My 8 year old son competed in a very stuffy and packed Tae Kwan Do tourney on Saturday. He took second place in forms. I won't trouble you with the details, but he had to do a routine and it wound up in front of about 200 people. Each contestant is supposed to identifiy themselves, their school and what they are about to perform to a judging panel of 3. To untentionally make matters worse, my x and I were standing right behind the judges. The little man never noticed. He looked the lead judge right in the eye, said his piece and threw down.

I couldn't help but be impressed. He had more focus at 8 than I think I have now. I was able to savor an unexpected ticket to the Goo Goo Dolls show that much more.

In other news, I think I have to add Cobblestone to the list of places drink worthy. I dunno if it was the sunshine, the need to feed my ego a
cold one, but there was something restoritive about having a couple beers after the festivites at the arena.

No shame in getting shot down, I would have hated myself for not trying.

In other news, my boss ( a lovely woman) is having breakfast with her soon to be boss after Adelphia gets peddled at the end of July. I have reason to believe that I might come up in conversation. Apparently they like my ad work.

Here's hoping......

can sometimes cure what ails you, at least temporarily. Pay day permitted to indulge in new ones from The Flaming Lips, the Goo Goo Dolls, Neil Young and the folkie album from Springsteen. All are suprisingly worthwhile.

My cd changer is once again a very schizophrenic device, yet happily so. Nothing like some fresh tunes to assist your outlook.

Spot the Monkey!

In the spirit of all those peeps who haven't been getting any, I actually asked somebody out. Actually, I asked her answering machine out for drinks and am still sitting here waiting for some indication that the answering machine was good enough to pass along the message. Been two days, so I don't think the machine was impressed.

This was somebody who I thought we were getting along with through our mutual work at the Sabres games. She sort of hinted that I should join her for drinks at some point. During a promotion that I was working on for the premiere of the Sopranos, I had to sport a Sopranos Hockey jersey. She saw this and wanted one. Me, being a sucker for bright eyes and a killer smile, found one out and she gave me a clench worthy of "the war is over" Life magazine covers which did wonders for my self esteem. Being accosted in front of any number of prying eyes is funny like that. She followed up with a thank you card with some lottery tickets inside. One was a winner for $20.00. I called her up to say thanks and stumbled through an invite to come drink the winnings at cobblestone.

So far, no response. Do I call again? or is that too much like creepy stalker guy? If it's a polite, no thanks, I can take it. My ego has withstood similar assaults and here I stand.

Like George Carlin says, you got to "take a fucking chance."

Just wished I had something to show for it.

This is fun