20 Year Class Reunion Redux

Redneck Reunion
Well it’s all over but the mopping up; the 20th anniversary reunion of the Riverdale Senior High School Class of 1985 is safely behind me and I can look forward to at least another decade of living for bigger and better things. As I sailed out of the luxurious Airport Hilton back to my car, a loosely organized, marginally interesting, group of mullet-coiffed thoughts crowded for first place on the stage of my instant replay memory machine. More than anything, I realized my dream of some sort of perspective-inducing cinematic high school reunion (ala John Cusack) was ridiculously out of reach. The best and the worst of the night were mere bullet items…
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20 Year Class Reunion

For the past three or four months I’ve been getting emails reminding me of the approach of my 20th High School reunion, something I’m ambivalent about attending. While I appreciate the importance of the nostalgia attached to reuniting with kids from grade school, the ever-increasing onslaught of pre-reunion emails from the diligent planning committee are beginning to wear on my nerves. For instance, today I received a 20 item questionnaire that I’m supposed to fill out and send back to the organizing committee. I found myself writing down answers that I would love to send in if only I had the nerve. Thank goodness I have my own website.
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JD’s Samurai Sword

This past Thursday I dropped by JD Taylor’s Cinco de Mayo birthday party, which his girlfriend (Producer Linda Burns) has turned into an Atlanta film community tradition in seven short years. The chilly weather and the threat of rain kept the attendance down to around a hundred people, and I have to say that a lot of the old-timers weren’t there this year. I’d been chatting with hotty/writer/director Lynn Lamousin for a few minutes when the birthday boy himself cruised past us. I stepped away from Lynn long enough to hand JD something he’d left with me on Labor Day weekend of last year: a black-lacquer display stand for a Samurai sword. He stared at it for a beat, grinned and gave me that “pretty funny, wiseass” look that I get so often.
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Computer Playset

Computer Playset BoxI was doing some spring cleaning today and ran across this awesome “Computer Play Set for 11.5″ Fashion Dolls” and thought I ought to post it to the site for all you true computer nerds to drool over. Heck, if Intel’s willing to pay US$10,000 for a dumb old computer magazine maybe there’s a rich dot-com billionaire out there willing to drop some decent cash on this little gem.
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A Young Man’s Fancy Radio Turns Against Him

If I’m not mistaken it was Alfred, Lord Tennisball, who so famously wrote: “In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love”. What Sir Alfie Tennisbaum didn’t know was that in the part of the country I come from, the unsophisticated blue collar south side of Atlanta, those thoughts of love are enhanced by a bitching car stereo.
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Little Wooden Radio

Little Wooden Radio
You know, I sometimes wonder why I’ve stayed in the film business. Sure, the money’s good and the glamour of saying that you work “in the movies” is an ego-trip, but as I’ve gotten older I’ve started looking for something more; some affirmation that this hasn’t just been a big thirteen year lark. Finishing my first screenplay last year seemed like a move in the right direction, but it still didn’t seem like that SIGN that I’d been looking for; it wasn’t that great big blinking billboard that said “You’re Doing The Right Thing Kid, Keep Up The Good Work”. I finally came to grips with the fact that I might never receive a heavenly sign. But that was before last week; before the little wooden radio.
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My Biggest Mis-Steak

Sharing Albums on Facebook

As anyone in his or her right mind knows, Saturday television is for watching cooking shows on PBS. My longtime favorite has been Martin Yan’s show “Yan Can Cook”. He’s entertaining, well-prepared and obviously loves to cook. Before Martin Yan, my favorite TV cook was the legendary Cajun chef Justin Wilson. Who cared what he was cooking, it was just fun to hear him talk. Maybe all the best chefs have funny accents.
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Following Yonder Cow

We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts, we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder Star

Okay, none of us were Kings and in no way could we be confused for people of Asiatic heritage. The only things of value we had with us were a couple of pairs of binoculars and an old maroon Dodge Aspen. The field was a pasture, the fountain was a fishpond and I suppose you could call the hill we camped on a mountain if you were prone to exaggeration. We weren’t following yonder star so much as trying to find a really dark place to get a better look at it.

And it wasn’t even a star, it was a comet; Halley’s Comet to be precise.
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Old Christmas Tree, How Plastic Art Thou Branches

Plastic and Steel Can Still Mean Love

I set up our Christmas Tree on Wednesday!

Now this isn’t just any old tree I’m talking about. This thing is on the way to becoming an antique; it’s over 30 years old this year and of course it’s artificial. All of you live (dead) tree junkies just shut up and keep reading, this thing is really keen….
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