Blanket juggling

Don't ask me why but we don't have a king sized blanket for our king sized bed.  Instead we have two twin blankets.   One for each of us.  Now in our sleep the wife and I both have our stange little habits (teeth grinding, talking, snoring, wandering hands and humping) but this is new.  Blanket juggling.  During the night Helen will get over warm and kick her blanket to the bottom of the bed.  After a few hours she gets cold again so she takes mine.  I get cold and grab the one at the bottom of the bed.  After awhile she gets hot and kicks her new blanket to the bottom of the bed and so on and so on ad infinitum.

The greatest chocolate in the world

While in Vancouver BC Canbada we found, I kid you not, the greatest chocolate in the world.  It's a little chocolate shop called Mink. 

Helen's birthday is the 5th so I had a box of dark chocolate bars shipped to her.  Now I begin to realize how I might have shot myself in the foot.
What happens when we finish this box?  Do we have to go back to the 2nd or 3rd greatest chocolate in the world?  Can we?  Or do I have to start a chocolate import business?
So I guess my advice to you is never eat this chocolate.  Never know the joy that it brings.  For only in that way will you avoid the terror at not having it.

Good advice but maybe not for me

So y'all know how I've been trying to get other companies to produce Spider Baby.  Terrance Zdunich got his horror rock piece (Repo the genetic opera) from stage to screen so I went to him for advice.  How to take the Baby to the next level, how to get more people to see it.
His advice was pretty simple.  Do it all myself.  Take it to LA myself.  Produce and direct it.  But beyond that.  Take it to Toronto, take it to New York.  His argument is that if I let other people do the show than they will dillute my vision.  His argument was that no one will ever love it as much as I do so I should champion the cause.
There's a lot of wisdom to his advice.  A group in Brookings Oregon did the show and to say it wasn't very good would be too nice.  But here's the big problem.  Take anything you might have to do to produce a play and add the phrase "I have to drive two hours to LA" to the start of it.  I have to drive two hours to LA and look at theatres.  I have to drive two hours to LA and audition a cast.  I have to drive two hours to LA and go to rehearsal.  On and on etc. etc. ad infinitum ahmen.
Yes I care about the show but...I'm 38.  I'm a little too old now to spend 2 months on someones couch.  Also there's the fact that we nearly ruined our marriage from gettting too involved with outside things.  I can't tell Helen not to jump into the deep end of politics again if I'm going to LA to try and be a director.
I have to figure out a way to do this and not put my marriage in jeapordy.  Or Wheel of Fortune.  Get it?  Because they're both game shows.

I sicken myself.

Funny stories from British TV

Back in the 80's there was a show called Blake's 7.  It wasn't all that original basically just Robin Hood in space.  But it was wildly popular.  After awhile the star of the show Gareth Thomas went to his bosses and said "I would like more money, script approval and a chance to direct.  I am the star of this show.  My characters name is in the title.  You need me.  Give me what I want or I walk."

The BBCs reply.  "Don't let the door knob hit you where the good lord split you."  And so the show Blake's 7 continued on without Blake.  And became better and more popular.

An informed voter

Actual quote from a man I met whilst in Oildale.

"Here's my thoughts on the whole election.  Palin had 5 kids and managed to keep that great body.  Cindy McCain has tons of money and a brewery.  So you go on and support Obama.  I'm gonna go with the Tits, Money and Beer."

Ahhh the Ron Carrington argument.  Classic .