TO Much, TO Soon

As much as we would love for tonight’s tussle with Dallas to be about the Eagles’ chances to make the playoffs, or the continued rehabilitation of Donovan McNabb, or the intense rivalry between the Eagles and the Cowboys, we all know what the announcers are going to focus on: Terrell Owens. Get ready for discussions of “next question,” of Owens doing situps in his driveway, of “I love Donovan.” Every time T.O. lines up against the Eagles, local news media spends the week rehashing the acrimonious year he sat out. I always wind up thinking instead of the year he played, and how great things now could have been if he had stayed. Of course, I’ll be happy if Brian Dawkins lays him out, and I’ll get angry if he finds his way to the endzone. But nothing will be as painful has having to hear his name all night when he isn’t even near the ball.

Holding Out for A Hero

For as long as the series has existed, Guitar Hero has fascinated me. Whenever I would walk by an open demo station in my local Best Buy, I couldn’t resist stopping and playing a song. Or three. But, as my console ownership has a history of both brand loyalty and generation skipping (I went from the original NES to N64, running both into the ground before buying a Nintendo Wii), I had precious few opportunities to get more acquainted with the high concept game. All that changed last week when the series’ newest member, Guitar Hero III: Legends of Rock, came to the Wii.

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X Men

Before I start doing any serious writing in NaBloPoMo, I want to take a moment to recognize a significant milestone in my life. Now, too often these days, anniversaries are taken lightly – “Hey, we’ve been dating for two weeks!” or “Congrats, Lindsay! You haven’t been in rehab for a month!” I’ll be doing the same thing later this month when I celebrate my blog birthday. But the truly relevant anniversaries need special attention.

On November 1, 1997, I was a sophomore at a Catholic high school. I had the day, a holy day of obligation, off from school. Some guys I had met in school decided to spend the day at the mall. So that afternoon, five or six of us piled into a 1982 Toyota Corolla and headed for Granite Run Mall, were we enjoyed a lunch of Friendly’s and a trip around the mall. Therein started a bond between three of the participants that day – myself, Pat, and Andy – that has lasted to this day. Ten years of hanging out with the same crew. Friends have been added and subtracted from the group, but the three of us have always been a part of it.

Happy ten years, fellas. Here’s to many more.

Moving Right Along

So…two months of complete and utter blog inertia. Nine posts in 61 days. That’s about a post a week. And it’s inexcusable. To my tens of readers: sorry.

The conventional action to take when such a poor display of blog attentiveness overtakes a writer is to throw in the towel; nobody reads the site anymore, you tell yourself, so it’s time to shut the virtual doors. But I enjoy this far too much to give up. Thank goodness for NaBloPoMo.

What’s the strangely capitalized and barely pronounceable word, you ask? Well, it’s an alternative to NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. This is National Blog Posting Month. While more motivated writers are tackling 50,000 words in November, I’ll be writing a blog post every day this month. Hopefully this will bring back my blogging mojo, just in time for winter film season.