fortune favors the living

People are confused about a new email in their inboxes announcing, among other things, that Mars will be closer than ever in recorded history in August 2006. But, although it contains a grain of truth, this email is a hoax.

Mars is too close to the sun for safe viewing by amateur astronomers this month. Mars is visible with difficulty after sunset for the first two weeks of the month before becoming lost in the glare of the sun by month's end.

Back in 2003, Mars was the closest to Earth than it was going to be in our life times. I was fortunate enough to be aware of this knowledge, and had the joy of staring into the night sky and looking at this huge red dot.

It's strange when you think about the things that you have been fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to witness in your lifetime. I was alive to see the Berlin wall fall. I was alive to see the Space Shuttle disaster (both), I was alive to see us reach Mars (with an unmanned probe), I was alive to see a comet strike a planet, I was alive to see Tupac, B.I.G., Jam Master Jay, Eazy-E, die untimely deaths and utterly change rap music in their demise (it hasn't been the same since), I've been alive to witness two official wars (and several unofficial ones), and was alive to see one of the greatest natural and unnatural disasters in human history.


You'd think that with all the interesting shit that happens in this world, we'd find better things to write about than a Lady in The Water, or what You, Me, and Dupree are up to, or the dealings of a Little Man. These movies are mind-numbingly... Well, mind-numbing. But I guess they appeal to the cannon foddered masses.

Personally I'm excited about the end of this month. My girlfriend is gonna stay with me before she heads off to school. It's cool to show someone something for the first time that you have been used to all your life. You get to see it through their eyes. I love you Sara, I'm fortunate enough to have you in my life.

My Brother's Best Friend...

Has been put to sleep today. Snoop was in his later years, and fell sick last night. Today my brother held his little guy in his arms as they injected him. He felt his heart beat fade to stillness. One moment here, the next, gone. For almost ten years my brother had Snoop, took him from a family, from what I understand, mistreated Snoop. That dog was loved by all of us, but for my brother, Snoop was; Is; his best friend.

We like to think of ourselves as an intelligent species, the only form of life that can show emotion. We're fools for thinking that. Snoop loved my brother. Missed him when he was away, looked for him when he was at home. Was with him when he met his future wife. Probably was in the room while he consummated his future child. Okay, I'm kidding on that one (at least I hope so). Snoop was one of the sweetest animals (human or otherwise), that I have ever met. And I'm overwhelmed with joy, to have the memories I have with that little dog. And I'm going to tell you the best one I have.

My brother and I were sitting in the living room at my folks house. My little cousin was 7 or 8 months old, just barely able to walk. Snoop sauntered over to us as he usually does, trying to sneak in a seat on the couch, cause he wasn't allowed. My little cousin was holding himself up next to the coffee table. He had his little shirt on, and diapers, just hanging out with us. When lo and behold, Snoop walks over to my cousin, awkwardly knocks him down on his hands and knees, and begins to hump away at my cousin. At first I thought the little guy fell. But when I saw Snoop attempt to hump my cousin (the kid was wearing diapers, and Snoops a little dog, so he really couldn't get on him), I couldn't for the life of me, move him off. I was to damn busy laughing so fucking hard. The look on my little cousin's face of, 'What?' My brother also laughing his ass off. And Snoop, looking forward, and I could swear I heard him say, "You don't love me, you just love my 'Doggy-Style'."

Thank you Snoop, for bringing us such joy in our lives. Rest easy little guy.

You Like Me, You Really Like Me...

Found out this weekend that people actually read my blog. Go figure. Now I almost feel obligated to actually put something on here meriting a good read.

Almost...

I get a partially decent idea, and I opt instead to ramble on about how I just watched Superman.

By the way, I just watched Superman. Holy Fucking Christ, it rocked.

Loved the film with every last fiber of my fanboy heart. I got choked up a couple of times, because I once again believed, a man can fly.

Do yourselves a favor, and watch a great flick.

Speaking of flicks. I've been completely over my cold for the last couple of days (fucking a week sick, what the fuck is that about?), so I'm back at the grind. I'm awaiting a phone call, a letter, a text message, a pager message (the old school numeric kind), hell a smoke signal from the people who are dishing out the grants. They'll let me know either way, but Daddy gotta make a movie this end of Summer. And that's coming up soon. In the meantime, still gonna be working on the Sci-fi flick, and looking for that lucky agent who's gonna represent me.

For those who've read this, keep on reading (and post a response if you want). I'll start talking about nudity. And not my own.