July 28th, 2007
For 18 years, people all over the world have been tuning into watch the antics of Bart, Homer, Lisa, Marge and Maggie. The Simpsons have become not only recognizable by all but an integral part of the culture of my generation. For 18 seasons, this family has been trapped in time. Excluding the first season, there is really no way to distinguish any of the episodes from one season to the next which adds to the appeal of such a show. No storyline to follow. A seasoned fan or Simpsons virgin can enjoy each episode together in harmony. There are no backstories to explain, character plots to unveil.
It seems like almost everyone who’s anyone has been been “Simpsonized”. U2, Sting, Conan O’Brian, Neil Armstrong, Mickey Rooney, and Dick Clark are just a few of the familiar faces who have found their way into Springfield either as themselves or as a voice actor so you can spend 3o minutes pondering who that familiar voice is. One of my dear friends, Marilee, loved The Simpsons and would have love to have seen that after so many years, this family has finally graduated to the big screen. Zac and I took sometime today to transport ourselves into the Simpsons family. It’s amazing what the tell-tale yellow skin and overbite can do to take you to another place and time. This is my masterpiece… Laurel Simpson in the kitchen. Yeah, that pretty much rocks.
July 27th, 2007
I’m working on the hunch no one is reading this so I’m gonna be honest with you. This day sucks. I woke up and it sucked from the moment my eyes opened. It has sucked in an undefinable, can’t explain to anyone what’s happening in my heart and head, wish I could just give up and crawl back in bed kind of way. I didn’t tell any one of the thirty people I saw today that I felt empty inside, instead I prayed when they looked at me and my smile that they wouldn’t see the sorrow. Hoped that my laugh didn’t sound hollow.
As if nature was a reflection of me, it rained all day. Part of me wants to just go sit out in the rain. Let it pour over me and cleanse me from the outside in. At least I have a lonely office and an iPod that loves me enough to bring the right songs up on shuffle with the minimal number of skips. I know tomorrow will be better, right? Sleep, hot showers, cups of tea, and singing at the top of my lungs will be my miracle drug tonight. I just wish I didn’t have to be such an addict.
July 20th, 2007
So one of my new musical loves is Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. Thought I’d share some of her stuff with you…
Grace Potter: Apologies – Click to Listen
he said it’s crazy
how love stays with me, yeah
and it hurts me
cause i don’t wanna fight this war
and it’s amazing
to see me reading through this scene of love and fear
and apologies, apologies
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Grace Potter and the Nocturnals: Treat Me Right
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July 16th, 2007
Lauren posted this as a myspace blog recently and it inspired me to ponder what I would say if given the chance to those in my life. Here’s how it works.
**Choose 15 people who you want to say something to but will probably never actually do it. Don’t put their names**
Here it goes:
1) I miss you. I miss who we used to be. I know things can’t be that way again, and I’m sorry. Sorry for anything you might have perceived as hurtful. Sorry you couldn’t live the life. I hope you find what you’re looking for. But more than anything, I hope you find Him.
2) I’m sorry I wasn’t there in the end. Immaturity leads to selfishness and if I could do it all over again I would have been there every possible moment. I hope you can forgive me. I forgive you. I know that all of that wasn’t who you really were. I know you loved me and my family. I love you. I see so much of you in me and hope you’re proud of all of us. But most of all, I miss you. Miss our friendship. Miss knowing that even if the whole world is against me, you were in my corner. Thank you. Click To Continue Reading…
July 14th, 2007
If anyone was to ask me what my family did for fun… I’m not sure I could say “Indian Leg Wrestle” with a straight face.
He claims he’s laughing…
But it’s truly painful when the Mom’s get involved. I can only imagine what’s going through my father’s head as he watches on.
And it’s Rena – for the win…
Music is my life. Everything can be expressed, handled or just felt more deeply with the right chord or phrase. I have been blessed with some amazing friends and am still at that point where my life is an open book. If you’d like, stick around for a bit and help me write a few chapters…
