I really don’t know where to start here, this may be more of a rambling string of words rather than a coherent text. My wife says that I can make someone feel terrible without saying a word. I never intentionally want to make someone feel bad, but I suppose it happens. I’ve never really understood how I do this. I reckon it is my silence that is so horrible, the simple fact that I will simply not say anything if I am offended, I will keep my mouth shut and move forward. Despite that fact, I do forgive and I tend not to hold grudges. I move on, life is too short, etc. I don’t know where I got this particular trait, my father is a quiet individual who always seemed to say more with his face than with words, like father, like son. I am not an angry person, in fact, I am not angry at anyone. I am frustrated by some people’s actions and I am sure that there are some people who are frustrated with mine, but that is life. No one is better than anyone else, we all change, we all grow, none of us are the same people from 10 years ago, we are human beings who evolve and change, that is absolutely certain. I am a proud person, I have lived a good life, I love my wife, I love my family, I love my friends and if we didn’t feel so passionately about each other then there wouldn’t be a discussion about any of this. Life is not perfect, it is a constant battle, it is about forgiveness.
Miranda told me the other day that I should be a writer. I remember in junior high that I wanted to be a sports writer, but my insecurity about my writing style always held me back (I always prefered to write in a conversational tone and none of my teachers seemed to appreciate this laid-back style). I truly think that if I could do all of this over again, I would have given writing a shot. I do not think I am truly opinionated about things and so I think that having a weekly column would be a beating, but not being constrained by a particular syle suits me. The perfect job would be if everyone could simply pay me to write, whether it be on this blog or not, then I think that this would be the perfect job.
Last weekend Miranda and I watched two movies. We had not seen a movie in the theater since Friday Night Lights and thus these reviews are a bit dated. You can also find a list of my movies at Listal.
Elizabethtown: I really enjoyed this movie. I think that I really connected with this movie from a standpoint of failing and being able to pick myself up. This is what motivates me in life, the fear of failure and I have always thought that overcoming this is a huge hurdle for me personally. The acting was generally good and Kirsten Dunst was able to pull off the “quirky” girl, but Orlando Bloom seemed a little stiff, however, I think that this was how his character was supposed to be. Self-reflection is a good thing, I remember Duk telling me that he had a serious road trip to take and I told him that a road trip by yourself allows for this type of reflection and is a good thing and should be appreciated and not dreaded, more times than not you come out of it a better person.
The actual town of Elizabethtown, KY has a neat website, and you should click on the gallery for walking trails.
Wedding Crashers: I love anything from the Wilson brothers, Vince Vaughn, Will Ferrell and Stiller and I thought that this was a funny movie. Of course I watched it when I needed a “pick-me-up” and it was good to laugh. It was hard to envision Vince and Owen’s characters as attorneys or mediators, but it was funny nonetheless. Funny quote from Owen Wilson’s character in the movie: “That we’re all one. That seperateness is an illusion, and that I’m one with everyone – with the Prime Minister of England, and my cousin Harry, you and me, the fat kid from ‘What’s Happening,’ the Olsen twins, Natalie Portman, the guy who wrote ‘Catcher in the Rye,’ Nat King Cole, Carrot Top, Jay-Z, Weird Al Yankovic, Harry Potter, if he existed, the whore on the street corner, your mother. We’re all one.”
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Seth you gotta help. I made a new post last night and it won’t show up on my main page. Only in my archive folder for March 2006. Help??
Roni,this one has been your last post for a while. I guess life has been busy, or is this a form of protest? Short story about the most vindictive species in the world, the human female.
Lets just say that a friend, who we shall call Bigs, got involved with an intern at work. She was an attractive intern, not a fat intern with big lips and a blue dress. Over a period of few months they develop a little relationship. Her internship ends, and somehow she is able to get a full time position at this office. Anyhoo, Bigs, being a classic bachelor, makes any number of relationship blunders, with the intent that this relationship will not become serious. Finally, he decides the relationship has run its course, and that it would be best if it were ended.
During a date/dinner, about 2 1/2 weeks ago, Bigs, during an appropriate discussion, announces that he believes that this relationship needs to end. Surpisingly, she agrees, they laugh, continue having their dinner and consuming the wine, etc. At the end of dinner, the female says “how bout I come back to your house”. Well, Bigs, certain that he has clearly ended the relationship, feels that he cannot look a gift-horse in the mouth, and acquiesces to this. The forseeable occurs. The next morning, Bigs delivers her to her car, there is some awkward discussion, but ultimately both of them are clear that this relationshop is over. During a conversation with me, I hear this story, and announce that even though Bigs did nothing wrong, he created some bad karma by taking one last run with intern. He assures me that this is not the case. I hoped that he was correct.
Beano and I roll into T-town on Friday evening for the big gun show. During the evening, Bigs gets a phone call that he takes privately. After the phone call, I notice a cloud of relief fall over Bigs. I inquire. He responds that he just found out that he was not going to be a father, and confirmed my premonition of the bad karma. Apparently, over previous several days, the intern announced that she was not on schedule, etc. Bigs had been totally tortured.
Intern continued to call and text message during the weekend. I relayed story to Moe, and Moe indicated that Bigs had been the subject of a ruse. As you are aware, we have been trying to get pregnant for a while. This means that Moe has an extra amount of knowledge about cycles and ovulation, etc. Turns out, that there is literally no she could have been experiencing a pregancy scare under the time table of the last date and Bigs’ torture. Moe deduced that this was just a story so that she could continue communicating with Bigs. Meanwhile, Bigs was dying a little each minute. Hard lesson.
Bigs has sworn off the female, for now. I told him of Moe’s conclusions, and he, not completely aware of the female species keen abilities with this issue, was further emboldened to continue to swear off ladies.
That’s quite a tale of deceit. Let Bigs know that he has my condolences. By the way, I am still waiting on the info to start your blog. I will need help with a slogan.
That’s quite a tale of deceit. Let Bigs know that he has my condolences. By the way, I am still waiting on the info to start your blog. I will need help with a slogan.