Lost – ‘Recon’ – 6.8
Well, this was unusual.
I’m a Sawyer fan. And I’ve made it abundantly clear in these posts that when you strip away all the mystery, mythology and smoke monsters, what truly compels us to follow Lost is the intricate character dynamics. We love some of these people. Loathe others. And we’re dying to see how their lives turn out and how the various threads pull together – especially over the last few, fleeing weeks.
So it’s a complete shocker to me that I found a Sawyer episode completely boring. Now, each season, I always look forward (with tongue firmly in cheek) to the requisite Kate episode – knowing we’ll chase our sour with the sweet. But Sawyer eps usually deliver – mainly because I love the character and it’s always fun to see his latest con. And whi... Continue reading »
Lost – ‘Dr. Linus’ – 6.7
In the comments last week, I reposted a theory I read on-line that posited the notion that the two time lines we’re seeing this season are more closely related than we previously thought.
At the beginning of the season, it was reasonable to assume that everything we saw on the island was part of the straight chronology – the timeline we’ve been following since the very beginning. So, Oceanic Flight 815 crashed on the island. The pilot was eaten. Hatches were cracked. Tailies were found. Tailies were killed. Secondary islands were discovered. Others became DHARMA became original Others. Shacks rocked. Donkey wheels were spun. Everything got groovy as we did the time warp back to the 70’s. Jughead blew his stack. Jacob lived. Jacob died. MiB Locke began assembling his army. Sawyer called so... Continue reading »
What A Drag!!!
Frequent readers of my site know that over the last couple of years, I have set out to try and challenge myself each year with something outside the norm of my daily nine-to-five. It seems like I wasted a major chunk of my Twenties and Thirties immersed in a whole helluva’ lot of entertainment and socializing among friends and family but I never really took the time to carve some time and chase an extracurricular activity or two.
That all changed two years back when on a whim I accepted an offer to return to the stage (after a 17 year hiatus) and take a supporting role in the local Gateway Players community production of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Over the course of two months in early Autumn 2008, I challenged the hell out of myself to dive into the big-bad boots of Aide Warren, Nurse Ratched... Continue reading »
Picking up the Pieces
“New Insights into the Hidden World of Autism”
The headline screamed from a Time magazine cover as I was walking through the Des Moines airport, awaiting my flight home from a two-day client visit. As my tastes in periodicals tend to run towards the entertainment, sports or video game mags, it’s not the sort of cover story that would normally grab my gaze. But… those words in that bold print collaborated to jog something loose in my sub-conscious – a nagging threat that I had, for the moment, kept successfully at bay.
I grabbed the magazine and paged through it on the long flight home. After completing the article, I ran through it again, my mind honing in on key notes – “Signs For Parents To Watch For” – that echoed the internal murmurs I had heard late at night... Continue reading »
Where the Wild Things Are… Dead!
Editor’s Note: This was originally published in February 2006.
-True Story-
The call comes in.
Caller: Ed-man. This is Ron-ster!!!?
Inner Monologue: Ed-man? Ron-ster? Who is this peculiar nicknaming psycho? (Somewhere, a lonesome cricket chirps.)
The Ron-ster Formerly Known as Caller: Ed-man? (pause) Vacation Man? (pause) Guy Who Has Incriminating Photos of Me and a Bone Saw at Alcor Man?
Me: UNCLE RON!!!! How the heck are ya?
Anyway, after dispensing with the obligatory pleasantries and renegotiating our ‘ahem’ business contract, we got down to the business at hand. Apparently my uncle, who I affectionately call Kracka, had a friend who was in need of a house-sitter. In a desperate bid to keep me on the straight and narrow, Kracka offered up my name,... Continue reading »
Tri and Succeed
Editor’s Note – This was originally published in September 2009.
I’m alive.
ALIVE!!!
Well, I did it. I somehow managed to swim, bike and run a combined 14+ miles without dropping dead this past Saturday. This from a dude who once upon a time quit at Mile 2 of a 3 Mile Road Race - huffing and puffing the whole way at the newly minted age of 17. Back then, the potent mix of testosterone and Glacial Chill Gatorade should have been enough to send me to the Moon and back, and yet I could barely muster enough energy for a little 30-minute skedaddle. How I pity the virtuous vixens that shadowed my every step back then. All they wanted was a virile hunk of testosterone prime and instead they got Everybody’s All Asthmatic – sputtering his way through ... Continue reading »
Off They Go
Editor’s Note: This was originally published in September 2009.
On that inevitable day that I find myself on the business end of a waterboarding treatment, pressed to divulge the most intimate thoughts crated in my cabeza, when my grand inquisitors finally get around to the topic of Favorite Blog Posts, I know exactly which one I’ll name Numero Uno. Off He Goes – my heartfelt tribute to Colin’s first day of kindergarten. Of course, longtime readers of this site could also pick that post from a lineup as I’ve often referenced it and held it up as the shining beacon that illuminates this site when it all comes together just right.
Yeah – there’s a dollop of hubris for ya’, but dammit, my name’s all over this site so despite the... Continue reading »
Off He Goes
Editor’s Note: This was originally published in September 2008.
When I was five years old, my family resided on the Mean Streets of Everett, MA. At the time, I was enrolled in Kindergarten at the Hamilton Elementary School – a brick and mortar classroom that sat sentinel at the base of a large hill that stood between my home and the school’s foundation. There were multiple ways to get to school on foot but each involved journeying across several blocks of urban cityscape before arriving at that final destination – a foolhardy pursuit for even the toughest mofo. In those days, the swan song of the late 70’s, mankind hadn’t perfected the fine art of “Sue Everyone” so the school systems found themselves benefit of the litigious illiterate and etc... Continue reading »
Instant Karma Resolution Day 14 – Coffee Talk
Here’s how my 2010 Instant Karma Resolution works. Each day, I will randomly draw a name from my Friends List and make that person the subject of a status update where I will cull from memory some funny or interesting anecdote about the person. I’ll do this once a day until I work my way through the entire list. When you’ve been selected, I will also post this note to your wall and tag 5 of our mutual acquaintances in the hopes it will spur some nostalgic commentary.
Today I drew #14, my best buddy Sean O’Brien.
I know what you’re thinking… this guy is supposed to be last. After all, he all but demanded it less he pull the plug on the sweet little shop he set up for me over at The Ed Zone. When he offered up his authorization to let me spill my guts on these pages with an anecdote ripped from the p... Continue reading »
The Impossible Dream
Editor’s Note – This was originally published in 2006.
I’ve been in a family mood lately.
Of course, I am grand patriarch to a modest brood (my son Colin, daughter Aria and two dogs of whom a paternity test has proven I am not the biological father but love all the same). Unless you’re some deadbeat who collects ‘72 Novas in his front yard and downs Schlitz by the gallon while shouting to your kinfolk to “Git R Done!!!” – it’s hard not to feel in the family way most every day. All it takes is a turn into your driveway – on some cold winter’s day after the grueling grind at the ‘nine to five’ - where a quick peek at your front window reveals the silhouette of a head (or in my case four heads) peering out, awaiting you... Continue reading »
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