Monday, November 30, 2009

The Appendix Episode


So, it was Black Friday, and there I was at Toys R Us, standing in a line that wrapped around the store. All morning my stomach wasn't quite right and by 2 pm it was getting pretty uncomfortable. Surely, I thought it was just a passing situation due to Thankgiving, beer and playing football the day before.

Not so fast, said my appendix - a part of me I'd never considered until Black Friday.

Needless to say, it needed to get removed, with the quickness. I was admitted to emergency about 9 pm after having spent most of the evening dry heaving and sweating from that funky freezing/burning fever that usually comes with the flu. Anyway, by 9 am Saturday, I was on the operating table and going under. I was on so many meds, all I remember was waking up and they said, "you're all done."

I took a peek down and saw that they took the liberty of giving me a little shave job just below the belly button. I don't know how I feel about that ...

Anyway, I have 3 band-aids, 3 prescriptions and 3 days since I've had a shower. For someone that is used to showering twice a day, I am miserable about it. Oh well, doctor's orders ... which includes no work for a week and no exercise for 30 days! True believers, please pray for me that I don't balloon up to the weight I was carrying before I started working out regularly 2 years ago.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Free at last ...

Today felt like the first day of the rest of my life. I am so at peace and so calm with the positive vibes in my new environment. It's amazing how one change can make such a difference in the quality of life - and it's a change I would make 100 times out of 100.

Today felt so perfect, so picturesque. The sun was bright, and the sky was a perfect blue, not a cloud in the sky. I walked around outside with no jacket, no hat, no scarf, no mittens and without my signature ear muffs. The air was brisk, but not too cold. It was a glorious East Bay day ... just a few days away from Thanksgiving, but it could have passed for Labor Day anywhere else in the country.

Walking around the office today was awesome. The sun seemed like it was shining in on me no matter how much, or where I walked around the building. My mood was uninterrupted all day long. When is the last time that happened? I've been trapped in a negative cacoon for so long, that today I felt like a butterfly breaking through for the first time.

To top it off, the Raiders won yesterday! If only Michigan had beaten Ohio State, I might've taken my chances with the California Lottery. Ahh, who needs the lottery, I feel like a million bucks today - and I think it's going to be that way for the forseeable future.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

'Kick Ass' movie teaser trailer



My guess is 1 in 4 movies are now based on comic books/graphic novels, or cartoons, or toys, or videogames. It's a golden era for geeks, that's for sure.

Friday, November 20, 2009

The airport of life


I am sitting at the far end of Terminal B at the airport. I'm not even sure anyone or any airline flies in and out of this empty, desolate corner. I am lonely ... my soul seems to crave the usual hustle and bustle of a crowded airport ... but there is no one around.

After a week of intense corporate training classes and camraderie, I am drained. Both my mind and body are ... just ... empty. I am 3 hours seperated from being in a room full of 30 type-A personalities. I am 3,000 miles away from my wife and kids. I am in between ... in the solitary void of a New York airport. It feels like pre-holiday purgatory.

I sit in the middle of a long row of non-descript, black airport chairs - you know the type. I stare out into the deep, lifeless void of Terminal B. It stares back. I marvel at the massive, wide, empty space in front of me. The deep, yellow glow of the late afternoon sun highlights my body with flecks of warm light and casts long shadows on the tiled floor.

It feels like I'm staring at the rest of my life - a wide open space to do whatever I want with. What shall I do with this long journey in front of me? Where will I go? When will I go? How will I go? Will I kill some time on the Ms. Pacman arcade game to my right? Will I eat at the pizza place and have a beer? Will I try on some sunglasses? Will I buy a travel pillow for my neck? Will I walk on the conveyer belt on the ground to get to my designated gate just a little bit faster? So many choices ... and nothing but time and space to ponder them.

The more important questions bubble to the surface of my jumbled mind. Will I fulfill my destiny on this Earth journey? Will I ever get to travel into outer space? Will I make it to the dimension most commonly referred to as Heaven, as I've always thought I would? If I do, will all of the secrets of space, time, and the infinite be revealed to me by my Creator? In my heart, the answer to all of these questions is a resounding yes. Every fiber of my being is telling me that if I can just attune myself to the power of the universe, I can unlock whatever destiny I choose.

God has given me many treasures on my journey up to this point - and I have felt his guiding hand throughout life. I may not always understand why some things happen, or don't happen ... but I trust the mystery of it all and look ahead to the future.

Suddenly, I don't feel so alone, knowing that there is a plan for me - and I am complicit in that plan. The wide open space and the light of the setting sun feel comforting now. I'm 30 minutes away from boarding an airplane full of people heading back to California. Back home - home to their loving families and friends. Back to the places and people that make them feel welcome.

I'm now digging around in my pocket for some quarters. I prepare to end this electronic journal entry. Ms. Pacman, here I come ...

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Snakes on a plane? Try FISTS on a plane!

I have just witnessed my first fist fight aboard an airplane. To borrow from Peter Griffin: freakin' sweet. The plane landed and there was the usual uncomfortable anticipation before you can wiggle out and grab bags from the overhead compartment. It's a delicate dance to time it just right - you don't want to stand up too quickly, especially if you have the window seat. People get visibly agitated waiting for their turn to grab their stuff and get off the plane ... it's kind of amusing actually. This time, it was extra amusing, to say the least.

I guess quarters got too close and two groups of travelers got on each other's nerves during the overhead compartment tango. A dude and his woman started throwing down with two guys - all the brawlers probably between the ages of 25-35. The less-than-masculine airline attendants were powerless in stopping the battle-for-the-bags. The JFK melee seemed to last longer than the Pacman vs. Cotto title fight last night, it went on for a good while.

What a way to start this trip! It was 7 am Eastern, but still 4 am Oakland time. It got my blood pumping and ready for some sausage and pancakes, mmmm. To borrow from Homer Simpson: mmmm, syyyyyrup. I'm starving. This shuttle ride to the hotel can't go cast enough. Although the Connecticut landscape is fun to look at - all the leaves are red, orange and yellow.

Thursday, November 05, 2009

No one said this would be easy



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Sunday, November 01, 2009

The Raiders must fire Tom Cable ... NOW


Perception is reality. Whether these women are out to get Tom Cable or not, court documents and police reports going back 20 years do not paint a pretty picture. Domestic violence is just not acceptable, and this seems pretty damning.

The Raiders will surely lose to San Diego today and then are off for 2 weeks with a bye. It's the perfect time for a clean break and to put an interim coach in place. My goodness, how the mystique of the renegade, outside-the-law Raiders just continues.

Al Davis needs to take control of this situation and then cede control of the team's day to day football operations to a younger, more legitimate football man, such as John Madden. What say you, Raider Nation?