Fan Cheers Gone Wrong

I lived in San Antonio for most of my life. The one thing that set SA apart from other cities in Texas was that even though there were at the time 1 million people there, most people couldn't afford to go see a professional sports team play. The Spurs at the time were a pretty cruddy team, therefore, the tickets were cheap by most standards. Now, they are almost a dynasty of sorts with 4 championships in 9 years. Now people REALLY can't afford to go see the Spurs .

While having a championship team, San Antonians have yet to live up to their newly found status of being a real competitor in the realm of supporting big city sports. Cities like Chicago and LA had slogans like "Threepeat" or "Repeat the Threepeat". The best SA could come up with was "Go Spurs Go". That's something you cheer with at your pee-wee football league games when you're not even really watching it. When they made the first round of playoffs, everyone had GSG on their cars and windows. I thought "couldn't we come up with something a lot more catchier/wittier?" Apparently not. GSG is alive and well. I guess it's such an easy thing to say and not much thought has to go into it that people will go out of their way to chant it in your face when you're trying to eat at E-Z's Bar and Grill. I think this slogan should've officially replaced GSG:

"Go For Four"...now that's a bit more what I'd cheer. I propose "Alive For Five" for next year. Anything other than GO SPURS GO!

Currently listening : Gloria Estefan - Greatest Hits By Gloria Estefan Release date: 03 November, 1992

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Bomb With The Boom Boom

"Don't Ask Don't Don't Tell" Me that the Pentagon has come to their senses finally about using Gay Power to fight our enemies?! Check it out:

If a gay bomb was dropped on me, I would hope at least I become a top in the resultant.

Currently listening : Boom Boom/Let It Out By Paul Lekakis Release date: 17 January, 2000

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Nelson The Wise (Guy)

Over the last few of weeks, I have been speaking my mind on acting and life in general with just about everybody. A lot of the stuff I am saying is actually really good viewpoints/advice that even I myself need to be listening to . I keep adding the disclaimer of "Even though I might be a hypocrite...". Perhaps it's a safety valve of sorts to keep my ego in check or a way sympathize with those having to listen to me blab away on these kinds of subjects. I want to relay the advice I'm giving vs. being perceived as someone who thinks he's so much better than everyone else. Here's a small list I've shared with others:

1. Ultimately, you are responsible for yourself off and onstage. You do your best when you do those things that make you happy and are in your best interest.
   
   
2. Operate out of a place of love and not fear. You'll end up having a much better time if you are doing things because you want to. If you're writing material to be performed onstage, write it because you believe in what that material brings instead of fearing you'll get cut from the show .
   
   
3. Listen to your emotions. They are the best indicator of where you're at. If you feel horrible doing something, figure out why you're doing it. What do you get out of it? What is the impetus for those actions?
   
   
4. Remember the reason why you started engaging in your activities. I started doing comedy, music, and acting because it was fun. I would continue doing it as long as I was having fun. If you get caught up in the drama/politics of the craft, you can easily lose sight of why you're doing it.
   
   
5. Repeat #1-4 (I had to have a #5 to make it look pretty )
   

When you're in need for more sage-like advice, let a brother know.

Currently listening : Adore By The Smashing Pumpkins Release date: 02 June, 1998

The King of Kong

I've been reading articles on this documentary "King of Kong". It speaks near and dear to the classic gamer in me.

With that said, it makes me question what the hell we're doing as gamers. Why is the sun like kryptonite to gamers? When do girls (or boys) become more important than playing Paper Mario 18 hours a day? Are the lives of gamers interesting enough to make an entire movie out of them?

Apperently, yes. I am probably going to see it at Piper's Alley when it comes out. I'll be there as a man who grips the joystick with a fistful of quarters!

Currently listening : Rage Against the Machine By Rage Against the Machine Release date: 10 November, 1992

GASP! COUGH! GAG! WoW!

Last night I went out with the cast of Gettin' Paid to Wells on Wells (WoW), an eating/drinking establishment directly across the street from Second City. I normally avoid going there when I am hungry, because I have yet to have a meal that goes well when I'm there. Yesterday was no different.

We elected to sit outside in their patio to people watch and enjoy the great summer weather. Along with a castmate, I order some real food trying something that I don't believe will give me heartburn nor will send me to the can 15 minutes immediately after I begin eating it . So, I ordered the Wells "Soon To Be Famous" Burger and and order of well-done fries. She orders a basket of fries and chicken fingers. So, we begin eating while discussing important matters like Conservatory ensemble politics, living in the city of Chicago, and whether or not half the women's breasts are real walking in and out of the bar.

After taking a bite of a french fry, she stops moving and a complete look of disgust on her face. She immediately takes a sip of her drink, and looks at me. She says, "Uhhg...that....french fry...tasted...like diarrhea." I was like, "Well, uhm that's weird. Maybe it was it mixed with your chicken strips or something." She was completely grossed out at this point. I then tried one of her french fries along with the ketchup it was in. It tasted fine. So, I told her to avoid the french fries and just go chicken strip crazy. The meal continued...

...until I bit into one of my own french fries. The taste of a barnyard-like smell covered my entire tongue and filled my nostrils with disgust! I immediately spat it out and rushed to take a swig of my drink. At this point, we had been rejoined by other castmastes who had ordered food and received it or had food on the way. In the middle of the ongoing conversation, I pointed at my french fry cohort and yelled, "OH MY GAWD! YOU ARE 100% RIGHT! I JUST GOT A FRENCH FRY THAT TASTED LIKE A BARNYARD!" Everyone stopped dead in their tracks at the table and I bust out laughing. I was gagging and exaggeratingly dry heaving at points. It takes a lot to gross me out when I'm eating (I've eaten a lot of gross things), but this actually psyched me out to the point I started questioning what else on my plate was contaminated by farm by-products. I had a complete burger sitting on my plate and it was unappetizing to look at, because I thought of the processing chain from the cow being born into a factory farm to the point it was cooked and served on my plate. At any given point crap could've been introduced into it. So, we all started second guessing our meals and contemplated trying to find another french fry to prove out point, however, none of us were brave enough to endure that taste. The waitress came over and asked how things were going. Boy, did we have fun telling her just what happened. She immediately takes out plates and rushes back inside.

We then begin to tell fawked up gross-out stories to see who can overcome this one. We were all ripping it up (once I found a roach swimming in the grease of a steak I was eating. I'm pretty sure that wasn't on the menu ) and having a great time. Eventually, she came back and apologized profusely and asked if we want something else. We picked some desserts figuring they were pre-made and would have the least amount of contact with humans (could the cooks have not washed their hands of relieving themselves? ) or barns. We then proceeded to hand for a couple more hours having a great time and drinking.

The girl ended up calling the manager that night (where the heck was he/she to let Mr. Ed poop on my food!) and comped us on our meals. Would've been nice to have the drinks comped, but, eh, it's cool.

So, to Mego and all the other WoW motherfawkers out there that choose it over Corcorans because they feel the service is better, FAWK WoW...for real, G! If I want to eat shit, I'll eat some of the stuff I've been shoveling .

Currently listening : Serious Hits...Live! By Phil Collins Release date: 08 December, 1990