My Movie Career

I once was involved in a movie entitled "Call to Glory", about the Cubian missle crisis, starring one Craig T. Nelson. Unfortunately my ego and tempermental acting needs forced me to be fired before my scenes were complete. And the world has forever been struggling to find it's entertainment without me.



Any way I tell you this because ABC Family was playing "The Karate Kid" tonight with the beautiful Elizabeth Shue.

If I was play "6 Degree of Kevin Bacon." it would something like this.

1. Me and Elizabeth Shue in "Call to Glory"
2. Elizabeth Shue and Kevin Bacon in "Hallow Man"

I'm 2 degrees from Kevin Bacon. I know your jealous!!!

Here are some of Elizabeth's major work:

• HIDE AND SEEK (2005)
• HOLLOW MAN (2000)
• CITY OF ANGELS (1998)
• LEAVING LAS VEGAS (1995)
• HEART AND SOULS (1993)
• BACK TO THE FUTURE PART III (1990)
• BACK TO THE FUTURE PART II (1989)
• COCKTAIL (1988)
• ADVENTURES IN BABYSITTING (1987)
• THE KARATE KID (1984)

Texas Execution 8-22-2007

Yesterday Texas preformed it 400th execution since the state reinstituted the death penalty. This one was a little unusually though in that the punished was the Baltimore Orioles.
Sorry I guess that's kind of a bad joke. But seriously what an amazing record in a year of milestones.

French Fry Story

For some reason this childhood memory came to my mind this morning at work.
When my brothers and I were younger we had a couple of particular things we would do when eating French fries.
First, it was always a contest; actually everything was a contest, to see who had the biggest/longest fry. We would hold it up and set it aside as if were an ancient relic, or as if the federal government was going to come after it and put in a crate next to the Ark of the Covenant. Obviously curly fries were amazing because you could stretch one out over a foot sometimes. The sad thing is that the “long fry” could not be eaten until all potential contenders were eliminated, which sometimes resulted in eating a cold French fry.
Second we would take a drink of our beverage and say, ‘First I drink the gasoline.” Then we would hold up a fry and say, “Next we take the match.” Next we would swipe the tip of our fry in the pile of ketchup saying, “Then we light the match.” For the next we would swallow the “match”. And finally we would pretend that we blew up.
Now that I think about it, it’s kind of morbid and suicidal. We were strange kids.