Someone mentioned recently, yesterday maybe, that Pat Morita had died. Not that I ever knew him as much besides Mr. Miyagi in the Karate Kid movies and a few bit roles he had here and there, but he always seemed like a nice guy.
Michael had been so tired leaving his grandparents’ last night that he was going to have me drive his car until I remembered that I didn’t have my glasses and can’t see too well at night. Of course, I’d driven for years without glasses while I needed them
I’ve just decided that I should write all of this as though I am writing to someone who doesn’t know me or any of the people I’m talking about. Know your audience, right? (As though anyone I don’t know has stumbled across this site yet.) To that end, if I’m talking about someone for the first time in a month, I’ll give a little more background about them, effective immediately, so some of the writing may sound funny in this entry, but I’m hoping it’ll be a smoother transition in the future. I’m wondering too if I shouldn’t reverse the order of these entries- that is, have newer content at the bottom instead of the top. Maybe I’ll switch to …
I stayed up kinda late last night making a mixed CD for Barry’s birthday. I liked it enough that I made myself a copy. It had Franz Ferdinand, Flaming Lips, Secret Machines, Ben Fold Five, Old 97’s, Rhett Miller, Pavement, Ween, White Stripe and maybe some others.