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October 16 2009

Another morning, another ROCKTOBER NIGHT’S RECAP. Sit back in your ergonomic chair, sip some exotic sounding drink that costs five dollars, and enjoy… apparently I am arrogant enough to believe that people enjoy these little recaps. Actually I enjoy writing them so either you can like them or you can stop reading. That was harsh. Don’t go. Sip some more Chai or Latte or whatever it is you are drinking. I’ll make my beginning now. Here goes. Prowling down the five freeway after work, the civic and I surprisingly did not have to stop on our way back to the domicile. Not one pair of red glowing eyes impeded our progress. The crisp air cracking through the open windows slapping every follicle of my hair as they burned through it. Arriving home I found that Chris had retreated to his room to fight off a headache with the best remedy, sleep. I dropped my bag and pulled my computer and tablet into the living room. It was haiku drawing time and nothing was going to stop me. A half hour into this I received a call, my old friend Kristy wanted to hang out. I told her I what I was doing and that if she wanted to come over and hang out she was more then welcome to. She took the invitation and soon was over watching me draw. I wasn’t trying to be a bad host but I had to get these done for my own peace of mind. This last week has been so busy with bars and friends and everything awesome that I’ve had to make choices between finishing projects of mine or hanging out. Last night was my catch up night and I planned on taking full advantage of it. At some point Chris emerged and we all began to watch all the awesome TV that comes on on Thursdays. I continued drawing. I have never tried to be snobby about television or hate on what people watch, yes I do do it occasionally without thinking but I consciously try not to. That said, I had to stifle every urge I had to yell at Kristy. She never watches any of the Thursday comedies. No, she watches Greys and Vampire Diary’s. Lost? She hates it. She has never seen an episode but she knows what she doesn’t like. Basically take every amazing show on TV and then have someone tell you they don’t watch that crap but instead focus on shows with real emotions like anything on the CW. It kind of threw me for a loop. Yet during this whole thing I created two haiku drawings that I am particularly proud of. They will be up later today, if anyone is interested. After Kristy left and Chris and I enjoyed an episode of the consistently amazing Always Sunny I threw on some jeans and got picked up by Ashley. Now it was time for the ROCKTOBER NIGHT’s event of the evening. A midnight screening of Where the Wild Things Are with Jen, Shane, Katie, Ashley and a bunch of their friends. Before I begin this recap I am going to give one disclaimer. At this point during the week I was what some people might describe as sleep deprived. After last night, I can confirm I am. Yet, sleep is what November 1st is for. Anyways, back to point. I didn’t know what to expect from Spike Jonze’s adaptation of a book which meant so much to all of our childhoods. What I got was not what I expected, and I am elated by this fact. I don’t want to give away any of the movie except to say that the Wild Things are a revelation. I have never given much thought to the emotional processes of a child or how it was that only twenty years ago I viewed the world with such imagination and conviction. I identified with Max on an almost disturbing level. Could I have been delirious at points attempting to keep awake? Most definitely. Did that add to the experience? Of course. This is a movie to see if you miss all the memories of childhood and want them brought up to the surface. I had hoped to dream last night after consuming a hot dog, root beer, and large popcorn but I did not. The moment my head reached pillow mountain it descended into the valley of deep sleep. I am so grateful to be surrounded by such amazing people and every night this week has been ridiculous in the joy it’s brought me. Thank you everyone who has come out or even just tried (Dave gets the award for best phone call of the week last night). You are all truly ROCKTOBER!

Another morning, another ROCKTOBER NIGHT’S RECAP. Sit back in your ergonomic chair, sip some exotic sounding drink that costs five dollars, and enjoy… apparently I am arrogant enough to believe that people enjoy these little recaps. Actually I enjoy writing them so either you can like them or you can stop reading.

That was harsh. Don’t go. Sip some more Chai or Latte or whatever it is you are drinking. I’ll make my beginning now. Here goes.

Prowling down the five freeway after work, the civic and I surprisingly did not have to stop on our way back to the domicile. Not one pair of red glowing eyes impeded our progress. The crisp air cracking through the open windows slapping every follicle of my hair as they burned through it. Arriving home I found that Chris had retreated to his room to fight off a headache with the best remedy, sleep. I dropped my bag and pulled my computer and tablet into the living room. It was haiku drawing time and nothing was going to stop me. A half hour into this I received a call, my old friend Kristy wanted to hang out. I told her I what I was doing and that if she wanted to come over and hang out she was more then welcome to. She took the invitation and soon was over watching me draw. I wasn’t trying to be a bad host but I had to get these done for my own peace of mind. This last week has been so busy with bars and friends and everything awesome that I’ve had to make choices between finishing projects of mine or hanging out. Last night was my catch up night and I planned on taking full advantage of it. At some point Chris emerged and we all began to watch all the awesome TV that comes on on Thursdays. I continued drawing. I have never tried to be snobby about television or hate on what people watch, yes I do do it occasionally without thinking but I consciously try not to. That said, I had to stifle every urge I had to yell at Kristy. She never watches any of the Thursday comedies. No, she watches Greys and Vampire Diary’s. Lost? She hates it. She has never seen an episode but she knows what she doesn’t like. Basically take every amazing show on TV and then have someone tell you they don’t watch that crap but instead focus on shows with real emotions like anything on the CW. It kind of threw me for a loop. Yet during this whole thing I created two haiku drawings that I am particularly proud of. They will be up later today, if anyone is interested. After Kristy left and Chris and I enjoyed an episode of the consistently amazing Always Sunny I threw on some jeans and got picked up by Ashley. Now it was time for the ROCKTOBER NIGHT’s event of the evening.

A midnight screening of Where the Wild Things Are with Jen, Shane, Katie, Ashley and a bunch of their friends. Before I begin this recap I am going to give one disclaimer. At this point during the week I was what some people might describe as sleep deprived. After last night, I can confirm I am. Yet, sleep is what November 1st is for. Anyways, back to point. I didn’t know what to expect from Spike Jonze’s adaptation of a book which meant so much to all of our childhoods. What I got was not what I expected, and I am elated by this fact. I don’t want to give away any of the movie except to say that the Wild Things are a revelation. I have never given much thought to the emotional processes of a child or how it was that only twenty years ago I viewed the world with such imagination and conviction. I identified with Max on an almost disturbing level. Could I have been delirious at points attempting to keep awake? Most definitely. Did that add to the experience? Of course. This is a movie to see if you miss all the memories of childhood and want them brought up to the surface. I had hoped to dream last night after consuming a hot dog, root beer, and large popcorn but I did not. The moment my head reached pillow mountain it descended into the valley of deep sleep. I am so grateful to be surrounded by such amazing people and every night this week has been ridiculous in the joy it’s brought me. Thank you everyone who has come out or even just tried (Dave gets the award for best phone call of the week last night). You are all truly ROCKTOBER!