New Deserted Cartoon...

I'm back from London (more on that later). But big news is buddy Rob has a new Deserted cartoon. Brush up on your Shakespeare.

Friday, the day after the 12th ...

So I remember the sleepover I had for a birthday "party" many, many years ago. I couldn't have been more than 10. Four friends from the neighborhood and I snuck in late viewings of HBO while wrapped in our sleeping bags on the hardwood floor of my parents' living room in the "Jewel of the Forest," Jasper, Texas. The original "Friday the 13th was the last of several movies we watched that evening, and it was the one movie that gave me nightmares for months. Watching it now, it's slightly less scary than then. Actually, at times, it's a little bit funny. But those few sleepless nights, where I couldn't sleep because I swore I kept hearing in the "chh-chh-chh-chh-haa-haa" sound of the background music, continue to haunt me to this day ... well, sort of.

Happy Friday the 13.

This time you ride in the side car...

What a night. Tiny beer night at Tied House with friends (where the wife admitted her love for Christina Aguilera — yeooch). Then a lovely walk downtown before heading home. And now a late, sleepless night watching — grab your grease-paint mustaches — The Marx Bros.'s Duck Soup (one of my favorite movies that was not listed here in an earlier posting) and then listening to The Decemberists newest album "The Crane Wife*."

*Maggie, listen up.

Sharks patrol these waters ...

err ... this ICE.

Saturday the wife and I walked down to HP Pavilion, home of the NHL's San Jose Sharks, for the second home game of the season (against BC's favorite team nonetheless - the NY Islanders). It was Sarah's first-ever professional hockey game and just my second. Our seats ( you can see the view above ) were about as nose-bleed as you can get. But the action, even from what seemed like a county over, was quick and exciting. At least the action was quick and exciting for most of us. Sarah, a little impatient at 13 minutes and 58 seconds in the first period, said "Would somebody score already?!" And like magic, seven seconds later, the Sharks did. The season-ticket holders that were making fun of her just seconds earlier, invited her (and her Mojo) back to any home game in the near future.

Sharks win. Fun stuff.

This will be short...

but not as short as it could have been. I'm 32. Celebrated my birthday with slight fanfare. A quiet walk on the sand by the powerful Pacific Ocean as the sun set over the water. Later a drunken party at Tim's during which I couldn't even hold my own (with age comes less tolerance, I'm learning). And today, a quiet afternoon running errands with the wife.

Some may call that less than spectacular. For me being here today is the most spectacular event since my birth.