Ode to Kevin Gillespie of Top Chef

Beard faces Brothers

his ruddy locks
a fierce contrast
even amongst flame

sadly insufficient

Little Giants

I remember, when I was 7 (an IMDB check made certain of this), when Little Giants came out on VHS. My twin brother and I had seen the previews for a few months, and I believe it appealed to both our young sensibilities and our parents' vision of what they would expect us to enjoy at that age.

I remember the night when my father brought the tape home and left it on the kitchen table. It was late, they were understandably tired after working long hours at their jobs to support us, and they said we would watch the film on the following night.

I remember sneaking into the living room after my parents had gone to sleep.

I remember when we removed the plastic covering, I don't know if it was my brother or myself, and we put the movie in. It was dark, they were asleep, and we were smart enough to turn the volume down low.

I remember when my father walked in, at the end credits, and asked if we had watched the film.

I remember pretending like we hadn't, like we would gladly watch it again with the two of them on the following night.

I remember never watching Little Giants with my parents.

I remember feeling regret for the first time.

King Kong Ain't Got Shit on Me

Ape, aping, aped. When will that metaphor turned verb finally go extinct? Personally, I was fine with mimic or imitate. How long must I suffer before it goes out of style altogether?

Cliché, claim your dead.

An Idea

Born of imagination, carved by knife, takes form before substance. Shape whittled from gold. Scraps drop to floor in rugged shavings. Fact falls from fiction.

Saved by watchful eye, The Wasted sparks and melts to new life. Resurrection lacking original.

there is a god

Devastation of the suicidal variety rock your soul after learning about the cancellation of Frisky Dingo?

The will to live strike you, at least briefly, while watching the season premiere of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia?

If you somehow found yourself in this lucky state, as I did this past Thursday night at 10:00pm, and were simultaneously attracted by the hilarious "sneak-peek" intro ads on FX, you may have found spiritual Nirvana.

Adam Reed, the creator of Frisky Dingo, has, like a cockroach, survived the nuclear holocaust that was the cancellation of his previous effort and hypnotized FX in to allowing him to air content that somehow escaped the clutches of Adult Swim. In the process, Reed's new show, Archer, manages to captivate this member of the 18-24 demographic for yet another 30 minutes.

Unfortunately, both FX and I have to wait until January to reap the benefits.

Changing the Layout

I'm tweaking colors mostly right now and the lime green has got to go. The original layout was giving me background colors in strange places, so my main focus is to make the actual posts more readable. This requires me to create quite a few new variables because the "layout" I picked shares too many of its variables across the board.

I'm also going to have to create a new header image, because the one there is too... generic? Easy on the eyes? I'm not sure what I want really, and I even thought about keeping the blurry-nature theme. We'll just have to see. I haven't played around with Photoshop in a while, so things could get ugly.

In the end, maybe I'll write more. Otherwise, I'm just killing time 'til time kills me.

writing about not writing

i would like to write
i could find enough to say
maybe it's over