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I have one of those bathroom medicine cabinets that allows you to open it up and use that and the front mirror to get a full view of your entire head. I mean, you can see your sideburns, the line of your hair on your neck, your ears — you get the ultimate 3-D view of your skull.
I am extremely distraught that I felt the need to look.
The 2004 Weblog Awards are upon us yet again (although it’s the first year I’ve actually been around to see them happen).
What are they? A chance to nominate your favorite blogs in a huge list of categories (voting begins December 1st so you must nominate by then) which will then heap praise upon your favorite blog writers and give them the motivation to continue on in a process that is all at once singular, communicative and (the naysayers believe) a huge time-waster.
Check it out if there’s someone you’re currently reading that might enjoy being nominated so they can scream from the rooftops, “They like me!! They really like me!!”
He comes to me sometimes at night in my dreams.
Him and his doctor-activities as witnessed on the 80’s television show, St. Elsewhere, him and his floppy blonde hair as experienced in the movie A Mighty Wind. His obsession with the electric car, hydrogen powered vehicles and an environment that he’d be proud to leave as a legacy to the entire world.
Ed Begley, Jr. scares the bejesus out of me.
I’ve been telling people for years that the guy gives me the willies and people haven’t quite been able to put their finger on what it is about the Begley-ster that does so. But recently, I was going to see a movie here in Los Angeles and was with a friend who spotted him first and was very cautious in their revealing to me that my biggest real-life nightmare was standing behind me.
For as long as I can ever remember — going to the Mall has made me light-headed, dizzy and sick.
Sure, some could say that I am a guy and guys have not been genetically-enhanced with the genes that allow them to walk through a mall without becoming violently ill or somewhat-sickly. Sure, some could offer up that the reason for my light-headed dizzy thing is all psychological because I do not want to be there and do not want to have anything to do with the Mall itself. Others might suggest that it is the variety of smells (perfume, cookies, leather, pretzels, bath bombs, chinese food, suede and coffee) that causes such gag-inducing sickness.
It’s the name of a new TV show I have come up with.
I am a big fan of Law & Order and all the law and order-esque television shows that find their way into the Top 30 ratings on a weekly basis. People love shows where the law takes control and arrests the criminals and the lawyers get to fight their cases in front of a judge and jury.
But really, isn’t it getting a bit old already?
Words for My Enjoyment is the official blog of writer Paul Davidson. He lives in Los Angeles where, well, the magic happens.
