Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Condemned To Leisure

Are We Dead Yet?
When The Moon Hits Your Eye Like A Big Pizza Pie...
Glass Eye...Corner Pocket...
Did You Hear The One About The New Helth Care System?
Watch Out For The Big Dog!
Please Let Me Die With Dignity!
I'm In The Best Shape Of My Life!
CBS!

Friday, December 02, 2005

Being John Lithgow

My favorite John Lithgow memory is a shared moment we had one hot, lonely summer. It was 1996 and I was in Los Angeles on business (staying in the Manchurian Candidate hotel on Sunset!) and I had an afternoon with no appointments, so I thought I'd take the rental for a spin and maybe take in a musical. I get in the elevator down to the lobby and, holy shit!, John Lithgow is standing right fucking there! Like I said, this was 1998 or 1999 and "3rd Rock on the Moon" was the second top-rated television show in the country. It was a show with zeitgeist. Lithgow was a god in a godless country. We needed him more than he needed us, and he knew it. He was wearing sunglasses and sipping on a diet snapple. I spent ten floors getting the nerve to say something to this great man, and was finally able to mumble something about how much I loved "3rd Rocks."

"You don't have to say that," he said.

Humble too? I thought I would faint.

He invited me to join him for dinner and drinks at The East End (is there one in every city?), and offered to give me a ride in his stretch limo parked out front.

When we got outside, a toothless homeless man approached us and mumbled something about needing change, and John gave him a wad of one dollar bills he had in his pocket. Then there was this horrible smell.

"What's that awful fucking smell," Lithgow cried out.

It was the bum.

The bum shit his pants!

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Mark AND Steve Came By After Work



Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Talking Points

Sunday, October 23, 2005

If I were a bully, I would learn karate.




Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Changes

Monday, October 17, 2005

I Attended A Conference This Weekend

Slightly Dystopic Future

"Which DVD Standard is right for me?"





"Teacher's sick. We're mostly teaching ourselves now. I'm ten and take care of kindergarten. I learn from my older sister because Mom and Dad forgot how to read."



"Another home run. Gosh, I guess that means steak for dinner again. I feel sorry for all the poor kids who strike out all the time."

Talking Points

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