I've been TERMINATED!!!

as a sheltered kid, there were certain things i was barred from. smurfs, he-man, rambo, anything that occurred past 9pm,  pg13 and r rated movies, etc. being barred from these things only made me more curious. 

i found myself daydreaming about being rambo's sidekick. i frequently organized round table discussions about freddy kruger, just to hear what i was missing.  

all this to say that i finally satisfied a desire that laid dormant since the 1980's. i finally saw the Terminator. it was amazing! despite bad special effects, cheesy violence, and ostentatious one-liners, the story gripped me instantly. 

i can see how cyborgs sent back from a nuclear war torn future might be a little heavy for a 7 year-old, but for a 28 year-old man....just right!

my first published work!

i wrote an article about black tie dynasty and it was published!!!

here's the link:

lakewood-now.net

it's on the front page, but probably not for too long!

daniel

ANGRY DOG

in the past 8 days, i've eaten at the angry dog 3 times. i might be obsessed. i'm convinced it's impossible to put a better burger in front of me, than the one from the angry dog. if the demise of deep ellum ever reaches the dog, it will be a sad, sad day.

my brother in-law and i have had an ongoing debate for nearly a decade, and we both continue to hold strong to our opinions. of the songs "born to be wild" and "bad to the bone," we are debating which song is better. while "bad to the bone" is one of the greatest catch phrases of our time, "born to be wild" inspires a full body spaz-out consisting of a windmill air guitar solo followed by a feat of strength.

this is why i think "born to be wild" rules...

daniel

green room antics

sitting in the backstage musician chill-out zone talking about nothing. caste systems, illegal movie downloads, india, marriage, injustice, red light districts, and white people. more on this later.

sorry this post is kind of a mail-in...

my wife and i.

my wife and i, only seconds after being pronounce man and wife.

crooked necktie

last night julie, stephanie, justin, jesse and i went to natalie kriefels twenty third birthday party. it was only minutes after we began our descent into the bowels of rockwall, when a woman in a chevrolet suburban full of kids flipped us off in a most unsavory way. i'm sure we added fuel to her unexplained fire when we simply laughed it off as we pulled into the chick-fil-a drive-through. one thing was certain about last night: it was going to take a lot more than one redneck to derail our good time.

once we got to the party we ran into several old friends and had a great time catching up. i quickly shuffled over to the drink station, where i decided to pour whisky into my sweet tea. the first sip was like an epiphany... the ramshackle cocktail nobody thought would make it to the second gulp was delicious. i knew it needed a name, so i gathered our small group together to form a think-tank. 

justin's contribution was "cock a doodle tea," i came up with "texas joose," and stephanie, whose contributions were mostly names that censorship laws will not allow me to publish, came up the the winner: "crooked necktie."

so next time you belly up to a bar and the bartender assumes you're going to ask for a sarsaparilla, tell him you want an ice cold crooked necktie...he will probably have no idea what you are talking about.