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A Christmas Greeting

The Eve of Christmas will always have a special place in my heart.

Christmas Eve mass, the chili dinner, the anticipation of tearing into those gifts that were sitting under the freshly cut pine tree. The sleepless nights awaiting Santa's arrival.

Philip Rivers waving good-bye to the Broncos, the makeshift Christmas with the never ending ham, and a night of excitement in a North Hollywood bar.

These are only a few among many.

Today, that childhood wonderment and excitement is as ever present as it was when I was eight years old.

No particular reason, mind you. Perhaps it is an eternal optimism that I will always carry with me.

This is not only the season of miracles, but a season to spread joy, kindness, and love.

We may do that with gifts. We may do that with donations. We may do that with a simple phone call.

Tell a loved one how you feel. Say hi to a stranger. Buy a beer for a friend.

This year has been a year of peaks and valley. I have enjoyed the peaks and embraced the valle…

A Gem Among the Rest

Christmas, as it has been for years, comes and goes quickly, often without a thought to Christmas movies and television specials of years past. We have classics, like Rudolph, Frosty, Charlie Brown's Christmas, A Christmas Story, It's a Wonderful Life, and Home Alone. These are shown annually and, with the invention of DVR, are hard not to miss.
Let's take a moment to look at one of the lost Christmas specials. It was a very special episode in season two of a television show that ran from 1986-1990. The show centers around this:

That's right. It's that loveable creature Alf!
If you don't remember Alf, IMDB describes the show as "A furry alien wiseguy comes to live with a terran family after crashing into their garage."
Alf was certainly a wiseguy. And he loved cats. He loved to eat cats and I believe almost every episode had a joke centered around Alf trying to eat the family's cat, or cook the cat. The Christmas episode even starts with Alf sing…

Cat vs. Christmas

Dear owner:

You have finished decorating for Christmas. The stockings are hung, the tree is lit, and tinsel is hanging everywhere. You are jovial, ecstatic, and in the Holiday mood.

Let me do the same. I try to sit under the tree and you yell at me.

I bat at the low hanging ornaments. Guess what, you yell at me. If you don't want me to play with the ornaments, don't hang them so low.

I chew on the tinsel. More yelling.

You have taken away my normal spots of exploring with Nutcrackers, Sno-globes, and other various collectibles and Christmas crap. Why do you torture me?

You wonder why I sleep even more this time of year.

You have taken away all my fun. Even the catnip laced toy you give me on Christmas morning won't win me over. My joy is not reliant upon catnip and you laughing at me while I roll around in the leftover Christmas wrapping. I am not your puppet.

I am your pet.

So have your eggnog and your yuletide and your Christmas trees. I'm just going to sleep here…

Good tidings...and Cheer

It's officially December. The holiday season is upon us and that means only one thing:

photo courtesy of Wikipedia
That's right! It's time for that Ben Affleck classic Surviving Christmas. What happens when a man without a family returns to his childhood home and buys a family for Christmas? Hilarity ensues, that's what! With appearances by James Gandolfini, Christina Applegate, and Catherine O'Hara, how can one go wrong in viewing this movie?
Okay, it's not the greatest Christmas movie of all time. I contend that the first 50 minutes of this movie are perfection. A downhill slide continues for the next 40 minutes, but I still search it out every year.
Now that I've got that piece of business out of the way, time for some updates.
November was National Writing month. At least for the people at NaNoWriMo it was. The goal being that you write every day for the month of November in the ultimate goal of completing a 50,000 word novel. Or the makings of a novel. …

An Unsolicted Two Cents

Don't judge a book by its cover.
Thug (n): A violent person, especially a criminal.
That word was tossed around last night like common speak. Directed at African Americans that were protesting the decision not to indict Officer Darren Wilson. Yes, there was looting and violence. To label an entire race as thugs is senseless.
Besides, I don't hear people using the word 'thug' when describing criminals of Caucasian descent. In fact, the only time in recent memory I've heard it to describe white people is by announcers from the WWE. "They are acting like a couple of thugs out there". Yes, he was describing Caucasian wrestlers.
Don't judge a book by its cover.
A media that frenzies a nation by showing the negative.  What about the 90% of protestors that did so peacefully?  Show us that.
Don't judge a book by its cover.
Officers of the law are out defending our freedoms every day. An officer of the law has a right to defend himself or herself. That I …

A Wednesday Conversation

*Photo from NFL.com

With another loss on the books, a 13-6 loss to the San Diego Chargers, the Oakland Raiders have dropped to 0-10 on the season.  The Raiders are hoping to avoid joining the 2008 Detroit Lions as the only NFL team to lose all 16 games in a season.  Do the Lions drink champagne if the Raiders win? Do the Raiders ever win a game again? Does the team move to San Antonio? What ever happened to Willie Gault?

I ask all of these pertinent questions and more in my Wednesday conversation with the ghost of Al Davis.

ME: Hi.
Ghost Of Al Davis: Good morning, son.  Hell of a day, isn't it?
ME: Uh, sure. Unless you're a fan of the Raiders.
G.O.A.D.: Good thing I'm not a fan, then. Right?
ME: You were an owner of the team for 39 years and part of the organization for 50.
G.O.A.D: Yeah. And I won 3 Super Bowls, an AFL Championship, had numerous playoff appearances, and hired the NFL's first African American head coach.  That doesn't mean I'm a fan.
ME: O-K... Let me…

November Updates

There are some days in which words take over my life.

Today was one of those days.

After getting up before 8 am pretty consistently for the past two months, for some reason today my body said no more.  I slept until almost ten.

That threw a wrench in my day.  A slight one, anyhow.  I decided to skip the running and save it for tomorrow.  It's supposed to snow, which doesn't bother me.  Snow and I get along, especially in running weather.

When it's all said and done, I will have written/typed nearly 6000 words today.  I wander how many sentences I've repeated. I wonder how many sentences I've repeated.

For those of you that don't know,I still hand write the majority of my projects first. Then the typing comes.

I wrote an article for Bronco Nation News that will appear Thursday or Friday.  That was just over 1000 words.  I am working on a novel for National Novel Writing Month.  No, it's not this one: NaNoWriMo 2009 (starts with chapter 1.  Other chapters at …

The Blue Gem

As promised from the book sale last week, an excerpt from the follow up to The Dragon Princess.  This novel is called The Blue Gem and takes place roughly thirty years after the end of The Dragon Princess.  This is from the first draft so stuff might change but here's a sneak peek:

The day had started out normal enough.  Druid Nikkon was on a return trip from the Druid Council in Stolar. In recent years, the Elf Druid split his time between Stolar and his native land of Crieo.  At first, Nikkon spent time counseling the Elves on the rebuilding of their great city after the destruction by the Demons. He would then travel to Stolar and provide Stelart with the tutelage needed to advance his Druid studies. It was here in which he spent the majority of his time after the war.  Now, with Stelart's rise to head of the Druids, Nikkon's time was not needed as much in Stolar.  Nikkon still provided council to Stelart and the Druid Belark, but he had spent much time in Crieo on the …

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This is a monologue I wrote for Voices from the Boise Hole 2.  Due to the length of the show, this monologue was ultimately cut.  It's a little dated, as it was written in March of 2013, but still relevant.  I present it today, in lieu of the events of November 4th. (*Warning.  Bit of cursing ahead)