Sunday, October 30, 2005

Costume Awards for Dollar Store Man



Well here it is, another Halloween, and another award for one of my HIGH CONCEPT Costume creations, Dollar Store Man. My prize at Helen and Michael's Party last night? A pound of coffee! Wow, what more could a guy want!

The idea for Dollar Store man came out of nowhere, somewhere in the eighth inning of World Series Game 3, between pitches, it just hit me. So I visited several $ Stores for inspiration and accessories, et voila, a costume that makes you think. What's so scary about dollar stores you ask? Have you been in one lately?

Not since I won two Bears tickets a few years ago dressed as the scariest food in the world, TOFU, have I really dressed for Halloween.

So what will I be next year? How about a successful Hollywood Producer? Oooh, scary!

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Red Hot White Sox

Congratulations to the Chicago White Sox and all their fans on their spectacular win in the World Series 2005.

I didn't know when I woke up Saturday that I would be going to Game 1 of the World Series in Chicago. But I did. And I had a great time seeing the White Sox beat the Houston Astros 5-3. I screamed and cheered and booed and drank beer and high fived strangers around me. I know many people are probably reallly mad that I, a Cub fan, who hasn't been to US Cellular Field since it was called Comisky Park, got in. But that's how life works sometimes, and I'm not going to worry about it.

You see, I don't buy into the whole Cubs/Sox rivalry, except when they are playing each other. That in itself is a rather new event, since the invention of interleague play. On those rare six games a year, I want the Cubs to win, as always. So I happily admit, I am a Cubs fan, but I am also a baseball fan.

I love the game of baseball and I love to watch it no matter who is playing. I love to go to different stadiums and be a part of the crowd. Sure I played little league ball as a kid, but I wasn't very good. Mostly I played street ball and backyard ball and spent the greater part of most summers hitting balls around the neighborhood. Most kids did. It was fun, it was cheap, it was a good way to fight with my brother about every other call. " Hey, you didn't touch first!"

When the very long basesball season gets down to the final seven games; each pitch, each hit, each run, seems bigger. The energy in the crowd Saturday was supercharged. This is not just a baseball game. The World Series is an event bigger than a single game, where every pitch counts.

I'm glad to be celebrating along with all Chicagoans tonight. I'm really happy the Sox won. And maybe next year, it will be the Cubs!

Thursday, October 20, 2005

A groovy day

Today is my life of Riley day. Whoever was Riley anyway? Anyway, today I wake up, drink coffee, and go play a doctor in a short film. After that, I come back home, work on my trip to LA for a while, and go to band practice later. Acting and music, a good day.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

A round number.

Its been over a month since my last post. I do that sometimes; ignore my responsibilites. I know I should write, but I don't.

Anyway, today seems like the day to write again. I have three friends who are born on this day. That's a lot of friend's birthdays for one day. It's the only day of the year I can think of like that. My birthday comes in second, I have another friend who I share that particular day of birth with. Some one somewhere is born each and every day. It works.

So today is a day to write about birth and age. S turns 47, J turns 50, and M is 56. Is there some connection there? Maybe not. 50 is a round even number. We like round even things a lot, don't we? I think if the vote for president were between a round even thing and square odd thing, even would win by a landslide. Why is 50 so important an age? Why do we consider each new decade so important? I've always believed each new year, even or odd, to be the most important. Hurray! I'm still allive - another year. Are these just the ramblings of someone approaching 50?

Kris accused me of being in a mid-life crisis yesterday. Well I am in mid life, but a crisis? I don't think so. I haven't gone out and bought a little red sports car, I haven't decided I have to jump from an airplane. No, I just produce movies, play in arock and roll band and take piano lessons. Is that a crisis?

I feel like traveling to India for a few months, to wander aimlessly in a foreign land. Is that a crisis? If it helps me get to the next big round number, it can't be bad.

Happy birthday my friends.