Life imitates art, or cheesy TV shows.

Zack and I have been enjoying Entourage this summer. It's not what I would call great television that's on par with say, Buffy, Freaks and Geeks or Arrested Development (I like underdogs, okay?). It's a nice, throwaway, superficial show that's just pure guilty pleasure. I didn't care for the "Eric has a threesome" plotline (C'mon, that's Vince's deal), but who am I kidding? We all really watch the show for Jeremy Piven. Hug it out, bitch!

Anyways, we were discussing the glut of comic book movies (and comic book-like movies) that have popped up since the first X-Men. "What's next, Aquaman?" said Zack, half seriously. I dismissed it.

"Everyone knows Aquaman sucks. That's why they used it on Entourage. It's supposed to be a joke. They know no one will ever make it."
"Yeah, you're probably right," agreed Zack.

Well, oddly enough, Zack might be right. And ironically, Ari's real-life counterpart is a big proponent of this deal. What's next? Will Adrien Grenier get cast as the lead? Or will it be Marky Mark?

My Own Inconvenient Truth

When I clear my head, I have a lot of facts I have to deal with:

- I need to get out of my comfort zone and make some spiritual progress.

- I haven't been getting up in the morning. I dread the coming work day. When I don't start my day out right, I don't function properly.

- Feeling lousy = being unproductive. I can't continue to be unproductive.

- If I don't watch it, I'll gain the weight I lost back. I am not motivated to walk.

The Veil

Each day, I become more aware of how thinly the veil of normal functioning behavior is. How very easy it is for me to imagine taking off the veil and throwing up my hands.

What's underneath? Pain. Why can't people see it? I don't want them to.

These are musings. They don't consitute real depression, but I do skirt the edge now.

Pop Reggae Spiritual

In the midst of all that is going on in my life and the world, I find a little solace in music.

My uncle introduced me to Bob Marley as a boy. The spiritual side of Reggae is often lost in the shuffle of modern dance-hall sexuality and crudeness. Mr. Marley and this man have more to say:


"Fires burning
Flames are dancing
Don't burn the house down Lord
Heavenly fire only resides on an altar made from the ground

Fire descends on high in the shape of a lion
Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion"

"Fire Of Heaven / Altar Of Earth" - Matisyahu, Youth

Nothing about this matters

I keeep telling myself that nothing about my current crappy situatuion actually matters. In my head are the comforting words of Jesus (Matthew CH 6) but at times I don't feel comforted.

Nothing about this matters.

Perhaps if I write it a couple of times more, I can start to believe it.

I am upset

That is all.

Lucky Seven

Another short bit:

Con and I went to Vegas for our seventh year wedding anniversary. It was so nice.

I love my wife. She makes me very happy just having her near me. May we be blessed with seventy more anniversaries (the odds are against that).

Gambling is kind of like ignoring the obvious. Sometimes, you have to play the longshot.

It doesn't hurt to ask

Does anyone want to give me millions of dollars? I promise I will be more responsible than most of the ultra-rich. Shouldn't be that hard.

Any takers?