Live as one of them, to discover where your strength and your power are needed. Always hold in your heart the pride of your special heritage. They can be a great people, they wish to be. They only lack the light to show the way. For this reason above all, their capacity for good, I have sent them you... my only son. HENRY
Friday, April 21, 2006
Regarding Henry
It has come to my attention that there maybe some humor roaming the office hallway at my expense. Allow me to make one thing perfectly clear, the duck stays. Laugh at me if you must, but it stays. I sincerely apologize for the int eruption of Pops and Grandma. HR is working on the problem.
Which brings me to my second point, and really the reason I wanted to write a little something is that I heard we were back on the discussion of Grandparents.
Now this is a subject I am continually fascinated with. My Pops and Grandma are just, well how best to put it, what are kids using today? Oh yes, "the cat's meow". They are simply splendid people that I cannot speak highly enough. Seriously, have you ever been hugged by either one of them? I can think of only one word to describe, Heaven, bliss, genius, a warm tide off the coast of Maui, fresh diaper. It's like perfection with a heart beat. It's like art.
I'll write more as I can.
As always, there can be fan club without the word "fan" so I thank you.
I'm currently in pre-production on my new blockbuster film "Hand puppet and Baby", I'm very excited about the script. It needs a note or two to flesh out the characters, but I'm hoping for franchise. Shooting starts in roughly 2 weeks. I'll keep you posted.
XXXOOO
Henry LGT
I have just had a serious conversation with Henry about my spelling. Apperently things like spelling "forget" right is important to the office's reputation. By continueing down this path I'm reflecting badly apon the entire staff. Yeah? fine! Here, spell this antidisitablitarianism. Did I spell it right? I don't know do you? Is it even a word? I don't know, maybe sounds like a word. What! fine I'll get back to work.
You know what we need here? More grandparents! Allow me the great honor of introducing Pops and Grandma. They are both chairmembers of the Official Henry fanclub but beyond that, head liner stars in their own right (before picture, same size as the title and slightly lower, just like Warren Betty). They never miss an oppertunity to make sure that Henry's entourage is fully taking care of the Henry's needs, but are geniously helpfull to the publicist and agent (a.k.a. dad and mom).
So lets get them on in her and give 'em a round of applause, these guys Superman level hero and never forgete, if it were not for them, there would be no Henry.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Regarding Henry
Henry's editorial.
Greetings to all. First, I feel compelled to thank you all for giving
me
such support. I am sure that I am well on my way to being terribly
spoiled and am now concentrating my efforts on larger global issues
such
as gripping or focusing. But I digress, for those in which I am
unacquainted, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Henry. I don't
often find the time to write this fan site as much as I know I should,
but I do read it often and try to answer as much fan mail as my busy
schedule allows. My publicist, (we call him dad around the office) is a
very capable, and on a whole a kind fellow that I have found has grown
into his role of lackey fairly nicely in the past near 3 months.
I have no doubt that since I've let that slip he will be asking for a
raise.
There are some things I do find worthy of my time and effort and this
would be one such occasion. Namely the birthday of my grandma T. I can
honestly say that I have had the privilege of knowing her my entire
life
and would gladly allow her to change my diaper. That reminds me of a
funny story. Once, gosh, it had to be about half my life time ago, so
the details are a little fuzzy. Anyway, Grandma T was visiting, making
sure my publicist and my agent (around the water cooler another office
nickname has arisen, mom ) are keeping in line and doing what ever I
say. Well, Grandma had served a wonderful bottle of milk and for
giggles
I thought it would be just hilarious if I regurgitated everything I ate
all over her jogging suit.
Oh God, excuse me, oh, I'm having a hard time writing here, I'm
laughing
so hard. Could I get a smaller keyboard? I swear you adults with your
lobster claw fingers, how do get anything done with those appendages.
Anyway I guess you had to be there.
Grandma T, thank you for helping keep my publicist in line. He's slow
but means well. HA! And thank you for all the little things that you
have done, really, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. Happy
birthday, enjoy your day and visit anytime. I've alerted the staff to
always put your calls through so feel free if you ever want to talk.
I'm
a great listener.
On a final note all I can say is, be good to your grandma's. They
aren't
afraid to get up in the early morning and feed you and in this day and
age, that's a commodity that is rare and coveted.
Oh yes, I promise to address my publisist inability to spell. Sometimes he's less than useless.
I leave you with the words of my friend Wolfgang Amadeus
“My great-grandfather used to say to his wife, my great-*grandmother*,
who in turn told her daughter, my *grandmother*, who repeated it to her
daughter, my mother, who used to remind her daughter, my own sister,
that to talk well and eloquently was a very great art, but that an
equally great one was to know the right moment to stop.
Happy Birthday Grandma
Henry LGT
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Uncle Will had himself a birthday. To celebrate he looked back to his roots and found that he decends from an order of monks ranging back to the 14th Century. To keep his heratage alive he fashioned a shirt out of the traditional colors of the order and made beer. A couple people helped, including Henry.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Life can be viewed as music, long notes bridging the gap between eighth notes. The long notes are the every day mundane. The eighth notes are highlights. Every now and then you will run into a sixteenth note. These are moments of perfection. Fleeting, unforgettable perfection. I was lucky enough to capture a sixteenth note.
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