Month: April 2005

Stan Lee gets his Due

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Cartoonist Lee Reaches Deal With MarvelI don’t have many personal heros. I’m pretty much over the whole idea of hero worship.Maybe a few musicians.

Cartoonist Lee Reaches Deal With Marvel

I don’t have many personal heros. I’m pretty much over the whole idea of hero worship.

Maybe a few musicians. That’s about it.

And Stan Lee.

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…but nobody’s home

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Thanks to the lovely and talented Miz Lemay by adding mirth to my morning:A guy goes to the doctor…. You need a psychiatrist.””I was on the way to the psychiatrist,” says the guy.

Thanks to the lovely and talented Miz Lemay by adding mirth to my morning:

A guy goes to the doctor. “Doctor,” he says. “I need your help. I think I’m a moth.”

“I can’t help you, ” says the doctor. “I’m just a general practitioner. You need a psychiatrist.”

“I was on the way to the psychiatrist,” says the guy. “But then I saw your light was on.”

Promise to Myself

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Once again, I read Buck Daruma’s journal, and he makes me see myself…. Not email, not blog entries, not stuff that has to be good or that has to be for publishing.Just write.

Once again, I read Buck Daruma’s journal, and he makes me see myself.

So here’s a promise I make myself — every day, starting today, I will write. Not email, not blog entries, not stuff that has to be good or that has to be for publishing.

Just write. Just fucking write.

I need to do it. I’ve stopped writing completely. The last thing I finished was my Bad Santa story, and before that, almost nothing for months. I stop when I don’t have ideas that are good enough, when I don’t feel completely inspired.

I keep waiting for a bolt of of the blue, and it’s not coming. I just need to get down and get my hands dirty.

So. Every day. Even if it’s thrown away. Even if it’s only a paragraph. Even if it’s crap and I hate it.

I must do it. I must.

Laugh at the weather gods

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Ok, so last weekend I took the top off my jeep. I know what this means.

Ok, so last weekend I took the top off my jeep.

I know what this means. Every time I take it off early, in April, the rains come back soon as the top’s off.

Every. Damned. Time.

I did it anyway.

So then today I added a scoff; I rode my bike and talked about how nice a day it was. So of course, it’s about to rain and me without my foul-weather riding gear.

Remind me next year, ok? Top on until may.

Who’s with me?

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I rode to work this morning on my big green Triumph, and had the best morning I’ve had in a couple of weeks. Coffee in my veins, sunshine and the smell of spring, almost summer.

It’s too fucking nice today in sunny Silicon Valley to be at work. My third-floor office (Yes, office, I’m no cubical-dweller) window mocks me with this fact.

I rode to work this morning on my big green Triumph, and had the best morning I’ve had in a couple of weeks. Coffee in my veins, sunshine and the smell of spring, almost summer.

Oh, to keep going. I took the long way to work just because it’s so nice, so beautiful. I wanted to keep going, just ride, just go and go. Ride west, to the sea, and then turn south.

Or find some tramp steamer, ride aboard, work my way across the ocean, and ride off someplace with palm trees and warm beaches.

The horizon calls me. The road calls me.

Go.

Who’s with me?