October 28th, 2010

Walking

Steve Martin was never as excited to go to Wichita as Jack White was.

Another month, another Cort and Fatboy Midnight Movie:






"All he wanted was Thanksgiving with his family. What he got was three days with the turkey."

Bobby "Fatboy" Roberts (who also created that poster, as he does) summarizes here what many Portland geeks will watch Friday night, Nov. 5th. It's presented by Cascadia.fm (the phoenix that rose from the ashes of pdx.fm), Things From Another World, and The Portland Mercury. The Bagdad Theater and Pub, 21 and older, doors at 10, film at 11.
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therealljidol Week 0: I Me Mine, I Me Mine, I Me Mine

Title shamelessly stolen from George Harrison. You may notice it’s also this blog’s title. If you’re going to write about yourself as much as a blogger does, do it with a wink. Own it. Have fun with it. Say stuff like “My blog: it’s the interesting kind of boring!” And, overall, be good to words.

I’ve done that here since 2004. Before that I did it in “blast e-mails” to a few dozen family members and friends. It was pre-blogging blogging, and I found I liked it. Now I want to do more of it.

I’ve been paid for my writing. Specifically three years (1997-2000) as a writer-reporter for a weekly community newspaper in an irrigated corner of Northeast Oregon’s semi-desert, near the Columbia River. (Hermiston, Oregon. Potatoes and watermelons come from there. Poison gas doesn’t, because they built a giant incinerator to destroy the chemical weapons supplies that were stored about 10 miles outside of town.) Today I’m paid to help a corner of an office run -- so my words, generated on my free time, don’t have to please people who pay my paycheck. (Say that last clause three times fast.)

What else am I? Mid/late-30s guy. Navy brat (Dad served 26 years, before and after I showed up in the world; we averaged a move about every year-and-a-half ’til my mid-teens). Movie reviewer. Surprisingly quiet in my real life, but willing to talk, sometimes even boldly. Hobbyist photographer. Likely to laugh loudly when moved to laugh, and as I know many, many hysterical people, that is often. A committed walker, in a city (Portland, Oregon) damn good for walking; we have deliberately short blocks. Owner of a head that seems to grow in pictures and hair that likes waving. Media geek who follows the weird, idiosyncratic nature of Portland broadcasting. Multi-decade Star Trek fan who’s gotten to be friendly and acquainted with Star Trek novelists. Sports appreciator, in a spectator way since I am likely about as good at sports as Douglas Adams, who once broke his nose on his knee playing rugby. (Oh, I’m a longtime Douglas Adams fan, too, and that‘s had some WONDERFUL consequences. *is happily cryptic*) And more, some of which will get revealed as I do this therealljidol thing.

I’m available for questions, chair-dancing, waving your hands in the air like you don’t care, quoting Terry Gilliam’s The Adventures of Baron Munchausen which I’ve seen dozens of times, rambling (ya noticed?), harm-free removal of spiders, and other acts of Me-ality.

Let’s have fun.

(This is an entry for therealljidol. I‘ll tell you more as I learn more about how LJ Idol goes.)