Kitchen frizby

You haven't lived until you've played kitchen frizby. The way a plastic disk echoes when slammed into a wooden cabinet, dishwasher door or glass pitcher is priceless. It's like Tron, but it makes sense.

I'm making a push for an Olympic bid in roughly 4 to 40 years.

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Television is a medium

Publicist here,
Sometimes at night I sit and veg out before crashing. Within those moments I have been known to sit infront of the television, turn my brain off and, well, nothing. This is the point where I am supposed to say;"I like to watch the history channel because I am fascinated with the relationship between ancient glyphic symbolism and mankinds obscenssion with putting bacon on everything they eat." The truth of the matter is that I usually end up flipping between the cartoon network and boomerang. A steady diet of Family Guy, Justice League and Thundar the Barbarian should give you a pretty good idea of where my interests live.

One my way to Spider-Man and his Amazing friends I stopped by Mtv. There I witnessed the end of days. It was titled Paris Hilton's BFF. A reality show where Paris Hilton does a reality show ala, the bachelor, next top model, or pick any other name of any reality show and you get the drift. That doesn't even matter. I didn't watch more than five minutes and I realize that I am a dumber person now than before I happened upon this abomination.

Television is a medium, neither rare or well done.

If I had a sledge hammer I would give myself penance with it. If I had a time machine I would go back and stop myself from being born to maximize the possibility that I could avoid this most grevious and unforgivable error of channel surf.

There are things that once seen, cannot be unscene. Learn from my mistakes. It's not worth it.

Let us never speak of this again.

Quote of the Day

Me:I'm going to the garage, you wanna come Henry?
Henry: Yeah, I better bring a donut.
(Henry grabs a donut)
Me: Why?
Henry: Incase I want a donut.

End scene

Everything is Nothing

Publicist here,
I gotta tell ya, the pace around the office has been frantic. H-Legit Post Productions is crazy busy. Henry, being the final decision maker and driving creative visionary behind the entire organization has really been hitting his stride lately. There are times where I am literally dizzy from multitasking. I have become that guy that carries multiple cellphone. The official work day pretty much starts at sunrise and end an hour after sunrise. That's a 25 hour day, which physically impossible but through magic I could never possibly understand, Henry makes it so.

So today I get back from the multiple projects that Henry has us working on and asks "you ok?" I say that I'm totally cool of course.
"What's this?" Henry ask while pointing to the floor.
"The floor?" I reply.
"It's nothing." He says followed with a "What's this?" Pointing to his left.
"I don't know." I say. Not because I'm playing some kind of game. I really had no idea what he was talking about.
"It's nothing." Henry says. Leaning in close, to make sure he has my attention he tells me:

"Everything is nothing."

I am blasted by the wave of philosophy, rocking my core by the sheer density of that profound statement. Instantly my shoulders feel lighter and I find I can breath. not even realizing I had been 15 pounds heavier an slytly asmatic only moments before.

Think about it.
True story.

Out.