Pass the Parkour

Perhaps you've heard it referred to as 'free running', but parkour is becoming more and more popular. The first time I heard of it, it was called 'freestyle walking.' I think my response was something like, "Are you kidding me?" Now a guy has documented some of his amazing stunts in this video and I have to say, it looks kinda fun. (It starts off slow, but gets going... give it some time.)

Face Off

So doctors in France have performed the first ever face transplant. Strange. (Don't worry, there's no pictures)

Tongmaster

Total silliness.

Zero Hour

Here's a few photos from the Xbox 360 launch in Palmdale called "Zero Hour". For a ton of other pictures shared out from people who were there, visit Flickr.

Homemaker

So my condo is slowly becoming a home. Tonight I sit in my livingroom... no, not on the carpet, but on a fine chair, my laptop sitting docile on the matching ottoman. This chair, along with another and two ottomans, as well as a dining set (one round table and three upholstered oak chairs with wheels on the bottom) were donated to the Help Tim Furnish His New Condo movement by the Sperry's. Many thanks to them. I will also be picking up a brand new queen-size bed from them, to replace to old decroded one that is giving me allergy attacks at night. I don't mean to be disthankful (I'm sure that's not a word) to the Donnelly's, who kindly donated this old beast to me, but it's just killing my sinuses, and it's time for it to go.

Not only furnishings help to make this place more homely, but the almost three bills I spent at QFC, Ross, and Target today are also contributing mightily. This is why I can eat popcorn, drink an ESB, and sit in front of my Duraflame log burning in the fireplace as I type these words. Not to mention the sweet linen window panels that now adorn my sliding glass doors. A HOME, I say.

Might be about time for an open house.

The Day of Giving Thanks

So what are your plans for Thanksgiving Day?

Update

So my back is feeling better. Slooooowly. It just takes time. And I suppose that the fact that I continue to work and I'm not resting doesn't help any. It's just amazing to think that one little moment of indiscretion (trying to move a grate that later bent a forklift tine when lifted) has such dire consequences almost a week later. I would like to not EVER do that again. I hear that I've entered a whole new game now, one where I will have to be continually vigilant to keep from back-tweakage.

The show is coming together. It's all under wraps (although some dolt posted a bunch of pictures on Flickr of setup... I hope he's fired), so I can't say much, but it's happening. I'll be glad to be home.

Home.

Home.

A man and his wife are sitting in the living room and he says to her: "Just so you know, I never want to live in a vegetative state dependent on some machine. If that ever happens, just pull the plug."

His wife gets up and unplugs the TV.

Intersting Article

Five questions non-Muslims would like answered.

Back Pains

Do you know someone who has "thrown their back out?" Maybe you've done this yourself. I never have, but I've heard of a lot of people complaining about this... my mom has had hers go out a couple of times, bending over to do a mundane task like pick up a towel off the floor and *wham* it freezes up.

Well. Now I know what that feels like. Yesterday I bent over and tried to slide a ridiculously heavy grate across the floor. I failed to budge it, but I did feel something give in my lower back, and haven't been able to stand up erect since. It's not a good idea to do this on the first day of a long show. So now I'm confined to my hotel room, my boss sent me home to rest and ice the back. It feels a bit better today, but I still have to shuffle around with my butt out a little, like an old man, and if I straighten up a bit to much pain shoots up and back and I gasp.

So for all of you folks with bad backs--my deepest sympathy. I feel your pain. Literally.

Segment

There are times in life when things come to a head, a point, where processes that were put into motion before the world began come to bear the fruit that they were created for. These times are very specific, very poignant, and if you think back in your own life, you will recognize those points. Perhaps there was only one, perhaps several, but they can usually be counted on one hand, or perhaps two. Toes are rarely necessary for this sum. It is at these tipping points where all things hang in the balance, where life or death is the product of a moment’s choice, where destinies are fulfilled… or lost forever in the dreams of what “could have been.” Sometimes we recognize these times for what they are, but more often, they come upon us like phantoms in the night, winding their threads through our lives into an endless knot, and it is only after that knot has been set and can never be untied when we look back with the clarity of hindsight and see that season of our life for what it truly was. And when we do look back, it will either be with the deepest of sorrows and regret for the loss that we cannot fathom, or with infinite thankfulness toward the God whom we trusted to lead us through a labyrinth where human understanding was rendered useless. Perhaps this is but a taste of that day of reckoning, when all pretenses will be done away with, when we will stand with our lives naked in the all-consuming light of Light Himself—perhaps His greatest judgment will be simple silence, as we recognize the paths that were offered to us but which we chose not to take, for fear of… for fear of… what were we so afraid of?

Bachelor's Party

And even at the threat of death, here are a few pictures from the bachelor's party evening. I won't post the naked ones. Or... those other ones either....

T&K Shots

Crafty, so crafty. Since I knew that during the kiss, nobody would be looking anywhere else in the entire building but on Tom and Kate's lips mashing, I took the liberty to pack my little SD400 in my tux jacket pocket and snap a few pictures. I wasn't at the best angle, but here's what I got (during and directly after).

Leaving NY

I think my plane is boarding.

But I really like this city. The little that I saw of it. Today I planned on tootling around and seeing the sites... which I did a little, but I was so pooped I slept past noon and didn't have much time. I jumped on the subway and headed out to the WTC site, which was emotional and just crazy to look at the skyline and see where the buildings once stood, now just a hole in the ground. Then I jumped back onto the subway and hit SoHo, at the suggestion of Kelsey, and wow. That place is so nice. I would like spend a whole day there and have a grand to blow on stuff. Lots of great shopping, quaint cafes and pubs, art galleries, interesting and highly stylish individuals.

I then jumped back on the subway, got to Grand Central where my hotel is, picked up my bags, and got a sweet Cadillac SUV ride to the airport, where I'm sitting now, waiting to fly back home.

Home.

Speaking of home, that is now in Issaquah. I've slept for a total of one nights in my new home. Boxes are stacked in my room, my bed is sitting on the floor (I got a free bed!) and I wonder what Daniel has done to make the place seem like home.

Life. Is busy.

NaNoWriMo? Yeah, I'm falling behind. Nothing that a good, open Saturday afternoon couldn't fix. Which I might have. In 2006.

NY, NY

Yes, I'm neglecting my blog. No, I don't like doing that. Yes, I will get around to posting here one of these days. Yes, I'm busy in a very retarded way. Yes, I'm in New York and it's my first time being here.

And I'm tired. Good night.

NaNoWriMo

And so today is November first. Which means that at some point in my busy day, I'm going to need to sit down and put some 1,667 words into my word document. Will I be successful this first day of a crazy month of writing a book? Will it be inspired? Will I actually come together with a plot? Or will my story totally stink? Will I just write crap?

All I can guarantee at this moment is this: I WILL write. And I've put my Inner Editor into the kennel where he will watch copious amounts of television and nitpick at the actors and plotlines he sees all day long.