I didn’t just adore Princess Leia. I wanted to be her. No, really. I was playing Star Wars with my older brother and his friend, Tim. They had chosen to be Han and Luke, respectively, and I chose the next available option – Leia. Continue reading
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And All Good Things, They Say, Never Last
I just spent over an hour wandering through the freezing tundra known as Chicago in January (truthfully, just in the high 20s, but pretty nostril hardening to this Californian). I didn’t have a clear destination, wandering around random cities with no itinerary isn’t exactly anathema to me, but I had at least a thought in the back of my head that I needed to get food at some point. It was after two and I hadn’t eaten since dinner the night before. As I turned on Erie for no reason I had the idea – I should just find a Potbelly’s.
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The Simpsons Took the Bowl
Kind of funny how this and the last entry are both about the Simpsons when they really haven’t been relevant to me in over a decade (and in both cases, the focus of each project was on the first 10 or so years of the show), but here it is.
Last weekend I was able to see The Simpsons Take the Bowl, a live event honoring animations first family at the Hollywood Bowl. It was a three-night activation and I attended on the first night. Hosted, ostensibly, by Hank Azaria (busting out live his characters of Apu, Moe, and Wiggum, among others). He was joined by show creator Matt Groening who introduced the evening, and fellow cast members Nancy Cartwright (Bart, and others) and Yeardly Smith (Lisa). Guest stars included Beverly D’Angelo, Conan O’Brien, Jon Lovitz and more).
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Twinning
I’m not a good person. Usually. Generally. I mean, I’ve done nice things for people, and I genuinely care about people, but I’ve also made choices that for one or another will most assuredly end up with me going to hell. If hell exists, which it does not, but if I’m wrong, I’m most assuredly going to spend some time there.
At lunch, one of my friends urged me to tell this story because he thinks it’s one of my best. Clearly, he meant worst. Not because I killed anyone or anything like that, but it may demonstrate some of my less ideal tendencies.
Let me walk you through it.
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We Few, We Happy Few
We needed a plan.
We sat there, the four of us, weighing our options. They were ridiculous, for sure. But we had a mission. We would not be stopped.
“We could sneak past the alarm on the main floor,” Paula said with determination and her sweet English accent (not British. Never British.). “Then, we head out the back door and come back in through the kitchen.”
“Too complicated,” I said.
“I could fake epilepsy,” Zach offered. “I’ve done it before.”
“Asthma,” I nearly shouted. “I could do asthma.”
I demonstrated the strained and harsh breathing. Again, I wasn’t sure what this was going to do for us. Faking an illness of some sort leads to hospitals and such. Using it as a diversion in our mission seemed a bit ludicrous, but so much about this situation was.
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