesting enough to check on my thoughts scares me to death. My thoughts are strange enough as it is. To have thousands of other humans knowing about it frightens me.
My grammar also might not be up to par today so just deal with it.
Anyhoo, this weekend was truly one of those rare blessings that only happen when all the crazy cosmic tumblers of life crash together within a 48-hour period. Hopefully, those tumblers crash within range of not burning anything or mix together a half-fly/half human creature that resembles Jeff Goldblum. A whole Jeff Goldblum is challenging enough to look at.
The first blessing came Saturday afternoon. My good buddy Grant wrote “Seven Pounds” that came out this weekend. Grant is one the few examples that the good guy DOESN’T finish last, not to mention that with hard work and strong determination, you can achieve greatness.
Friends and family head to Pasadena with Grant and his wife, Jill to see the flick. As for the movie, I was stunned. Not by it’s so called “secret” ending, but by it’s character’s sheer lack of selfishness, proving that even the smallest act of kindness can touch someone in the largest way.
Example: (I’m going to explain a scene here, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Believe me, it won’t ruin the story so just grow a pair and deal with it).
I’ll make it quick:
Rosario makes greeting cards. The old fashion printing press kind. One of the presses hasn’t worked in years. Will Smith sees this and how much this “world” means to her. It’s an escape. It’s a joy. It’s what makes her happy. In the middle of the night, with proper tools and a snappy montage sequence, he fixes it.
He finally shows her the now FIXED printing press. She is stunned, not only by the cachunk-cachunk of the now working press, but of the overall kindness that this stranger has given her. The look on her face is priceless, as if she hasn’t had human kindness like this in a lifetime. He wants nothing return. She is being taken care of. She’s happy. That’s all that matters. It’s simple. It works. This small act of kindness has made her heart all the bigger. It’s a moment of filmy goodness you’ll remember forever.
After the flick, we headed to Grant’s for Tacos and booze. To top it off, his wife Jill is three months pregnant, which I’m sure is more joy than even the greatest movie can bring… even greater than I dare say, “Cannonball Run II?” Only time will tell.
To see so many people there, all to celebrate the accomplishment of someone who not only earned it, but also deserves it… to share that moment with them is truly a wonderful blessing. You wish this could happen to everyone… every single damn day. Good times.
SUNDAY:
I sleep in. For once I can. No volleyball. No dog training. No illegal soapbox derby. Just snooze… until the wedding.
Yes, the wedding of my other friend and drinking buddy, Kevin. Kevin is low maintenance. Lower than myself, which some find impossible.
I’m not going into the details of the wedding, but the ceremony ended with an cool ELO “all skate” type song, which if I had my quads on, I would have done a couple of laps around the track and played a couple of games of “Joust” until my parents came to pick me up.
There’s wine, there’s food, there’s people stealing the fine silverware… well not really, I made that up. The best of all was being there. To see another one my friends move to the next level of a wonderful life. Rock on to that.
BTW, on the way home I found that my other friend Chad just popped the question to his girlfriend. Icing on the cake. I guess what the weekend shows is that to bask in your own achievements is great, but to share in somebody else’s is even greater.
Rock on to all three of you.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
A LETTER TO FUTURE CAMP BUDDIES...
I'm going on a "Retreat" if you will for my friend Kevin who will soon be married. Since I don't know most of his friends, this is the letter I sent them after I was invited:
Hello fellow campers,
I'll be there Sat. but under one condition...
I must destroy the sun. It is my destiny. My gift to your so-called "human" race.
After I create forever darkness, I'll blame the group, take your identification to proper authorities so you can all serve time in my honor by learning the trade of the strange and violent convict. Once this skill has been mastered, you will finally be released from prison, where by then I will have created a race of super intelligent monkeys that each of you will receive not only to train from your prison skills, but to train as bank robbers. As we travel the countryside with our chimpanzee clan of merry men/apes, we will finally retire to a small village in Mexico, where we will then release our monkey friends and give them a small plot of land for food and mating rituals. Years after they have domesticated and multiplied, we will make them into an army of apes that will soon take over this planet. We will call this planet, "Apetopia."
There will be no tax in "Apetopia," but people will have to wear potato bags as pants to... of course... distinguish us from our ape companions or...
Maybe I'll just eat a couple of hot dogs and head home.
I guess we'll see Sat.!
Den
Hello fellow campers,
I'll be there Sat. but under one condition...
I must destroy the sun. It is my destiny. My gift to your so-called "human" race.
After I create forever darkness, I'll blame the group, take your identification to proper authorities so you can all serve time in my honor by learning the trade of the strange and violent convict. Once this skill has been mastered, you will finally be released from prison, where by then I will have created a race of super intelligent monkeys that each of you will receive not only to train from your prison skills, but to train as bank robbers. As we travel the countryside with our chimpanzee clan of merry men/apes, we will finally retire to a small village in Mexico, where we will then release our monkey friends and give them a small plot of land for food and mating rituals. Years after they have domesticated and multiplied, we will make them into an army of apes that will soon take over this planet. We will call this planet, "Apetopia."
There will be no tax in "Apetopia," but people will have to wear potato bags as pants to... of course... distinguish us from our ape companions or...
Maybe I'll just eat a couple of hot dogs and head home.
I guess we'll see Sat.!
Den
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
NEWS FLASH: ROSIE O' DONNEL RETIRES FROM BLOGGING. DENNIS MAKES HAM SANDWICH IN HER HONOR.
CULVER CITY, CA:
On the announcement of Rosie O’ Donnell’s semi-retirement from blogging, native Detroiter Dennis Przywara decided to make an Oscar Myer ham sandwich in honor of her creative standstill to the online community. No mustard was present during the eating.
Monday, July 28, 2008
BE AFRAID... BE VERY AFRAID...
Why is Mark Bell so puzzed? Does he see an car accident? A UFO? Can't solve a really hard story problem? Stay tuned to find out!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
ATTACK OF ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND GEEKS!
I know a guy who thinks he's Spider-Man...
I also know a hip-hop Boba Fett who scratches Star Wars tunes...
These are real people. These are my friends... and this is THE SAN DIEGO COMIC-CON, where a Yoda shaped back-pack filled with fruit roll-ups and pit stick is your survival kit to fun!
Where else can you find the cast and crew of "Pineapple Express" hob-nobbing with Stormtrooper #2 from "Star Wars: The Holiday Special?" Hell, where can you find ANYONE on this planet that wants to discuss "Star Wars: Holiday Special?"
(Humming to the tune of, "The Candy man")
The Comic-con can, yes the Comic-Con can!
The Comic-Con takes geeks from all over the globe and makes their world look good!
And what a wonderful world it is! A world of over weight Frodos, action figure fanatics, and hot looking Velmas all hitting the convention room floor for five fun filled days.
If you're going, don't! Personally, I've had enough of you poser-geek-Hollywood types trying to be one of us! Take your nonfat-soy latte/Paris Hilton look-a-like lay of the month and go back to Sundance! We don't need you. But if you ARE one of us, try checking out these hidden gems during your geekathon... instead of sitting six hours surviving on soggy dogs and soda in room H:
THE AUTOGRAPH BOOTHS:
Sort of a half assed, "Battle of the Second Level Stars." You WON'T find William Shatner here, but you WILL find William Shatner's stand in for "Kingdom of the Spiders!" Or sit back, relax, and have a cup o joe with the last remaining cast of "Hello Larry." They'll be glad you stopped on by!
THE "ALTERNATIVE" PANELS:
Why wait in line for six hours to hear about the latest film by the spawn of Satan, Micheal Bay when you can enter the informative, yet inlighting panel about "The Future of Little LuLu" or "Snaglepuss... straight or gay?" Head on over, "Exit stage right even!" to room 57A and find out!
HOTELS NEXT TO COMIC-CON:
After the nerding, head over to the hotel directly next to Comic-Con to talk shop with fellow geeks of all shapes and sizes. You might even run into a star such as Kevin Smith, Seth Rogen, or that robot chick from "Small Wonder!" Actually, if you DO meet the "Small Wonder" chick, ask her why even though she's a robot, she cried while burning her hand making strawberry shortcake in episode #71. I thought robots like her were CLEARLY programed to NOT feel pain. Obviously, this is a flaw within the "Small Wonder" writing team.
Ah, it's good to be a geek. See you there and, "May The Force Be With You."
I also know a hip-hop Boba Fett who scratches Star Wars tunes...
These are real people. These are my friends... and this is THE SAN DIEGO COMIC-CON, where a Yoda shaped back-pack filled with fruit roll-ups and pit stick is your survival kit to fun!
Where else can you find the cast and crew of "Pineapple Express" hob-nobbing with Stormtrooper #2 from "Star Wars: The Holiday Special?" Hell, where can you find ANYONE on this planet that wants to discuss "Star Wars: Holiday Special?"
(Humming to the tune of, "The Candy man")
The Comic-con can, yes the Comic-Con can!
The Comic-Con takes geeks from all over the globe and makes their world look good!
And what a wonderful world it is! A world of over weight Frodos, action figure fanatics, and hot looking Velmas all hitting the convention room floor for five fun filled days.
If you're going, don't! Personally, I've had enough of you poser-geek-Hollywood types trying to be one of us! Take your nonfat-soy latte/Paris Hilton look-a-like lay of the month and go back to Sundance! We don't need you. But if you ARE one of us, try checking out these hidden gems during your geekathon... instead of sitting six hours surviving on soggy dogs and soda in room H:
THE AUTOGRAPH BOOTHS:
Sort of a half assed, "Battle of the Second Level Stars." You WON'T find William Shatner here, but you WILL find William Shatner's stand in for "Kingdom of the Spiders!" Or sit back, relax, and have a cup o joe with the last remaining cast of "Hello Larry." They'll be glad you stopped on by!
THE "ALTERNATIVE" PANELS:
Why wait in line for six hours to hear about the latest film by the spawn of Satan, Micheal Bay when you can enter the informative, yet inlighting panel about "The Future of Little LuLu" or "Snaglepuss... straight or gay?" Head on over, "Exit stage right even!" to room 57A and find out!
HOTELS NEXT TO COMIC-CON:
After the nerding, head over to the hotel directly next to Comic-Con to talk shop with fellow geeks of all shapes and sizes. You might even run into a star such as Kevin Smith, Seth Rogen, or that robot chick from "Small Wonder!" Actually, if you DO meet the "Small Wonder" chick, ask her why even though she's a robot, she cried while burning her hand making strawberry shortcake in episode #71. I thought robots like her were CLEARLY programed to NOT feel pain. Obviously, this is a flaw within the "Small Wonder" writing team.
Ah, it's good to be a geek. See you there and, "May The Force Be With You."
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Hello, it's me... M. Night...
Hello my fellow simpletons. I know why you’re here. You’re thinking, “Wow, I can’t believe I’m talking to such greatness, such wonderment. Yes, I’m so amazing that looking at me directly might make you turn to stone.
That’s right, it’s me, M. Night Shyamalan. Don’t let the name scare you. I know the word, “Night” is mysterious, dark, and frightening to little people like yourself. My name IS quite remarkable. Like the sound of royalty that only a real filmmaker of my stature can create. Think about it while saying these titles out load:
M. Night Shyamalan’s… “Darkness Falling”
M. Night Shyamalan’s… “The Evil Within”
M. Night Shyamalan’s…“Fancy Feast.”
Don’t they just roll right off the tongue? I’m serious about the “Fancy Feast” title. Think cats… think cats eating… think cats eating Fancy Feast. Yea, I’m just that good.
But enough about my genius new movie titles, let’s talk about my genius new movie, “The Happening.”
Why aren’t you seeing it? I’d see yours. Wait a minute, there’s no way in hell I’d ever see your peasant of a film. I crap art. All day. Every day. That’s what I do.
May I remind you that my movie has Mark “Marky Mark” Wahlberg in it? He’s an Oscar nominated actor now. Scorsese might have gotten him nominated, but I’ll get him a real Oscar. Scorsese, Scorchessy, whatever his name is, he couldn’t direct his way out of traffic. He even needs those big “old man” glasses to direct! I don’t need glasses. I don’t even need sight. I’m just that good. Anyway, watch Marky Mark’s eyebrows raise during my scenes of heart gushing emotion. I taught him that. Well, maybe he’s thinking about a sandwich he just ate, but damn, he looks pretty good doing it.
I even have Zooey Deschanel for the less successful independent film crowd. Parker Posey was unavailable. How dare her. Doesn’t she know the magnitude of my genius? Remember, Hollywood called me, “The next Steven Spielberg,” whoever the hell that guy is. I think he did a movie on a shark, a spaceship, some type of Jews or something like that. If I haven’t heard of him, he should be getting me my non-fat soy latte right now! Damn, I could go for a non-fat soy latte. Can you get one for me? I’ll let you keep the plastic cup with my saliva on it. Then you can sell it on Ebay! I bet it will go for enough money to send your kids to college! Even then, they STILL won’t be as intelligent as me... but at least you can say you tried.
Maybe the title, “The Happening” was too frightening for you. Remember, I also wrote, “Stuart Little,” so even though the title is dark, I still have a heart. Wait, I just rhymed! Not only am I a fantastic writer/director, but a creative poet as well! Don’t think of stealing what I just wrote! I know you people! You’d save my fingernail clippings if you thought it would get your creative juices flowing! Well, forget it! I keep them in a jar next to my hair clippings. Everything that comes out of me is genius… remember that!
Allright, allright, I know you’re here for a reason. You’ve been waiting long enough. You simple folk are such good people. So let’s get this over with. After all, it’s your money.
So... would like to “Supersize” your meal for only thirty-nine cents more? The thirty-nine cents will go to a great cause… funding my next my next genius of a movie.
If you want to be involved, my break is at eight, right after I disinfect the shake machine.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
FOUND FOOTAGE FESTIVAL
It's better than "Sundance" ... or "Cats" ...
I saw a DVD of this while at Sundance in 2005. Basically, people send in footage they find at flea markets, garage sales, or convicted felon's houses and clip together the best of the best in a two-hour reel. This stuff is funny... "Cannonball Run II" funny!
Coming to a town near you!
Found Footage Festival 2008 Trailer
I saw a DVD of this while at Sundance in 2005. Basically, people send in footage they find at flea markets, garage sales, or convicted felon's houses and clip together the best of the best in a two-hour reel. This stuff is funny... "Cannonball Run II" funny!
Coming to a town near you!
Found Footage Festival 2008 Trailer
Friday, May 30, 2008
Simpsonland U.S.A.
Finally, a dream came true. With a quick bowl of Lucky Charms in my belly and the Simpson’s theme song dancing in my head, my friend Chris and I embarked to the land of wonderment.
I visited Springfield.
Well, not REALLY Springfield, but Universal Studios to go on the new Simpson’s ride.
Anyone who knows me well or has seen me naked (wait, that’s another story) knows there are five “non-sex-related” staples in keeping me happy. In no particular order:
Star Wars
Billy Joel
Baseball
Roller Derby and…
THE SIMPSON’S!
In my darkest days, “The Simpson’s” was a half hour of pure comedic genius. "The Simpson’s" never fail. Hey, it’s been on for TWENTY YEARS so they have to be doing SOMETHING right!
Let’s just cut to the good stuff. When you first enter the ride, it’s really the ill filled theme park called “Krustyland,” complete with a giant head of Krusty the Clown that you MUST go through to get inside. Ah, the love a clown.
So the story for ride is as follows: Sideshow Bob still wants to kill The Simpson’s and comedy ensues, that’s all you really need to know. All I can say is that I found a nice little hideaway spot under level two right behind Simpson cart #4. With a hyper allergic pillow, a small reading lamp, and some breath mints, this will now be my new home. Address will follow in the weeks to come.
Viva la Simpson’s ride!
I visited Springfield.
Well, not REALLY Springfield, but Universal Studios to go on the new Simpson’s ride.
Anyone who knows me well or has seen me naked (wait, that’s another story) knows there are five “non-sex-related” staples in keeping me happy. In no particular order:
Star Wars
Billy Joel
Baseball
Roller Derby and…
THE SIMPSON’S!
In my darkest days, “The Simpson’s” was a half hour of pure comedic genius. "The Simpson’s" never fail. Hey, it’s been on for TWENTY YEARS so they have to be doing SOMETHING right!
Let’s just cut to the good stuff. When you first enter the ride, it’s really the ill filled theme park called “Krustyland,” complete with a giant head of Krusty the Clown that you MUST go through to get inside. Ah, the love a clown.
So the story for ride is as follows: Sideshow Bob still wants to kill The Simpson’s and comedy ensues, that’s all you really need to know. All I can say is that I found a nice little hideaway spot under level two right behind Simpson cart #4. With a hyper allergic pillow, a small reading lamp, and some breath mints, this will now be my new home. Address will follow in the weeks to come.
Viva la Simpson’s ride!
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
The Ten Year T-Shirt Box...
There is a box. All men have them. Hidden away from their wives, mothers, or any other female evil that has that deep sense of smell to rid of its magical power. This is the box, for when we open it… the superpowers of our past are discovered.
This is the Ten Year T-Shirt Box.
This is the fond memories of standing ovations, highly flammable pyrotechnics, and groupies longing for your manhood. Well, not YOUR manhood… the bands. All you got out of it was this $30.00 T-shirt… without buttons… or a collar… or fashion sense. But hey, it looks good on you, though.
Ask any man in secret and he’ll spin you yarns of the magic box and the stories it holds, pulling out each 50/50 cotton T as he was using them as handkerchiefs in a child's magic show.
And for the first time in DEN history, my collection of beefy-T’s will be revealed! In no particular order:
DEN’S T-SHIRT CATALOUGE:
Bruce Springsteen: “Born In The U.S.A.” Tour
U2: “WAR” TOUR
Billy Joel: “The Bridge” Tour
“Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” movie T-shirt
“Day Of The Dead” movie T-shirt
The Alarm: “Strength” Tour
A T-shirt with John Belushi’s head on it from “Animal House”
Bob Seger: “Against The Wind” Tour
A Ramones T-shirt with a punk rock rabbit on it (Tour unknown)
Indiana Jones And The Last Crusade movie T-shirt
Repo Man movie T-shirt
I know some are movie T-shirts, but I worked at a movie theatre while going to college, so free clothing was one of the many benefits. That and all the free butter flavoring one could drink.
But there are RULES to The Ten-Year T-shirt Box. Rules about when and most importantly, WHERE to wear these collectible gems. Here are just a few:
WORKING ON THE CAR:
Nothing says, “Gear head with twenty years of ROCKIN OUT” than the one size too small faded black T, preferably of some classic rocker like Springsteen, Seger, Neil Young, or if Canadian, Bryan Adams. Hold that American made, Craftsmen crescent wrench in your hand while changing that oil pan telling the wife, “Not only am I a man, but I’m a ROCKER!”… and then as soon as you’re done you’ll get off your ass and get those Huggies and a box of tampons she’s been waiting all morning for.
PLAYING A USED/BROKEN INSTRUMENT:
Anyone who ever played in a garage band with a Pixes, Soundgarden, or do I dare say Nirvana T-shirt please head directly to “Go.” Wearing one of these with a pair of pre-torn jeans, a hackie-sac, and a depressed attitude on how the “Man” is keeping you down (even though the man/your parents are paying for your education) and your well on the road to a solo tour of coffee house rock (Dave Mathews Band wanna-be guitar solos and obnoxious vowel wailing not included).
GARDENING:
Dude, you’re gardening! Put on that “KISS comeback tour 99” and use that Weed Whacker like it was Gene Simmon’s big ass Axe bass and blow those mutha fu*kin dandelions OUTTA THERE!
WHEN NOT TO WEAR:
Wearing a previous concert T-shirt to a present day concert of the same band is not permitted.
Because you went to see Def Leppard when the drummer had BOTH of his arms doesn’t mean you can wear that faded T to the comeback tour. You’re not cool, not going to get laid, and it shows you have to leave before the second encore so you can get enough sleep so you and the wife can make it to the 6:00AM Home Depot half off all lawn furniture and garden gnomes sale.
So these are the rules. Use them wisely. I, on the other hand, am going to break the “Where not to wear” rule by wearing my “Indianan Jones and the Last Crusade” T-Shirt to the opening night of the NEW Indiana Jones flick.
I forgot to tell you, the above rules don't apply to movie T-shirts, so wear that “Hudson Hawk” T-shirt with pride, my friend, wear it with pride.
This is the Ten Year T-Shirt Box.
This is the fond memories of standing ovations, highly flammable pyrotechnics, and groupies longing for your manhood. Well, not YOUR manhood… the bands. All you got out of it was this $30.00 T-shirt… without buttons… or a collar… or fashion sense. But hey, it looks good on you, though.
Ask any man in secret and he’ll spin you yarns of the magic box and the stories it holds, pulling out each 50/50 cotton T as he was using them as handkerchiefs in a child's magic show.
And for the first time in DEN history, my collection of beefy-T’s will be revealed! In no particular order:
DEN’S T-SHIRT CATALOUGE:
Bruce Springsteen: “Born In The U.S.A.” Tour
U2: “WAR” TOUR
Billy Joel: “The Bridge” Tour
“Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” movie T-shirt
“Day Of The Dead” movie T-shirt
The Alarm: “Strength” Tour
A T-shirt with John Belushi’s head on it from “Animal House”
Bob Seger: “Against The Wind” Tour
A Ramones T-shirt with a punk rock rabbit on it (Tour unknown)
Indiana Jones And The Last Crusade movie T-shirt
Repo Man movie T-shirt
I know some are movie T-shirts, but I worked at a movie theatre while going to college, so free clothing was one of the many benefits. That and all the free butter flavoring one could drink.
But there are RULES to The Ten-Year T-shirt Box. Rules about when and most importantly, WHERE to wear these collectible gems. Here are just a few:
WORKING ON THE CAR:
Nothing says, “Gear head with twenty years of ROCKIN OUT” than the one size too small faded black T, preferably of some classic rocker like Springsteen, Seger, Neil Young, or if Canadian, Bryan Adams. Hold that American made, Craftsmen crescent wrench in your hand while changing that oil pan telling the wife, “Not only am I a man, but I’m a ROCKER!”… and then as soon as you’re done you’ll get off your ass and get those Huggies and a box of tampons she’s been waiting all morning for.
PLAYING A USED/BROKEN INSTRUMENT:
Anyone who ever played in a garage band with a Pixes, Soundgarden, or do I dare say Nirvana T-shirt please head directly to “Go.” Wearing one of these with a pair of pre-torn jeans, a hackie-sac, and a depressed attitude on how the “Man” is keeping you down (even though the man/your parents are paying for your education) and your well on the road to a solo tour of coffee house rock (Dave Mathews Band wanna-be guitar solos and obnoxious vowel wailing not included).
GARDENING:
Dude, you’re gardening! Put on that “KISS comeback tour 99” and use that Weed Whacker like it was Gene Simmon’s big ass Axe bass and blow those mutha fu*kin dandelions OUTTA THERE!
WHEN NOT TO WEAR:
Wearing a previous concert T-shirt to a present day concert of the same band is not permitted.
Because you went to see Def Leppard when the drummer had BOTH of his arms doesn’t mean you can wear that faded T to the comeback tour. You’re not cool, not going to get laid, and it shows you have to leave before the second encore so you can get enough sleep so you and the wife can make it to the 6:00AM Home Depot half off all lawn furniture and garden gnomes sale.
So these are the rules. Use them wisely. I, on the other hand, am going to break the “Where not to wear” rule by wearing my “Indianan Jones and the Last Crusade” T-Shirt to the opening night of the NEW Indiana Jones flick.
I forgot to tell you, the above rules don't apply to movie T-shirts, so wear that “Hudson Hawk” T-shirt with pride, my friend, wear it with pride.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Peer pressure...
I never wanted to do this. You could say I was pressured, almost forced into this life. It’s not by choice, but it seems to be the rage today. Everybody is “doing” it. I was never one to be part of the in-crowd. But now, I am one of you.
As of today…I am a blogger.
Let’s start off with what everyone on their blogs want to talk about, themselves. A little about me:
I’m originally from Detroit and wouldn’t change a damn thing about it.
Easy to get along with, except when playing Uno.
Used to think bananas gave you nightmares until I was seventeen. I blame my mother for this.
I suffer from too much middle class guilt.
I’m that guy that thought Kate Jackson was a far sexier angel than Farrah Faucet.
I prefer old Van Halen to new.
Han will always shoot first.
I miss Lucky.
I long for the simpler life, when the most important thing was making sure I had enough paper route money to see “The Empire Strikes Back” on both Sat. AND Sun. night than paying bills every month… though I love my home and it makes me fell all “Adult” inside! Let’s talk about escrows! Now THAT is an adult conversation!
All in all, I feel I’m pretty damn lucky, especially in the last five years. Man, has it been a crazy five years. Though I feel truly blessed with the people who have entered it.
But with all that luck and good fortune, I feel life wants to constantly challenge me with worse case scenario situations. You’ll read more of these fun loving yarns in the weeks to come.
Until then,
Den!
As of today…I am a blogger.
Let’s start off with what everyone on their blogs want to talk about, themselves. A little about me:
I’m originally from Detroit and wouldn’t change a damn thing about it.
Easy to get along with, except when playing Uno.
Used to think bananas gave you nightmares until I was seventeen. I blame my mother for this.
I suffer from too much middle class guilt.
I’m that guy that thought Kate Jackson was a far sexier angel than Farrah Faucet.
I prefer old Van Halen to new.
Han will always shoot first.
I miss Lucky.
I long for the simpler life, when the most important thing was making sure I had enough paper route money to see “The Empire Strikes Back” on both Sat. AND Sun. night than paying bills every month… though I love my home and it makes me fell all “Adult” inside! Let’s talk about escrows! Now THAT is an adult conversation!
All in all, I feel I’m pretty damn lucky, especially in the last five years. Man, has it been a crazy five years. Though I feel truly blessed with the people who have entered it.
But with all that luck and good fortune, I feel life wants to constantly challenge me with worse case scenario situations. You’ll read more of these fun loving yarns in the weeks to come.
Until then,
Den!
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