No way. That’s insane…

So I today I got some great news regarding the film I worked on last winter. Great news, indeed.

As coincidence would have it, when I was reading the email, it was the last email I checked before I head out to Michaels to get the poster from said movie framed.

I was in a rush because my pops was with me and I wanted to get the frame set up before we went to the bar to watch the Redskin game (which they lost even though it looked like that fucking runningback for Oakland fumbled, but such is life).

Anywho, we get to Michaels (and I had a 40% off coupon, which I couldn’t use) and I throw the poster on the counter, pick out a frame, pic out some matting and wait for the total.


Read that again.

Three hundred. Seventy-five dollars.

I looked at my father and we both started laughing. Hell, the girl who was helping me laughed too.

I said, “No way. That’s insane.”

She agreed, so she suggested I go buy a frame off the rack and she’ll re-run the price. She told me what size frame I needed and off I went.

I came back with a frame and she did the figures again.


MUCH more like what I had expected to spend. But today Michaels was having a sale. Spend a hundred bucks on custom framing, get fifty off!

I had $98.


I asked the girl behind the counter what I could do. She said she was already on it. (and on a side note, she completely rocked. Patient and out for me. Kudos to Michaels).

She finally suggested that I get another mat for the poster (bringing the total mat count to three). I thought it would be too much, but after it was thrown on, it looked great.

Final cost?


It won’t be ready for three weeks, but that’s cool. I’m sure it will be worth the wait.

What a princess…

Yeah, the blogs aren’t so frequent as of late, but I’ve been swamped with work and other stuff. But this story my dad told me Sunday was too good not to post.

My father and my niece, who’s 9, were having a conversation the other day.

My niece turns to my father and says, “I don’t like Cody.”

Cody is her brother–my nephew.

“You don’t? Why?” Asked my father.

“Because he’s 90% jackass, which he gets from you. And he’s 10% gay, which he gets from Uncle Stewie.”

What a princess.

I am looking forward to the day when she gets her first boyfriend. Oh, the stories I will tell.


I’m surprised I’m still here to write about it…

Every Christmas, when I was a kid, my mom and dad would drag me and my sister over to my mother’s best friend’s house for Christmas dinner.

It sucked.

Because, apparently, “Christmas dinner” meant as soon as I opened all of my presents, got a quick glance at them, then we were loaded into the car to spend the whole day over there.

Think about that.

Think about being a kid on the most anticipated day of the year when you get tons of toys, only to look at what you could be playing with. Just not today.

I remember one year, it had to be 1980 or ’81, when I got one of the best presents ever.

The coveted Atari 2600.

I remember the joy of opening it up and seeing what I had waited all of my life for.

The coveted Atari 2600.

With Space Invaders. With Combat. With Asteroids. With Missile Command.

It was heaven in one big box and happiness in three smaller ones.

I immediately looked to my father, master of all things electronic, and said, “Can we hook it up, now?”

“We can hook it up when we get back from Mary’s,” my father replied.

The pouting, crying and yelling immediately ensued, but was squashed quickly with one statement from my mother.

“If you don’t stop right now, I’ll take it back and you won’t play it at all. Ever.”

Game over. I lost.

One thing my parents did let us do when we went to Mary’s was take one of our gifts with us, so we could play with it over at Mary’s house. So when we got ready to leave, I picked up box the Atari was in and headed for the car.

My father stopped me at the door and marched my little ass back upstairs to pick something else out.

God I hated going to Mary’s.

So instead of heaven, I grabbed the next best thing, my mattel (or coleco) handheld football game, and we headed out.

We got to Mary’s house and, while my parents said their hellos and such, I headed downstairs to see what Mary’s sons got for Christmas.

Imagine my very pleasant surprise when I saw that they got an Intellivision. Yes! The day was not going to suck after all.

But it did. Oh, I was so naive.

See, Mary’s boys were 15 and 14. I was 10. Guess how many games I got to play? Two.

And the only reason I got to play those two games is because the boys’ father came down and made them let me play. Of course, immediately after he left, I got the rabbit punches until I cried.

So, with my Atari at home and the Intellivision out of the picture, I turned to the gift I had brought with me. I could still have some fun. Not as much as I could have if I were at home, but maybe I could get through the day.

I opened the package up, took out the football game, turned it on and…


There was no battery.

I took it upstairs to my father and he told me what I already knew. It needed a battery.

A 9 volt battery.

A 9 volt battery that was not to be found in Mary’s house.

Worst. Christmas. Ever.

To be honest, I’m surprised I’m still here to write about it. A weaker boy would have simply died.