I need a water-proof laptop.

I got in the shower this morning and completely finished my story in my head. I rushed to get out (had to wash my delicate hair first) and put it down on paper. I got about five pages done --not bad, considering. But it's still not done. Perhaps during tomorrow's scrub down. Either way, I have decided to install a water-proof computer in my shower.

Skype anyone?

Writing

Before our humble little apartment turned into a Holiday Inn, I did get a little writing done this week, here's a small tidbit:


INT. RADIO STUDIO

Tony Enters the room as Aaron begins the next segment. Tony
quickly puts on his headphones and joins the broadcast.
Clark, who is watching through the window, gestures his
disapproval of Tony’s lateness.

AARON
6:48, it’s Aaron and Tony in the
morning. Monday morning
quarterbacking is one of my many
skills; so much so that I almost
quit school and entered the draft.
However, I have decided that in
reverence to the painful death our
beloved Trojans suffered on
Saturday, I will refrain from
demeaning what little hope our
student body may have left in the
remainder of the season.

TONY
This decision, of course, has
nothing to do with the fact that
every single person on that team
could eat you and still have room
for seconds?

AARON
(Matter-of-factly)
Oh Absolutely.

Aaron hesitates, Tony looks up at him over the top of his
glasses and attempts to hide the smile beginning to form at
the corners of his mouth.

AARON
...They’re incredibly large men.

Tony laughs softly, looking back down at his stat sheet.

TONY
Well, large or not, the Trojans
certainly struggled with the
fighting Illni as they could only
muster up 68 yards in pass...

AARON
(Interrupting)
68 passing yards! That’s not true
he had at least 300!

TONY
...and apparently Aaron has
overcome the fear of bodily
injury...

AARON
Oh wait, I forgot we can’t factor
in the yards after interceptions.
Too bad, because having three of
his six interceptions returned for
touchdowns would have really
bolstered the "Yards after Catch"
stat column.

Tony’s phone, which has been sitting on the large desk in
the room where Tony and Aaron sit at, vibrates. He silences
it, then picks up the phone to read what appears to be a
text message.

TONY
(While reading)
Carter started the game, after
entering last week’s game against
the Hawkeyes after Greg Yancy’s
injury.

AARON
...And why are we starting a true
freshman anyway?

TONY
(Still reading the text,
Speaking a little slower)
...Had to do something with all
that scholarship money...

AARON
And to think I studied for the ACT
in hopes of getting a small,
financial kickback.
Tony sets, the phone down and stares at the papers in front
of him. At first, it seems as though he is blankly looking
down. But his eyes begin to give his anger away.

AARON
Well sports fans. Be thankful that
our fine athletic teams at Lincoln
University are not in the Big 10 -
or we would have to endur that kind
of beating every weekend. But with
Western coming to town next
Saturday, I am sure everyone’s egos
will be up and booming in no time.

Did I miss the weekend?

Salena and I hosted some of Salena's family this weekend. It was quite possibly the most fun I have had in a weekend in a long time. However, I have learned some interesting things about kids that I knew before, but never experienced:

-My parents weren't messy people, it's true that you might never see a clean house until the kids are in college.

-I need to order some sort of mouth filter before I have toddlers.

-Sleep? When?

-Seriously, I watched Kung Fu panda 4 times.

All in all, it was a great weekend; I had so much fun with the kids and it was really great to bond with family that I don't get to see nearly as often as I would like.

We can boogie on down...

I've just decided that anyone who can listen to Earth, Wind and Fire and not be in a good mood is either deaf or hormonal.

That is all.

C.H.I.P.S

Running some errands this morning and I drove by a cop who had pulled over a Chrysler Sebring (I am not taking the time to find out if that's spelled right, take that journalism school!). Here's the thing, the cop was driving a bike, a pedal bike.

Not kidding, the guy turned his little handlebar, L.E.D lights on and peddled down the Chrysler and pulled him over. I drove away with a little smile on my face. On the way back home they were still there. Another bike cop and joined the fray and was now searching the vehicle. The young and now stressed driver was sitting on his hands on the sidewalk while the car was being searched. The bikes were safely kick-standed in the middle of the right lane of this five-lane road. I drove by with this thought: "Obviously this kid is in some trouble. So if he's getting arrested, who's bringing him in?"

"Alright son, your under arrest. Once we've handcuffed you I need you to jump on the handle bars so we can take you downtown."

Written proof that my brain is still functioning

Deep thoughts while I was driving to work yesterday:

Why are there certain talents in life that we as a people don't appreciate? For example, I am a remarkable driver when driving with my knee. Seriously, I can eat a four-course meal and navigate main street traffic with missing a single bite. Why has no-one ever given out a kudos for that talent? Why do insurances not give discounts for that? "Mr. Russon I have noticed that you have an exceptional driving record...and you can drive with your knees, that qualifies you for the..."

Or how about people that can listen to your incessant babbling while accomplishing other tasks. That is an amazingly productive talent that has been chalked up to discourtesy. What would the world be like if we had to stop what we were doing and look you in the eye every single time someone wanted to talk. I am calling Covey; this should certainly be a habit of a highly effective person - not a rude one.

I had more....but my rant caused me to forget the rest. So marinate on these until next time.

This is why high school bullies are so important

Just watched Bruno on the TODAY show and I am completely baffled at what I saw. Matt Lower actually attempted to determine whether or not Bruno was hopelessly stupid or truly as offensive as everyone believes.

I think the jury is still out.

You remember those kids in high school that so desperately wanted to be cool that they did anything to get your attention? In my high school, those kids would make a mockery of whatever was the serious subject at that moment, doing their best to offend, mock, and belittle in such a manner that gets them the attention they desire.

Here's the thing, I thought that all of these kids were mocked enough and beaten up enough to get over this phase and become normal people. Whoever was supposed to kick the crap out of this Bruno kid apparently forgot to do his job.