What a handsome Devil!

Last night was Susan and Truett's Halloween Party. It was smurfing awesome! A couple came as Smurfette and Gargamel. Our drunken asses changed everything to Smurf for much of the night.Pee-Wee Herman was also in attendance, the secret word was cigarette.More pics to come after Meg and Doug send me the ones they took. Being the vain fucker that I am, I took only a pic of myself with my crappy Verizon camera phone. Good times! What fun. There were a lot of people at the party. They left one by one and in the end there was just our crew, dancing, talking, laughing and having a great time.

I went as Lucifer himself. My freind Erica helped me with the horns and the makeup, not to mention the new haircut she gave me last week.It was so liberating to shave it all off! New me!

Things have been a blur. I am tired and really busy. I have been practicing like mad for tonight's poker night live. I am a bit nervous. It has been a whole lot of years since my last gig. This will also be my first time playing guitar live, except for on my big fat ghetto divorce open mic night. I've been playing these parties for a few months so it won't be much different.Artists painting, musicians playing, crowd hopefully singing. Tomorrow we will be burning all of the artwork we produce in a big Halloween bonfire. I will try to post some pics on Tuesday or Wednesday.

Hope all is well in your little part of this great big planet.

See Y'all later

Show me your bad-ass face y'all!

This post was originally slated for Oct. 21st. Got together with Doug, Jason and Meg tonight. I have to say that I have been so lucky in the friends that I have made since I have moved to North Carolina. Here's a few pics of the folks I have been hanging with. I am really lucky to have such great friends. So a little background on these pics. Bob, Tara, Jason, Meg, Doug, Keri, Susan, Treutt, Amy, and I went to Sunset Beach, NC together. I headed down late Friday night for one of the best parties I have been to in my life. I grabbed the camera at one point and took pics of everyone. Before I took every pic, I said to everyone "Show me your badass face, this was the results. The one above is my attempt. I am not very good at the self takers. Jason. Mr. Cool . The ringleader and the man. I mean, come on, He is actually pullin that hat off and not looking like a hick! He's also one of the most talented artists I have ever met. Jason also sings some mean renditions of your favorite songs. The unstoppable Meg. Jason's better half. She also gets along with Jason's friend "Mary" very well. (inside joke) . Meg is mama bear, the one that takes care of ya. One of the dearest sweetest ladies on this planet. She asked me to turn off Morphine at an impromptu party at my place because I had told her that I can't listen to them (one of my all time favs) when I am depressed. Amy looking tough as nails, cool as ice and nice as hell. When I arrived at the Sunset Beach house I gave Amy a big ol' hug. I then shifted my attention inside the house and walked. I am told that Amy promptly fell. She was either tipsy as all hell, or just swooned under the blanket of fire which are my hugs. Doug himself. A man whose nipples are probably calloused after the weekend in Sunset Beach. He sings in a bad ass, funny as all shit be damned voice and plays guitar like a bat out of hell. He and I usually partner on tunes and we'll be doing it live this Friday! Keri. Doug's much better half (sorry Doug, I had to). She made some killer grub for the beach, which Doug got all the credit for. God that stuff was great. She also does the best accompaniment to Tom Petty's "American Girl" that you will ever have the pleasure of seeing. Bob. Bob is the master motivator ("Okay, everyone, get out"), and is an artist at reading folks.He once read a girl I was with like a book one night when we were out. This was his bad ass face?!? Bob had a great weekend and asked everyone to touch his belly. The unstoppable Tara, who makes up a matching pair with Bob. Outrageous and awesome, Tara celebrated her B-day with me that same weekend. Arg Matey's It be Susan! Susan is married to Truet, whose name I am not sure I spelled right. The are hosting a big Halloween bash This Saturday. I need to get my costume together.
Truet slept a lot that weekend. At least he slept during the biggest partying moments I was there for. He did go boating with me for about half a second. These were the only pics I didn't take of this group. Susan brought the camera in to the bedroom and told him to give her his bad ass face. I think his second attempt was somewhat better.

So there you have it folks. The crowd I run with, from one of the best weekends I have ever had. I couldn't have hoped for a better group of folks to share it with. By Sunday, I found myself wishing for next year. Hope all is well with all of you. Be good.

Where the day takes you

Heard from a good friend of mine tonight. "You did what you had to do to feel go about the path. You took a chance."

Okay, so it's paraphrasing. I guess in life, when you have done everything you can, there is no reason to look back with regret, or sadness.

Sometimes life pushes in a way that we didn't forsee going.

If you are up to bearing your soul, I urge you to place a comment. Make it anonymous if you must.

Where has life pushed you that you did not forsee going?

SPOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!

Hey all, I have another episode of "The Best Of Well In Dowd" coming up in the next few days.If anyone feels like pouring through my archives and letting me know of any postings that you think I should use for B.O.W.I.D. ,please let me know. I actually have about 4 posts waiting in the gate right now. These include some pics of the great friends that I have made down here in NC (No Meg, no drunken NY Jets foam hat and Hulk hands drunken posturing), the tag that K hit me with and the aforementioned Best of Well in Dowd 2-Electric Boogaloo. I have had a great week and a great weekend. I mean, the whole broken hearted, yet again, part sucked, but everything else, as always, coming up Tommy!

Two impromptu parties at my place on Thursday and Friday night were fun as hell. Friday I stayed up till 6 a.m. (that would count as Saturday then wouldn't it?) and had a great conversation. Imagine my surprise when I thought to myself "Man it must be around 3 a.m. we should go to sleep." only to find that my body clock had shut down around the time that I opened another great bottle of wine.

So the title of this blog refers to The Tick animated series. A few years back I inherited an almost full collection of Tick cartoons. 30 episodes. I once watched them all in one sitting while partying a little to hard with something that might make one feel comfortable watching 30 episodes of a cartoon in one sitting beginning at 12 a.m. Kel should remember that one.

"Spoon" was what the Tick chose as his battle cry. Much like The Thing from the Fantastic Four yelling "It's Clobbering Time!" or the Hulk's famous "HUUUULLLK SMAAAASH!" (which by the way, my Hulk Hands say when you hit them together).

This morning I woke up thinking about that. Spoon, or spooning really. I think one of the things that I really love in this world is laying with someone and spooning. Feeling the rise and fall of the person you are holding's chest. Hearts lined up and beating in one rhythm. There are many things that relax me and make me feel good about life, but that one does it for me in a big way. I like going to sleep that way. Have for years. It calms me. Spooning, no matter how bad things may seem in my life at the time, seems to melt away all the hurt, makes the pain seem distant, and helps the world to make sense for a moment in the craziest and most unsure of times.

Just thinking about it. Before I look like too much of the sensitive arteest, I would like to remind people that what I love more than spooning is banging chicks, driving fast cars, watching football and farting with abandon.

Later Y'all

Best of Well In Dowd

Hey my friend
It seems your eyes are troubled
Care to share your time with me
Would you say you're feeling low and so
A good idea would be to get it off your mind

See you and me
Have a better time than most can dream
Have it better than the best
So we can pull on through
Whatever tears at us
Whatever holds us down
And if nothing can be done
We'll make the best of [Well In Dowd]


Here you go people, the first installment of the best of Well In Dowd. I wrote this letter on the couch after buying some Snapple fruit punch at a local Pizza parlor back in NYC. I had a lot of fun writing it. Enjoy!

Made from the worst stuff on earth (Jan. 2005)

Something sorta like love

Hey everyone. I wanted to thank the bunch of you who have been propping me up for the last few days.It's in the hardest of times that you find out who the wonderful people in your life are. I've been lucky to gather some real gems around me during my short life.

For those of you who couldn't read between the lines, or somehow couldn't figure it out, I broke up with my wedding date, Heather. So Monday, I think I was literally suffering from a broken heart.That's what put me in the hospital, the stress of it all. Love is not supposed to put you in the hospital. I guess if we follow that line of thinking, then it just couldn't have been love, right? Just something sorta like it.

I had been putting off saying anything on this blog, hoping against hope in my heart that we could resolve this moment before we went public. Hahaha. I sound like a CEO or something. I guess I am CEO of W.I.D. Inc. She made the decision. Now, I am trying to get my stock back up.

Funny thing is? This time I didn't do anything wrong to screw this up. No shooting myself in the foot. No mistreatment. Nothing but love and support. I wasn't perfect, and I did screw it up in the past, this current go round though?Did it the way it should be done. My former wife, Nicole, who has been the biggest support to me in the world though this, was shocked when I mentioned some of the things that I had done during the course of my relationship with Heather. Saying things like "You did what?!?" and "You?!!!?". I guess I wasn't nearly as supportive of Nic in during our great times together, and Nic really deserved that from me. So If anything, that tells me that I did most things right, and, for the person who comes into my life and will really love and respect me, I will be damn good. Good catch. Just not for this one. Oh well. Dust off the pants, get back up and get walking.

My friends down here have been amazing. I actually have gotten hints at a few "set ups" already! Haha! I don't know that I am ready for that quite yet. It's nice to know that there are options though. Right now needs to be Tommy time.

With all of that said, I will be doing poker night live this Friday. Really, what better way to attract the chicks than on stage with a guitar in hand? It worked for Keith Richards, and he was one ugly motherfucker.I usually use Mic Jagger in the lady and musician analogy, but he doesn't play guitar. Think about it though, women love a man with a guitar. Not sure why, but it makes the average guy that much sexier. See Paulina Poriskova and that guy from The Cars (is it Rick something? Okasic? hmmm. Too lazy to google.)for a damn fine example, or can you say "Billy Joel and Christy Brinkley"?

Now that I am single I also get to use the old "I wrote this for the woman who broke my heart" line. Works like a charm.Play the heartfelt love song. Afterwards, watch the girls swoon and say "You must have really loved her" and then you say "Yeah, I did. It hurt when we broke up. I wanted to marry her and raise a family, she just didn't want me back.......Wanna make out? It would really help." "Okay, you dear sweet sensitive, misunderstood artist with a guitar in hand" HAHAHA.

So Jason, Doug and Jim are coming by tonight. We're going to practice a little bit. Get some songs together.This will be good for me. It gives me an excuse to clean up some more. I have been doing some serious nesting over the last four days. "Heather broke my heart, so I think I will leave this nub of a pizza crust here on my desk in one of these empty coffee cups which are scattered among the beer bottles and the ash tray and then take off my clothes, except for my boxers, right here and leave them in a two foot high pile next to my chair." ;) We're going to pick some songs and run through them. I may do some of my own. I still need to post the songs that I recorded before I moved down here. If anyone is willing to walk me through posting songs on the internet because I have no idea how to do so, please, contact me. Jenn, I know that you know how to do it. HELP! HELP ME!

Thanks Rae, Mom, Nic, Dave and Vuolo (M, not the N) for being there. I have really appreciated it. Also to the person who sent me the email and didn't post here on my blog, I wanted to thank you so much. The note really lifted my spirits(not yours Rae, but you were right, it did make me smile, big time). I know that we will both find our way. You are fantastic. Thanks.

Later Y'all

This blog

This blog has been my connection to the outside world so many times. When I was holed up in a long term stay hotel, feeling alone and abandoned, all I did was blog, drink and sit around. I moaned and complained on here. Mive V once told me that my blog became a real downer. At one point I figured out that I had stopped blogging for myself. That I was posting things out of a need for revenge against someone who had hurt me, and editing things for others. I stopped this. Started living for myself.

Blogs and relationships. They are a funny thing. You can certainley have both. Many of us do. Some of us keep our blogs from our loved ones. Some of us share them with everybody. I think that with the type of blog that I keep, more of an online diary, it's a little bit harder to keep it cool.I tend to want to share all of my hurts and my triumphs.Say "Look what I did" or "Look how this person injured me!". So I struggle with it. Trying to be positive, trying to be light. Trying to stay out of High Shcool like drama.

Over the last couple days I had some major shit go down and I had two people get together to try and take me down even further. One of the two was way out of line with nothing good to say. High School level bullshit.This all happened over instant messenger, a terrible way to have any convo of importance. It allows you to walk away, block the other person, say things that you wouldn't if you were face to face. But, it can show the type of person that you really are. It is sort of like Catholic confession throught the old school screen. You can say whatever you want and not have to see a reaction.It's cowardly. I don't want to be involved with those type of people in my life.I was in the hospital two days ago and am still sort of recovering. Yesterday made me realize where the source of the stress had come from.I got really worked up and experienced and "aftershock", for lack of a better term.Makes everything clear. When you feel, even for a moment that your life may be in jeopardy.

I really examined the types of relations that I have kept in my life. Especially when it comes to the women I have been involved with. Where those relations come from, where they lead to. In talking to someone yesterday, I realized that I have this penchant for getting into my car (analogies, love em) with the new person that I have met and hitting the gas. Getting up to 90mph, right away, only to find that when I get tired of driving, the ther person doesn't want to take the wheel. I never really date. Which for this analogy, would be taking the scenic route, stopping and getting lunch, taking in some scenic overlooks etc. Basically, a few big relationships, not a whole lot of dating. Fooling around? Sure. But taking the time and getting to know someone? Not really.

I guess once you make the move you need to be able to stick to it. I am a pretty giving, good catch, understanding, sensitive guy. I have areas where I still need shoring up, but who among us doesn't right?

So with all of that said, i may take a hiatus from this blog. Take a break and give my wounded, beaten down heart some time to heal.Tonight is clean time! I am changing out all of the pictures in my apartment to reflect happier times. I think I am going to buy some photo paper today so I can print out some more pics of my loved ones. Going to do some massive amounts of laundry, and dishes.Out with the old, in with the new. Good days ahead, hurtful people out of my life and better times right around the corner.

Love Y'all

Dumb ass Dog

So there is nothing on TV so I looked at Daves site and found this. s-u-p-e-r r-e-TARDED d-o-g
This made me laugh really, really hard. The best. hahahaha!

Baseball on the boob-tube

I would like to start off by telling you all how much I appreciated your words of concern for my aching heart. Anyone who feels that they would like to kiss it and make it all better are invited to send me a comment or an email application for new boo-boo kisser.

Doug called me while he was sick in bed to express his concern. Nic IM'd me and provided more support that I could of possibly imagined or asked for, as did Dave. The wonderful Linz wrote me an email telling me that I was a great person. Mom was really great on the phone also. I'm a pretty lucky dude to have such good people in my life! Thanks all!
I am still experiencing some pain. I think it is stress related. It happened again today. Not as severe as the first one. It came during some stressful moments. I think I need to get back into Tae Kwon Do or Yoga or something. I kinda of prefer the thought of ass-kicking to that of human knots right now.

I went to Glance Gallery today after my doctor's appointment. Walked around so I could revel in Magarita Leon's genius again. I have been thinking about the statues since I first saw them. Jason and Bob were out on business. I talked to Erica for a little bit about the paintings, the current show, and some other stuff.

Anyhow, go figure that baseball is not on tonight.(Can anyone say "Get Cable"?)I am not a big fan of the game, but tonight I would watch if I had the chance. Just want to chill and veg. At the boob-tube. I was thinking that a little sports would be nice.Plus baseball bores me to tears.It would help me sleep. I think I may share some of my more frightening nightmares with you all at some point. I don't get them often, but when I do? They are doozies! So I think I may pop on Field of Dreams again.

I think I love Annie.Amy Madigan's character in this movie is someone I would love to meet someday. Someone who backs up her guy. Stands up for him, encourages his crazy notions, and implores him to follow his heart. Do those kind of people only exist on film and fantasy? Actually, I think I may have had that at one point in my life. So okay, I want to meet her again! Now that I am older, wiser, kinder, gentler and more stable. ANNIE! WHERE ARE YOU?!?!?!

Heart broken, but still smiling!

So I have had a rough couple days. Sunday sucked. I pretty much stayed up all night doing my insomniac thing again. Turned on Field of Dreams. That movie always puts me to sleep when I am down in the dumps. I start relaxing as soon as I hear Annies voice reply to Ray's question if she heard a voice "We didn't hear anythiiing" in that sing-songy fashion of hers.I want to meet an Annie some day.

Monday only got better! I took my current head pain over to my friend Jason's house and hung out for a bit. We drank a few brews. Comiserated, talked about life. A couple funny things came out of that convo though. I remembered why bad days are great, because without them, the good times wouldn't seem as sweet as they do. He explained some of the more maddening and fun points of golf. Then we went and sat on his couch.

I sat there for a few moments and then all of a sudden my chest stared to hurt. It felt like Shaka Zulu had busted into the Craighead home to stab me in the chest with one of those short war spears that he was so fond of. I am talking shortness of breath and extreme, excrutiating pain for just about five minutes. It was scary. I thought i was going to die. My arm hurt afterwards. My neck and stomach did also.

We were both really freaked and I went home.I talked to my former wife (great lady that she is, Nic, thank you so much for today, or yesterday prolly when you read this entry) and decided to go to the hospital. I thought that after my "old infarction" ekg reading a few months back, I should exercise caution.

So got to the hospital, feeling like shit and my chest hurting. I must say that the admition process happened quickly.I was processed within a half an hour. "What seems to be the problem Mr.Dowd?" "Well I have chest pain." "I see. When did it begin?" etc,etc.

So they admitted me. They hooked me up to the EKG. My nurse was nice but kinda dumb. She actally mixed up the left arm and left leg alligator clips for the one ekg moniter.They took my readings, took some blood.She laughed when I asked if I could take some pictures. I did get a smile going. The pic above was from when I was the slightly less bionic man.At one point they had me strapped to about 15 different electrodes.

The doctor came in, examined me. Gave me some prescription pain killers and some something to drink. Tasted like all of the dirty nubs of school chalk that are left at the end of the week, ground up with pig feet and then watter added.

I made some phone calls. Dave got the comment of the day award. "Man when you said you had a broken heart I didn't think you meant REALLY!" hahaha. The doctor, who took my suggestion of broken heart much better than my previous doc, said that was okay because we know that will heal.

I found out that my lungs are really big. The chest x-ray did not cover the bottom of my lungs. They had to radiate me twice. Damn height! For those of you who don't know, I am 6'5' tall.Big body=big lungs I guess. I am all torso too.

So battery of tests, pokes prods, and two exams with a biting pain going on most of the time, I lamented my life and the fact that I was in the hospital. Finally, when they were discharging me, after spending tons of money, no doubt, I had a last moment alone with my dullard nurse. She gave me some pain killers, took the IV out of my arm and said that the doctor wants me to call another doctor if the pain continues (she provided the number) and that he was prescribing me some pain killers.I asked her "So what was wrong?" She said, "you have chest pain"

Thank you Duke University Hospital of Raleigh! You are the best!

I walked alone, truly and utterly alone, out of the hospital and to the parking garage. Just me and my broken heart. I looked dowen at the stained sweatshirt that I was wearing and thought. "Fucking Jets. This must somehow all be your fault". They are my new scapegoa, I am blaming the Jets for all bad things in the world.

You know that thought that Jason and I shared about how the bad days a re need to have some good ones is really appropriate for my life right now. After these past few, I definately have some great days ahead of me.

Love and southern hospitality to Ya'll

Cool days indeed

That refers to my life and the weather. Fall is arriving. I am not a big fan of the cool weather. I like shorts, t-shirts and heat! I need me some sun.

I had a great weekend! I went to this really cool charity art auction. It was called Works of Heart. I didn't get a bidder card, thinking that I couldn't possibly afford anything. In past years, I was told, $3000 a painting was not that outrageous. This was a down year though and a painting by Murray Handler, a personal fav, sold for less than $500! I was pissed!

My friend Jason's painting actually sold for 2k that was cool. I also added his link to the side bar. Check out Glance Gallery. Good stuff. They are the best gallery in Raleigh. I've seen some truly visionary stuff there.

So today was a great day. The weather, after the initial cool spell, was warm and sunny. I went to see the Corpse Bride with my friend Erica. It was supposed to be a group thing, but then Meg and Amy canceled on us. Oh well, it was fun anyhow.

Had a few beers. I even managed to get in a little bit of football. FUCKING JETS! I hate them. Anyone with suggestions about new allegiances, please comment.

Good Day!

(Can someone plese explain to me why bloggers suck ass spell check does not recognize the word FUCKING? This is english right. Is FUCK in Websters?It's used enough, it should be.)

Up in the air! It's a Bird! It's a Plane! It's...

Me beyotch! That's right.





The place-Third floor apartment, Ridgewood, Queens New York Fucking City. We lived at the top of a third floor walkup. My Grandparents lived on the first and second floor. It was Mom, Dad and me...Until earlier this very year Dave came along to spoil my onlychildessness

The Time- 1979. Age of multi colored bad plaid pants , Kiss' magnum opus "Dynasty" (The Kiss army shall live forever!), and If I am not mistaken in my geek knowledge, the year of Star Trek the motion picture!I remember going to that movie and sitting in separate seats with my dad so we could see it (I was a Star Trek fan from real young, I had the toys, actually once, at age 7 or so I demanded a "Spock" haircut. I wanted to be Captain Kirk, but there could relate to Spock. He was misunderstood, and different looking).

The Mission-Fighting for truth justice and the 2nd grade way!I was a young burgeoning geek with a brown birthmark on my face the size of Texas...at least that's how big it seemed to this little kid when he was made fun of at school. I loved my Star Wars toys and loved going to the TSS (Times Square Store, but they were everywhere in NY in the seventies, this google search showed that some kids had very similar memories of T.S.S. ) with my parents. I also, as evidenced by the picture, loved my brand new Superman Underoos.

Underoos for those of you who don't remember them, were underwear that were made up like superhero costumes. Superman had an iron-on on the chest with the "S" logo, Spider man had the webs and Spider Symbol etc. I imagine there was also a Wonderwoman for girls. The theme song sang "Underoos are fun to wear! Yeah!" and so on. I was hooked. I would scale shit in my Spidey's (I had a loft bed which lent itself to this little fantasy) and would run around in my red galoshes and semi-reddish seventies towel as Superman. Thankfully I knew enough to not try to fly out of the third floor window.

I would like to point out the serious on-the-brink-of-a-scowl crimefighting look on my young face. Sure to strike fear into the hearts of criminals, cream cheese sandwich making mothers and dad's who toss you into the air as a baby hitting your head into the doorway and possibly being the reason for all your later mental problems EVERYWHERE! Watch out folks, here comes SUPER TOMMY!

Like most kids my age in the seventies, I grew up in the cult of Star Wars. I went to school in the rain under my Star Wars umbrella, with my lunch (could have been just a cream cheese sandwich. My mother will deny it to this day but she once sent me to school with a cream cheese sandwich! On Wheat! I had never so wanted the schools weird smelling ravioli hot-lunch.) packed neatly into my Star Wars lunch box, I would buy a pack of Star Wars trading cards with my allowance on the way home and then would play with my Star Wars toys before getting into my Star Wars pj's and going to sleep under my Star Wars bedsheets! (I still have the pillowcase of those sheets, I should probably get that thing framed. Or maybe I will put it on my pillow tonight for old times sake.)

Many years later I collected some toys and some comic books (My mom and dad are still clamoring for the day that I come and take them away from their basement)In my toy collecting I liked to buy real oddities. The Star Wars stamp collecting kit, commemorative McDonalds cups. The stuff that makes you think "Why would they have ever made that?". And then there is this.



The story goes that some Topps artist decided it would be funny to airbrush and extra robotic appendage to C-3PO's nether regions. Only about 10,000 of these made it to market. This scene is the one where he is being raised out of his oil bath (sexy) in Luke's farmhouse on Tatooine. I found this card at a St. Matthias Church boy-scout flea market and bought it immediately. It is one of my most prized possessions. It makes me laugh, as the picture above does. Sometimes looking back makes us realize just how far we have come. I have a tendency to look on the dark side of things. I've come a long way. It's not the path that I intended, but I've done pretty damn good (and I have fucked up excellently). I've finally learned how to laugh at myself. It's about fucking time. Cause serious Tom is some serious shit. Just look at the shark cold eyes above! Kickin',Spillin',Diggin and drillin a hole! Pass the old gold!

Rockin' Like Dokken Y'all (I don't know why, but that saying has been rolling off my tongue with frightening frequency. It makes me laugh. It's like when I took to Queen's theme song for Flash Gordon the movie. I took every one syllable word and for weeks would say, for instance "Eggs, ah-ah, THEY'LL SAVE EVERY ONEOFUS!". I've got problems folks, real problems)
Later

Snatching defeat from the jaws of victory

I feel like I have3 been running around like a chicken without it's head. I have been swamped at work, I traveled almost every weekend in September (got to see Heather a lot so that was good), and suffering from mental and physical exhaustion.

one thing that I am really great at is creating drama. I am a regular Shakespeare, cept I live it, I don't write it down. Now this penchant for drama is not the worst thing in the world. It is also what makes me so much fun to be around. I am a very passionate man and I have a way of magnifying everything that goes on in my life. When I love, I love big, when I fuck up, I fuck up big, when I apologize...well you get the picture.

I'm a NY Jets fan. That should tell you something about me if you follow football in the least. The Jets are a non-stop drama that has lasted for years. They are a great team to follow if you have a love of tragedy. I have seen them snatch defeat from the jaws of victory many, many times.

I want to be a Jet fan, I just don't want to be a Jet.

Because I am feeling lazy and am busy uploading photos

I am busy getting all of the many pics that I have on my camera uploaded onto my handy Sanpfish account tonight. I'll be damned if I will ever wait this long again. I have pictures in here from as far back as May! I am talking my May trip to NYC, my trips to Norfolk, VA , Las Vegas, NV, Philadelphia, PA, Sunset Beach, NC, NYC in September, assorted Raleigh pics including the first poker night and the dinner I took my staff out to. Whew! Lots of photos. Made tougher by the fact that I can only upload 10 at a time. The total count was 207 photos.

Anyhow.......I have decided to let Dave do my blogging for me tonight. Check out the link below for a good laugh. I cannot believe that Nick Cage actually has done this. I want to believe it is just another Hollywood publicity ploy. Sort of like Michael Jackson's marriage to Lisa Marie Presley, or David Copperfields marriage to Claudia Schiffer (I think the magic was that he made her taste in men disappear).

LONG LIVE KAL-EL CAGE!

33 years and one half day old

Yesterday was my 33rd birthday. I spent a fantstic weekend with some of the great freinds that I have made here in N.C. and one freind from up North.Partied like it was 1999 (will someone please give me a new term since that Prince song is now waaaaaaay out of date?). My calve muscles actually hurt from what seemed to be two straight nights of dancing in the beach house we were staying in.

I will post the pics as soon as I get them from the various culprits involved. Thanks to all the ones who called me, or emailed and helped make my birthday a special one.