yakface speaketh!

Merry Christ-kwanz-chaka everybody! I hope everyone is enjoying their completely non-denominational time off from their work and/or school. I think it’s what god would want if he existed besides blessing our currency.

For Christmas, I’m leaving this dreary snow-filled state and heading. . .wait. That doesn’t work. Ok, I’m leaving our 80-degree in the winter, sunshine filled paradise to go visit another 80-degree sunshine filled paradise. Namely Florida; home of swamps, hurricanes and slightly different theme parks.

I’m meeting all my immediate family there, including my sister Suzie flying in from Italy. Should be fun. Apparently, most of my relatives who have lived in Florida their whole lives are packing up and moving out of state. In a way, this is the last chance to bask in all my childhood memories of visiting Florida during the summertimes of my youth.

One visit there I had the privelage of sitting through hurricane Andrew, and let me tell you all something:  For my money, I’ll take a good old earthquake any day of the week over any other natural disaster out there.

Having to sit there, watch the news, board up the windows and fret about what was going to happen (all while knowing that if the Hurricane decides to pick up a tree and throw it through the house, no amount of plywood on the windows is going to help) is the absolute pits.

Tornadoes you get those damn storm warnings and you have to go huddle in your basement. Floods and blizzards last a long, long time.

Earthquakes on the other hand are over before they start, there is (thankfully) no warning system; they just hit. You’re either taken out by something collapsing on you or you’re perfectly fine, sucking away on your juice box.

In fact, I think the saddest day in the world’s history (okay maybe that’s pushing it) will be the day humans are able to predict earthquakes reliably. I can already imagine the idiotic news coverage and the truckloads of petrified people jamming up the freeways desperately trying to get out of the city.

No thank you sir. I’ll sit back, turn on a video game and take my chances.

So what do I want for Christmas?  Hmmm. . .I’ll be asking Santa for a mysterious fire in the Earthquake detection labs. That and no Hurricane while I’m in the Orange Juice state.

Best wishes, and see you all next year.

I like our Governator. He makes me laugh, and that is about the best I can ever hope for from a politician.

You see, I am completely disenfranchised when it comes to our government. Although I feel like they do a moderately successful job at keeping the nation from spontaneously exploding into a giant dust cloud, beyond that I simply don’t see any changes/improvements regardless of whom is in office.

Democrats/Republicans, who cares? In my entire life, no changing of power from one party to the other or from one politician to the other has had a direct tangible impact on my life. At least that is how it feels to me.

But with Ah-nold, he cracks me up. Just the fact that the man running our state cannot properly pronounce it’s name is downright hilarious. In fact, I would like to forward a proposition that all future governor hopefulls for the state of Cah-lee-forn-yah must have starred in a television show or feature film to be eligible canidates.

What better way to promote our state as the entertainment capital of the world then to always have a star as our leader?

Imagine how our economy will finally turn around when Antonio Banderas takes over. . .perhaps the special interests would love Raymond (television’s Ray Ramano)?

Look for that exciting prop on the next ballot and be sure to vote yes.

But back to our noble leader. . .I never had any doubt he wouldn’t offer clemency to a death row inmate. In fact, Ah-nold is going down to the prison himself to perform the execution using only saw blades while hanging from his ankles.

It is unknown at this time whether the Governator will utter one of his famous finishing lines like "Steeck Ah-round" or "See you at the Partee Rictor".

It has been a few weeks since I’ve updated this here blog, and the reason is simple: when I don’t have to work late, I don’t get bored enough to actually come here and tickety-type away.

For the last couple blessed weeks, I’ve gotten out of work at around 8-9pm each night (and I start work each night at 5pm). Home in time to watch some TV, play a video game, paint a miniature, or mess around with final cut pro. This also means I get to sleep early enough to get up and go to the gym before work. Nice.

All in all, I absolutely love it when work slows down. But tonight someone decided to give Ron Howard a tribute, and now it has to be digitized. All of it, tonight. Lucky me.

But let’s not dwell on Opie.

I hope everyone had a great thanksgiving, mine went rather well. At the last second I decided to head home to San Jose for the holiday weekend and the trip was pretty much fantastic (except for getting a speeding ticket on 280 at the exact same place I got one when I was in High School).

I got to see nearly all of my San Jose friends (except for Todd, bummer). I think absolutely everyone is either engaged, married or has kids at this point. I feel like one of the kids on seasame street that doesn’t match.

But I digress, everyone seems to be happy and doing well, which is great. My dad recently completed (yet another) surgery and he seems to be recovering nicely.

I even got to eat some sort of turkey substitute made of fungus that tasted pretty darn good.

All in all, I am very greatful for great friends, family and health.