hey, calm down already

Hey there, JiBlets. Hope your ho-ho-holidays were filled with leapin' lords and nog and tinsel and champagne. With Bowie/Crosby, Charlotte Church, and The Boss assuring you that Santa Claus is coming to town. Play it, big man!

My holidays turned out to be quite lovely, and good for my soul. I was in Ohio for two weeks (felt like a month) and consequently had a lot of down time. Time to think, reflect, poop, and eat ham. And then poop again. Thoughts were thinked, resolutions were made.


I figured out that feebly suckling on Chicago's far-reaching, multi-faceted steel teat isn't enough. Time to make the Windy City my beeotch. How? Well, good intentions and hard work is part of it. This year will explode with comedic output. I have a video camera, and some folks to help me craft comedy gold. I have a wicked awesome improv teacher currently (more on her at some other point), and an increasing desire to perform in some capacity. Auditions, further acting classes and stand up are all on the horizon, growing bigger every time I look.

In short, I'm excited. I feel a sense of freedom that I haven't felt previously.

I've read four books since Christmas. All thoroughly enjoyable. These four books include The Stand, unabridged. God, everyone should read that book. I also read Chuck Klosterman's novel Downtown Owl and also his most recent collection of essays, Eating The Dinosaur.  I really like Klosterman's work, and his newest stuff is quality as always. Very intelligent, but slightly less accessible than Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs, say. Maybe a bit darker too.

Uh, what else? I saw Avatar. Worth seeing, for sure. It was fucking impressive. Don't see any reason to watch it ever again, though. The story and plot suck it hard.  

Iron Man 2 trailer is out. And it is fucking sweet.

Ok, I blogged. Your turn.