insidebuzz : confessions of a future child star

Friday, August 26, 2005

I feel like ass

How does one get sick when it's in the 90's? That's dumb. My nose has been leaking for two days, and my throat feels like sandpaper. Who wants to come over and make out? I've been hitting the Zicam, and I just took some Dayquil with all the vitamins I forgot to take this morning. So now I'm high. I think I'll go for a drive. Maybe I'll buy a guitar. I do need a new mattress and box spring though. Geez. Is this making any sense? I don't even care. Maybe I'll just stay home tonight and watch Battlestar Galactica. I am a huge dork. And I'm okay with that.

7:42 PM |

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

More of a life = less of a blog

Or maybe I've just been too damned lazy to type crap when I get home. If I get home. I've been a traveling road show lately:

Friday: Margaritas at Ernie's Taco House. Them, drinks at Our House. Drunks follow us home like a school of strays. I just wish they were more playful.

Saturday: Road trip. Vegas. You can book a room at the last minute on a Saturday at the Greek Isles for 80 bucks. Because no one else is there. It's actually a nice clean hotel, with a pool, restaurant, lounge, and some slots. And it's right between the Las Vegas Hilton and the Stardust. So, yes, you can easily stumble onto, and off of, the Strip. And we did. The night was filled with shots of Jack, dueling pianos, and - if I remember correctly - some bastardized form of Latin dancing. I hope I didn't step on anyone.

Sunday: A quick drive to Vegas turns into a nightmare return trip to L.A. Stop and pee at Baker. It's your last and only hope.

Monday: Orlando rolls into town, and we head to Prey for a party. The ratio is 6 to 1. Even I am getting hit on. It's called the Law of Averages. It's called open bar. The place is packed with the likes of Irv Gotti, Warren G, Wilmer Valderama, and Baby Bash. It does not suck.

Tuesday: It's time to see what all the fuss is about. March of the Penguins. Brilliant film. I never knew what the little guys went threw all in the name of love. Kinda sweet, really. It makes you feel very, very petty. And cold.

So tonight, I stay in. I'm tired, and out of clean underwear. I decided to irritate the neighbors, and run laundry past 9pm. Deal with it. I refuse to go commando at work.

11:23 PM |

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

iHate

Technology annoys me. The more advanced it gets, the bigger a pain in the ass it is. Remember how easy it was to hook up a TV and VCR? Or throw a tape into your Walkman? Calculators before SINE and COSINE. Windows before patches and fixes. The rotary telephone.

I bought an iPod on Saturday, and I still don't have it loaded. Sure, there's crap on there. A few songs, in random folders, spelled incorrectly.

Now Playing
Bue Oyster Cult - (don't Fear)

That's what I get for downloading music from the internets. I'm still converting files from the WMA format back to MP3 or 4 or whatever. Maybe it's the AAC format I've been hearing about. See what I'm sayin'? I know it's a big pissing match between billion-dollar corporations, but wouldn't one file format make us all sleep a little easier? God help me if I actually tried to explain the difference to my parents.

One day, my kids will feel exactly the same. I want to rewind, eat a Fruit Roll-Up, and watch the real Dukes of Hazzard.

10:13 PM |

Monday, August 15, 2005

I'm kind of a big deal. People know me.

I just checked out my site meter, to see who reads this crap. Apparently, no one. But, I do seem to be getting a lot of hits from people doing "Misty May" searches. Even somebody at Delta. That makes me feel safe, flying the friendly skies. But... I know. I, too, am suffering from women's olympic beach volleyball withdrawal. That's why I keep this picture collection online to cheer me up. Enjoy.

1:01 AM |

Sunday, August 14, 2005

I am now an iPerson

Which means I will join the ranks of citizens wandering the streets of Earth in a musical haze. I will entertain myself with 20gb of whatever. Can't wait. Maybe I will share my playlists with you here. Maybe not. I have to wait for my iPod to charge first. Off to iBed now, for some much need iSleep. iTalk to you iLater. iPeace out.

12:53 AM |

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

More on the NCAA mascot ban

Looks like Governor Jeb Bush has also spoken out in favor of FSU's Seminole mascot. Thanks, Jeb. We may disagree on a lot, but I'm glad to see that you think this whole thing is pretty ridiculous too.

The following is an editorial that will run in Wednesday's St. Petersburg Times:

NCAA vs. Seminoles
Social tolerance is a worthy objective, but the NCAA should have taken more care before issuing its ruling on American Indian mascots.
A Times Editorial
Published August 10, 2005

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Universities are no place for symbols of social intolerance, but the NCAA won't advance that important educational cause with an assault on mascot names that is seen as more political correctness. That's why the decision to treat the Seminoles of Florida State University the same as the Savages of Southeastern Oklahoma State University, for example, is jarring and misguided. Not all mascots share the same history or meaning.

At FSU, the university has built a relationship with the Seminole Tribe of Florida that includes scholarships, consultation on Seminole symbols used at sporting events, and plans for an authentic chickee to be built in Tallahassee. The tribe itself has formally supported the university, an endorsement that should have meant something to the NCAA.

Here is how Tribe Council member Max Osceola Jr. reacted to the decision to include FSU on a list of 18 schools that are banned from using their mascot names in any NCAA post-season event: "Here's another example of non-Indians telling Indians what's good for them. No one from the NCAA came to our tribe to ask us directly."

NCAA officials note other Native American groups object to the use of Indian mascot names, including the Seminole Tribe of Oklahoma, and those opinions are worth considering. But the NCAA cannot fairly describe the FSU tradition as "hostile and abusive." Such a charge is unsupported and only inflames emotions on both sides.

Those emotions are riding entirely too high at FSU, where president T.K. Wetherell, a former Seminole football player, has threatened everything but weapons of mass destruction. Wetherell signed up Tallahassee lawyer Barry Richard, who represented the Bush campaign in the contested 2000 election, to represent the university and has scheduled an emergency trustees meeting today to plot strategy. University officials would do well to take a deep breath. The Seminole name aside, their celebrations do include war paint and tomahawk chops. They don't need their NCAA complaint to sound like a war chant.

The case FSU can make is to question the method, not the objective, of the NCAA. Look at the range of mascot names that landed on the NCAA hit list. Is Seminole, which even describes a city and county in Florida, really the equivalent of Redmen or Savages or Fighting Sioux? Look at the mascot names that managed to avoid penalty. North Carolina-Pembroke, for example, can remain Braves because more than 20 percent of its student body is Native American. (Southeastern Oklahoma, home of the Savages, is 28 percent Native American.) The San Diego State Aztecs can keep dressing their mascot with a spear and headdress, because Mexicans apparently don't count. William & Mary gets another year to make its case for the Tribe.

These questions are not always easy to parse. The Fighting Irish of Notre Dame could be deemed as offensive to one group as the Fighting Illini of Illinois are to another. If the NCAA wants to set a social example with its athletic competition, it needs to bring more precision - and maybe a little common sense - to this debate. FSU, and the Florida Seminole tribe, deserve as much.

11:32 PM |

Crap

My brother finished the first draft of his script yesterday. A whole screenplay in less than a month. And now, he already has a meeting lined up with a literary agent on Friday. This is the kid who hated to write! Now I feel like lazy sack. I need a goal. Let's see. Tomorrow afternoon, I will go jogging. For at least five minutes.

11:21 PM |

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Peter Jennings 1938-2005

Sad news today, with the passing of Peter Jennings. When it came to the news, he was The Man.

10:22 PM |

Saturday, August 06, 2005

An American Hero

Mindy Cindy Sheehan. She took her Impeachment Tour to Crawford, TX to say hello to the President.

How's your vacation now, Dubya?

9:57 PM |

Looking back for a minute

I'm going through bills on a Saturday afternoon, wondering how I still have $900 in my "Let's quit my job and move to L.A." account. I've got iTunes on shuffle, when Goodbye by Night Ranger comes on. It's the last song I played on Retro 93-9, and the beginning of the end of my time in Indy. It seems like yesterday, but it also seems like it might have never really happened. So many good people there, and so many good memories. It's funny how the longer you're away, the more you forget about the bad stuff. It doesn't seem as big as it might have been. I guess you only want to remember the good part. No sense in bringing extra baggage to a new city - there's plenty of that to unpack once you get there. I'm also starting to realize I don't really understand anything about women. How can you still think about someone who forgot about you such a long time ago? It sucks, and I hate it. But, that's life. And with my luck, it'll probably happen all over again. For now, I'm stuck with scattered pieces of memories, and a song that plays it out in my mind over and over again.

5:46 PM |

Friday, August 05, 2005

GO 'NOLES!!!

The NCAA has banned the use of American Indian mascots by sports teams during its postseason tournaments. This includes the Florida State Seminoles. Apparently, FSU's use of the Seminole name and insignia is hostile and abusive, despite the fact that the university has complete support from the Seminole Tribe of Florida. It's a good thing I didn't have time to write about this when the story broke earlier this afternoon while I was at work. I'm still on fire about it. If I were still in Tallahassee, I'd be rallying at Wescott or Doak right now. If I were still in Indy, I'd be marching on the offices of the NCAA, burning Myles Brand in effigy alongside the Indiana faithful. This decision by the NCAA is outrageous. Florida State has always respected and championed the spirit of the Seminole Tribe, and I'm proud of President T.K. Wetherell for standing up and telling those idiots off. Let the lawsuits begin. A Drum is slowly beating in the distance. War is coming.

7:19 PM |

Blah

I'm tired. You care, because you need me to be 100%, and I'm hovering around 67. I blame Greg and Claire for keeping me out until 2:30 on a school night.

Hey, guess who's coming to Anaheim tomorrow...

12:15 AM |

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

* * * WEB SITE OF THE WEEK * * *

Mysti is online. Oh, she's been here for a while, but she's been hiding. Waiting to make her move. America's new radio sensation is the Pop Culture Countdown. And her new blog is the bomb, yo. It's popcounterculture.blogspot.com. You should click on it. Read it. Hear it. Believe it. Keep clicking until it feels right. While you're at work, or just after dinner. Whenever the mood strikes. Click, click. Click. What gives Mysti's hustle so much flow, is not just the grace of the blogging, but the substance. Here is your behind-the-scenes look at the hottest musical acts of today, as seen through the eyes of Indy's most lovably obsessed fan. Rumors of the infamous Eve 6 Restraining Order are indeed true. But that is what makes Mysti special. Her determination to reach a higher plateau in investigative concert journalism. And for that, we cherish her.

1:04 AM |

Where did the weekend go?

I hiked on Saturday. Saw Carrie on the big screen at Hollywood Forever cemetery Saturday night. Then, a Dodger game on Sunday - The same Dodger game where a knife-fight broke out between LAPD and some unlicensed vendors. I think I slept through work Monday. Which is fine, since I didn't really want to be there anyway.

12:57 AM |

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