“It’s not fair,” Juliet muttered, walking alongside Elesik. “What happened to Bel Arcana, I mean.”
Elesik shrugged and thought of his beloved Chapel’s destruction.
“God didn’t promise us fair. He only promised us a chance,” was his reply.
First, I helped my sister move into her sweet new digs. Then we ate Chipotle for lunch.
Then I went to the bookstore. It was my birthday, so I did not hold back.
Lastly, I had an amazing dinner with my family followed by (chocolate!) cake.
A great 25th Birthday!
When it comes right down to a list of people that make the world infinitely more acceptable than it would otherwise be in their absence, I’m pretty damned sure that my name is somewhere near the top. On August 3rd, 1988 little adorable me was born. I don’t profess that I’ve always known what I was doing—indeed, I hardly ever know what I’m doing—but I’ve certainly tried my best at it anyways.
I wish I had more of a speech planned, more of an epic post that ponders the meaning of life and my progressive advancement through it. With twenty five years of existence to my name, I’ve assembled a trove of borderline narcissistic views on the world tempered to perfection by my idiosyncratic sarcasm. I would dispense with my bounty of sage wisdom but it really boils down to this:
Do more of what you love and survive everything else as best as you can.
Too few of us are lucky (or rich) enough to merge what we love with what we do. Some of us love photography and flip burger patties for a living. Some of us love writing and work retail. Whatever it is that you love to do in the world, be it writing or reading or photographing or running or jumping, do more of it. As far as advice goes, it sounds simple enough but the reality is that it’s really freaking hard. If you manage to do that, if you turn down the volume of the white noise despite being unable to tune it out completely—the world becomes amazingly more bearable.
I think 25 years on this Earth has, at the very least, managed to impart that lesson. What 25 years hasn’t imparted upon me is a mature visage—some lady straight up told me that I look like a teenager the other day; which is a weird problem to have and therefore, as is right and rational with all weird problems, it must be mine.
Since I’m not above saying to myself: happy birthday to me! Though, the real gift has been to mankind for these past 25 years. What would you all have done with me?
And the obvious answer there is nothing.
I don’t think I’ve ever ever despised something with as much vitriol as i utterly hate running. Looking back, though, I can’t help but think that this was bound to happen. As soon as I started going back to the gym regularly I got to thinking—you know, that other thing I do besides sweating while I’m on a freaking treadmill—and I asked myself, how many miles have I actually run? How many combined calories is that? Am I getting better or worse at this monstrous, abominable activity?
And there are times when, despite my affinity for technology, I’m not particularly intelligent about it. I discovered this week that Nike+ has a running app for the iPhone that stands alone and doesn’t require a shoe sensor. I was surprised and delighted because I hate spending money and, accordingly, love free things! I loaded up the app and went for a run on Wednesday, which was agony because I’m awful at running outdoors and horrifyingly out of shape, but it was really really cool to see my route and assorted information.
One of the more courageous features of the app is that it invites you to set challenges for yourself, and to invite others to participate in those challenges with you. I set a semi-realistic goal of 50 miles by the end of August. I see it like this: I already go to the gym 3 times a week and run, on average, 2.4 miles on each visit, so my ability to output miles is there. I need to complete, on average, 1.6 miles a day or 3.3 across 15. I honestly think I can accomplish that, so I set it as my goal.
That being said, I’m not just blindly charging into this one. Runners World has a great 8 week training guide that I’ve been working with to build endurance (and no, I’m not remotely interested in running an actual marathon), but the sore spot in the real world is that I need a good way of tracking my time without glancing at my watch/phone. That’s my number one complaint with the Nike+ app: it doesn’t allow you to set interval timers for those of us who need to build that endurance.
I downloaded IntervalTimer to compliment the Nike+ app; I plan to put it to use for the first time tomorrow. I’m going to revisit my original route by Lake Hodges, where I posted an abysmal 12’57” average (though my best was 10:04 mile, which is only a smidgen more than 9’50” mile from early July) and see if I can’t make some modest improvements.
50 Miles seems within reach, all things considered. I have 4 down, 46 to go. I’m all decked out and ready to run—if begrudgingly. If you have Nike+ and want to add me as a friend or just want to keep tabs on my progress, feel free to visit my Nike+ page. Otherwise, check back here throughout the month for periodic reports on my status.
Here’s to a challenging month!
Daily Prompt: Origin Story
Why did you start your blog? Is that still why you blog, or has your site gone in a different direction than you’d planned?
My answer is after the jump.
I’m becoming quite fond of Photo A Day posts. So easy. So relaxing.
Add this one to the ever-growing list of strange but not necessarily unpleasant birthday stories—
This year I’m turning 25. A quarter of a century.
In the same year that I was born, way back in 1988, the Winter Olympics were held in Canada (which likely explains at least part of my affection for all things Canadian, eh?). The first McDonalds to ever open in a Communist country opened in Yugoslavia. And Mehran Karimi Nasseri began his 17 year long stay in Charles du Galle Airport in Paris.
I’ve noticed that one of those cliched truths that your parents espouse about growing up is, shockingly, true. They said that family will always be the most important thing in my life. They said to always stick together. They said be nicer to my brother. All these things they said, which were easily dismissed when I was 16-21 and happy to be doing my own thing, were completely true as I move further and further into “real” adulthood.
I have a huge, hilarious group of siblings. I refer to them at work and outside the family circle as “my clan of siblings,” because there’s 5 of them (and there’ll officially be 6 once my sister gets married, because my pending brother-in-law has been around so long that he’s practically got tenure) and that’s not counting boyfriends/girlfriends/significant others, current or future.
So my birthday is August 3rd and my future brother-in-law’s is July 31. We’re both rabid fans of the Barona Resort & Casino buffet and me, being the brilliant guy I am, suggests that me, him, and my sister truck out there for a delicious, if extremely fattening, birthday buffet night. See, I can share like a good boy…
While we’re discussing this my other sister asks if she can come too, a little indignantly, because there we were planning this elaborate dinner scheme in front of her without inviting her. Poor form on our part, I confess, but two sisters and one fiancé are on board with the Birthday Buffet at this point so attendance is shaping up nicely. I call my brother and ask if wants to come too. Brother says no, he has work, and I don’t really push it and leave it at that because I was a poor college student once too.
This morning, I’m at work, and my phone angrily explodes with activity. I’ve missed three texts and one call from my youngest sister—who’s pissy because I didn’t invite her on the Birthday Buffet excursion. I cover my ass by saying that I thought she was out of town (that’s what my parents told me) and, of course, invite her along too. The more the merrier, right? She not-so-suavely fishes for an invitation for her boyfriend, which I don’t have a problem with, and they’re set.
So at this point I’m up three sisters, one boyfriend, and one future brother-in-law that I’m sharing this Birthday Buffet with, so this is a pretty good group already.
Sometime after lunch my phone goes off again. It’s my brother asking if we can go somewhere else because Barona is expensive. I offer to pay for him because I’m nothing if not my siblings’ piggy bank and he, unsurprisingly, is in. 6:30 pm rolls around and I’m done at work—I call my sister because they’re all meeting in San Diego and leaving from there while I drive down from Carlsbad. My sister answers and promptly informs me that we’ve also picked up my youngest brother, who is 8 and the life of any party, and that he will be accompanying us to the Birthday Buffet Extravaganza.
If you’re having trouble keeping count, here’s the final tally: three sisters, one boyfriend, one future-brother-in-law (who I’m sharing this Birthday Buffet Extravaganza with, mind you), and two brothers (one of whom is 8 and, I’m not ashamed to admit this, is totally my favorite).
If there is a God, then I’m pretty sure that he’s ashamed by the things we did at that buffet. I mean we were just indecent at certain points. Maybe it was the gluttony? I had two entrees and three deserts. Maybe it was using the Lord’s name in vain? My sister shouted “Walk with Jesus!” at me as I headed for the desert stand. Maybe it was lust? Our waitress actually trotted out a pitcher of Diet Coke for us.
In the end, we won’t know for sure exactly how disappointed God was this evening until we die—which could very well be tonight, given how clogged our arteries must be. I don’t regret a minute of it and, for what started out as a three person excursion that expanded into a group of my favorite people on Earth, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Happy Birthday…to me…and also to Steven, I guess…
Taylor and Steven, David, Alex, Amanda and Daniel, and Logan…you’re my favorite human beings in the history of my life. Thanks for a great 25th birthday!
1 San Diego, CA. ANTONYMS Oakland, Dallas, Tallahassee, Oakland.
2 To currently live in San Diego, CA. ANTONYMS currently living anywhere BUT San Diego, CA.
When I think of the annual popular arts phenomenon that sweeps into the heart of Downtown San Diego, CA every year in late July I often experience an absolute bevy of emotions. That’s right, you heard me—a bevy. Going to Comic Con (for us ritualists who defy the odds and manage get in every freaking year) is a breathtaking, nerve-wracking, oft infuriating event that, despite the abuse it heaps upon us, leaves us wanting for more. After discussing it with a friend, we concluded that being a regular Comic Con attendee is like being a bad relationship of hopeless, and utter, dependence. Conversations about the lines (and the infamous Hall H ‘eyeball + pencil = tragedy’ event that was 2011) and subpar programming are rife and oppressive, but I’ll try to be level-headed in my reflection.
Which, incidentally, is remarkably positive this year. Looking back, I went into this year very excited but also reserved; the sheer hassle of the event had stripped it of its appeal in recent years. I should also note that going into Comic Con 2013 I was one very sick boy and, incidentally, that forced me to really conserve strength and to leave when I started to feel exhausted and not three or four hours after the fatigue set in. That prevented burn-out in the first two days which, in the long run, helped me enjoy the event that much more. So let’s talk Con!
Wednesday July 17
Preview night was straightforward but, oh Dear Sweet God, was traffic a nightmare. Ultimately, I only spent about an hour and a half at Preview Night because the 8 and the 5 freeways were such awful messes. Still, it was nice to think that I was cruising the floor on the emptiest possible night but it felt like there were WAY more people at Preview Night 2013 than in previous years. I honestly think they’re selling more 4 Day + Preview night badges now than they ever have in the past because that’s what it looked like on the ground. But, as is the case with most things, I can’t know for sure.
Thursday July 18
I didn’t do anything on Thursday. None of the programming struck me as particularly fascinating so I got there around 1pm and left around 3pm or so because, again, I was not feeling well. I credit Thursday with really forcing me to rest and recover because on Friday…
Friday July 19
…I totally overslept. I mean, I only overslept by like a half hour but that meant leaving at 7:30 which put me at the convention center by 9:00 and at that point the line for the panel that I wanted to get into with a passion—THE LEGEND OF KORRA—was crazy long. I gave up hope of getting in and walked the line, just to see how long it was when a friend from work flagged me down and singlehandedly salvaged my day. KORRA is Nickelodeon’s sequel to it’s animated smash hit AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER, but KORRA wrapped up season one before last year’s Comic Con—which meant that I, as a fan, had been deprived of Korra for more than a year! During the cast and crew Q&A panel the show-runners Bryan Konietzko and Michael Dante DiMartino showed us an awesome trailer for Book Two: Spirits.
…and then they aired the whole premier.
At which point I promptly pooped my pants.
So the actual panel was relatively brief, having ceded nearly all their time to the premier, which was indescribably awesome.
Skipping past the BONES panel (which didn’t interest me at all) we came to the next big event Marvel’s AGENTS OF SHIELD. Now, I’ve been broadly following the development of this show and, as a big fan of Marvel’s THE AVENGERS I was excited to see Joss Whedon promote the new television show, since his TV chops are well-establish by now after BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER, ANGEL, FIREFLY, and DOLLHOUSE.
Whedon trots the whole cast out, everyone (me, too) freaks the eff out for Clark Gregg (#coulsonlives) and then they start taking questions. Second question is a lady who asks about seeing a clip or a trailer. Whedon sagely blames Disney, saying that the lawyers won’t let them show a clip or even a trailer. Everyone boos because, if there’s one thing we nerds understand, it is the indomitable evil that is the Walt Disney Company. Backpedaling, Whedon clarifies, “We can’t show you a clip. So we’re gonna show the whole premier.”
Cue the explosive applause, which sounded much more like a bomb going off, and then they showed the whole 40 minute first episode of AGENTS OF SHIELD. I thought it was brilliant—I recommend that you check it out when it hits Sept 24 on ABC. Of course, we went bananas for it and subsequently showered our adoration upon Whedon and the cast but that, for me at least, wrapped up Friday.
Saturday July 21
Oh, boy. By Saturday I was feeling great and I chose to celebrate my renewed health in the most sane way possible: by leaving home at 4am with the foolish notion of getting into the Hall H line for the Marvel panel at the end of the day. I was at the Convention Center by 5:20am but the line, if you’re familiar with the area, wrapped behind the convention center and went as far as the marina. That, in the vernacular, meant that I was not getting in. Knowing that, I jumped ship to the Ballroom 20 line where I perched myself expectantly.
The morning’s first panel was ONCE UPON A TIME IN WONDERLAND, a spin-off of the wildly popular ONCE UPON A TIME that debuted in 2011. Edward Kitsis and Adam Horowitz, the creators and runners of both shows, mentioned that what they eventually showed to us of WONDERLAND was a rough cut but—and I preface this with an acknowledgment of slackened expectations—it wasn’t really all that good. None of the characters were particularly well-acted and the CG seemed over the top and this is tough for me to say, since I’m a fan of the original ONCE UPON A TIME.
Afterwards was the panel for the original ONCE UPON A TIME, a tactic intended to market the new show to us veteran fans of the first one. ONCE UPON A TIME had an incredibly strong debut in its first season but has really floundered in season 2, eventually straggling along for a stronger ending. With season 3 less than two months away, they had an uphill battle to prove to us that the excursion to Wonderland to save Henry will be worth our time. Kitsis and Horowtiz made mention that filming started this week, and that when the show debuts it will air 10 episodes without interruption in the fall with the remaining episodes airing uninterrupted in the spring. LOST, a show that Kitsis and Horowitz both worked on and that continues to exert massive influence over their newest creations, experimented with a similar concept by airing seasons 4, 5, and 6 uninterrupted in their respective Spring time-slots.
Afterwards, we transitioned to the FUTURAMA panel. Futurama was cancelled by Comedy Central—something that I’m incredibly sore about. THE SIMPSONS is 25 seasons old, not super funny, and yet still on the air. Futurama is ending its 9th and final season, still funny and relevant, but getting canned. Still, the show’s runners David X. Cohen and Matt Groening poked good fun and made it a panel to remember with drawing contests and airing part of the series finale: Fry is falling to his death, and has a time-reverse button that takes him exactly 10 seconds into the past—right after he made the fateful jump. Brilliant, poignant, and hilarious; exactly how FUTURAMA should end.
Then there was THE SIMPSONS panel immediately after; none of the voice actors showed because, let’s face it, the show is 25 years old and they don’t have to try anymore. Groening was up there with Al Jean and confirmed a Simpsons/Family Guy crossover among other things.
Skipping ahead to the FAMILY GUY panel, which is always good fun—Seth MacFarlane was off filming his new movie but most of the cast (sans Mila Kunis) was there. What’s always hilarious about this panel is that Alex Borstein and Seth Green, who are fully aware each year that there’s a sign-language translator in the Accessibility area of the crowd, persisted to spew out the most disgusting terms in an effort to fluster the translators. It’s hilarious but not something I can really repeat here, but, you know, YouTube it.
Succeeding the FAMILY GUY panel was the AMERICAN DAD panel which was less of an affair than its big brother panel given what I assume is the state of tumult the show is in. AMERICAN DAD was quietly cancelled by FOX and will finish the already completed tenth season on FOX but, and this struck me as bizarre, it has been picked up by TBS. Movements of this kind usually indicate that a show is in its death throes, and I hope this isn’t the case because I LOVE American Dad and find it superior to FAMILY GUY in every way, but I’m worried for the show’s future. THE CLEVELAND SHOW was also quietly cancelled but its lukewarm performance and reception has kept it dead.
The end of the FAMILY GUY panel also meant a big break in my day. From there on out I was free to wander the floor of the convention hall, and below are an assortment of photos.
The floor was packed; simply pulsing with humanity.
Also present were neat products and models.
The POWER RANGERS franchise is celebrating 20 years of childhood amazingness.
At 7:30, as something of a Comic Con tradition, I closed out my Con weekend by attending Kevin Smith‘s panel in Hall H. Smith is a strikingly genuine filmmaker who has devoted a better part of the last few years to advocating and supporting new and upcoming filmmakers. Always uproarious and often pensive, Kevin does a great job of balancing humor with real-world experiences. Beyond that, I can’t remember much because I was…so…very…tired… Nevertheless, he’s a brilliant guy and the crowd for his panel seemed noticeably healthier this year than in years passed.
Afterwards, I made the victorious journey home. Comic Con 2013 was an success! Great shows, great panels, great sneak peeks at the upcoming television season! This event really shines when it honors the nerds, the geeks, and the hopeless many who congregate and preach their favorite popular arts phenomenons—and that is exactly what happened this year.
I’m ready to start planning for the Con 2014—if I can get tickets, that is.
It has been a long time coming but I’m ecstatic to finally unveil the next major revision to my novel SOMEONE TO REMEMBER ME. In my rush to meet my self-imposed publishing deadline last year I left a healthy amount of content on the cutting-room floor. I felt that, given the flexible nature of an ebook, I could always add new content if and when the time came. After months of intense revisions to content that was forcibly omitted, I’m preparing the Anniversary Edition (henceforth known as the AE) for release later this year.
No essay today, just a photo.