Not So Deep Thoughts

Ladies and Gentlemen, Mad Men has taken the Golden Globe for each of the two categories in which it was nominated!!!

Best Actor - Jon Hamm
Best Television Series - Drama

Too bad the writers’ strike is still going on, or the world would have been able to see Michael on the Red Carpet. Fiddlesticks!!!

Now all they gotta do is release the DVD Box-Set with “Winner of 2 Golden Globes” printed in big block letters on the cover and then you, me and everyone we know can go out and buy it.

Congrats Michael!

Sit down and strap yourself in (ala Clockwork Orange if necessary) and get ready for a visual (fake) orgasm!

Before I get around to posting all the lovely ‘Christmas 2007 in the US’ pics, I have some spring cleaning to do. Here’s a taste of the going ons in Madrid just before I flitted off to the homeland.

Bob’s Costume Party
Close enough timewise to be considered a procrastinators attempt at throwing a Halloween party, but in reality, Bob just likes having themed parties. So, for his Farewell to the Apartment Shindig, we all dressed up as famous dead people. I, as usual, half assed it by throwing on a white afro wig and an old sweater and going as Bea Arthur.

Thanksgiving 2007
My 5th Thanksgiving in Madrid. And I never get tired of explaining to Spaniards why this is the bestest holiday ever: Family, Friends, an absurd amount of good food, no presents, no religion, no patriotism - just be with the people you love, think about how much they mean to you and put on a few pounds.

Christmas Lights of Madrid
Me and the roomies, Sandra and Simon, go out for a stroll around town to check out the Christmas lights.

Happy Endings - Dress Rehearsal
This is by no means a complete documentation of the dress rehearsal, just the photos I was able to snap before I had to skip onto stage. Photos of the actual show to come once I can steal them off someone.

Happy Endings - Cast Party
If you’ve never had the pleasure of hanging out with a group of actors and drinking stupid amounts of alcohol, you’ve never lived, cuz, they’s CRAZY! I’m just saying, it’s never boring. Never. That’s all.

Ok… Next Up! - Christmas Stateside

Tee hee!!!  Makes me wish I had at least minored in Philosophy whilst I was at university.  Nevertheless, I got a good giggle out of it.

Back in the homeland, my sister, the photographer, introduced me to the magazine JPG - a magazine whose content is made up of submissions made by the subscribers/members of the website. Basically, you create a user and upload the best of your photos that suit the themes that have created for future publications of the magazine.

The users submit a photo to a theme (Next Edition: Noir, Split Second, Surrounding) and the community votes Yes (Right on!) or No (Not this time).  After weeks of voting the most popular of the 1,000s of photos submitted rise to the top and the editors  choose their picks.

Meanwhile, users leave comments, props, add various photos to their ‘favorites’ list and in general keep the atmosphere positive and enjoyable.

So, me and my other 3 siblings are now competing to see who’s the first to get published.  I have a few decent photos up that are hoping will make the cut, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed that y’all will sign up and vote Right On for all my photos no matter how cruddy they may be.

Back to work and onto coffee #3.

It’s almost 8AM and that jetlag was frickin’ relentless.

Did get a few hundred pages through my book though…  That’s a plus.

This is going to be a fun day.

It’s 4:00 in the morning and I’ve been stirring in my bed, unable to drift back into sleep and unable to think about anything other than a snippet of a dream that I was able to snatch during a moment of sleep I managed to get and which is why I’m sitting here in the dark, squinting into the brightness of a computer monitor, just so I can get it out of my head and onto ‘paper.’

The dream of which I speak is one where I started off fighting urban warfare style in an elite military special-op squad and ended up in ‘a place’ seeing (foreseeing?) how I’m going to propose to my wife. I know I’m single and far off from getting hitched, but I’ve always had a soft spot for those stories we hear about how so-and-so proposed to his lady so-and-so. The kind of story like where a young lady awaits her boyfriend’s arrival at an airport terminal just outside his gate (back in the day), and when the plane lands and the people start to appear from the jetway, she sees each one exit holding a rose in their hand. They are looking at a small picture which they’re holding with the other hand and, after scanning the crowd, they all begin to walk towards her. Each one gives her a rose and passes on without a word. Once every last person from the plane has done so, she looks towards the gate, arms overflowing with roses, to see her boyfriend, beaming at her and holding a small black box in his hand, and he asks her to marry her. ::cue tears::  Well, that’s what kinda dream it was

I too often hear about a couple pre-planning a marriage so much, that the presentation of the engagement ring is more like an expected formality rather than unanticipated popping of The Question., which, in my opinion, takes all the fun out of it. Ask first, plan later, I say. If she says no, then I hope I have a receipt. But there’s always something nice about a romantic and imaginative, yet not cheesy, way of proposing to someone.

So, how did I do it, you ask? Well, that would take all the fun out of it. Plus, what if she reads this? Then it wouldn’t be much of a surprise, now would it? So, if you or anyone you know is a 6-foot-tall Chinese woman with curly blonde hair and with one blue eye and one green eye, let me know.

Oh, and I’m back from the states safe and sound. A nice and pleasant trip back home it was. Photos to come soon.

Ok. There. Done. Out of my head. Now, if only this obnoxious jetlag will let me go back to sleep.