Doing random searches, I came across a Blogger profile for Jack Carneal, who was an adjunct professor at Towson when I was there (and probably still is). I had him for an Introduction to Creative Writing class his first semester on campus, fall ‘01, then I had him again for a Short Story class in spring of, I want to say, ‘03. (Y’know, he’d ask a question, and then just as I was trying to figure out what I wanted to say, he’d be all, “Too long! Next person, damn you!”)
He was clean shaven that first semester. Then, like the next semester, it was like Mad Scientist man. A full beard all out to Venus, and hair everywhere. “I live down in the city. Grow it out like this, nobody messes with you.” That’s not actually what he said, but that’s the gist of what I remember.
And he has a blog! Here! Of course, he hasn’t updated since March 11th, but what’s wrong with that? It doesn’t mean he’s dead or anything - heck, Virginia hasn’t blogged since March 3rd, but I saw her alive and well Wednesday night! (Unless Jason & Jessica were doing some Weekend at Bernie’s II voodoo magic on her, that is, I suppose).
*update*
Speaking of people from Towson, frequent classmate Meredith Boman’s “Elite be Dammed” is on Nexxus. We both took “Creative Writing in the Sci-Fi Genre”, and I remember reading that story!
Interestingly enough, her at-the-time boyfriend (now husband? ex? I dunno) was named Sean Ainsworth, and a Google search turned up this. Is it his? Who knows, who cares?
Just a quick note to inform about the new comment policy.
The old comment policy was instituted to disuade spammers from posting here, and required me to manually approve each comment, before that comment would be posted. This was, I think, the most common defense most bloggers took against spammers.
Lately, the spammers have changed tactics - they no longer go after comments, they leave trackback spam instead. Dirty fuckers. Anyway, trackback spam is easy enough to watch for, and since I haven’t had any comment spam in a month at least, comment moderation is turned off.
Hoorah!
My friend Allison (y’remember, the one who I thought told me I needed to throw grenades at my computer) once said to me: “Jeff, I notice that sometimes when I’m talking, you don’t pay attention to me. But I’m not mad, because I notice that sometimes when you’re talking, you don’t pay attention to yourself, either.”
So last night, being the totally hip and outgoing person I am, I got home from work, surfed the net, blogged about Greg’s relationship to Atomic Books, then settled down with a cold glass of milk and watched The Incredibles.
Like two years ago, Pixar put out a little sneak preview — Mr. Incredible in his den, the phone rings, “We need you!” He grabs his uniform - not the old blue & black one, but the spiffy new red one (see, I’m a geek to notice that, albeit after the fact) — and puts it on. At least, everything but the belt, which won’t fit around his gargantuan gut (there’s a lesson in that for me, but I choose to ignore it). In the backgrounds, Elastigirl keeps shouting: “Dinner!” and “Honey? Dinner is served!” also: “Jackass - get out here and eat your grits!” Finally, Mr. Incredible sucks in his gut really really really far and succeeds in latching the belt. He smiles, the gut unsucks, and the belt buckle explodes across the room. Anyway, funny funny preview, and I saw it and I was like, “Oh, I can’t wait to see it!” Then the release date popped up on the screen and I was like, “Fuck man! November ‘04?” Mind you, I think this teaser was out like early ‘03? (The teaser is on the 2nd disc of the DVD set, FYI).
Anyways, I didn’t go see the movie in theaters - little known fact, the last two films I saw in the theater were Harry Potter & the Prisoner of Azkaban, and Die Another Day.
So, anyway, watched the movie, it was great, really really great, I had a ball, certainly going to watch it again. Lots of cool extras — “They made me white? And I sound like a hick! And what the fuck is with that jumpin’ bunny on crack?” — and, uh, I think that was about it. Favorite scene: “Honey, where is my super suit?”
Thursday night, after cleaning & all that jazz, I watched I <3 Huckabees. I actually bought the movie back when it came out - late November - and then it just sat on a shelf because I had no time. No time. No time. So, Thursday night = time. (I suppose I could have gone out drinkin', but Sketchy's facing 18 points on his license, and there is a lesson there I’m going to pay attention to because no license? No job. Also - me and Gary’s reaction to Sketchy’s news: “You drive for a living, dumbass.”)
Right, so, back to I <3 Huckabees, through a little tale involving both Greg and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
Back when ESotSM came out, Greg wanted to borrow a movie. "What do you want to watch?" I asked him.
"Oh, anything." Okaaay. Greg's a pretty coventional guy, y'know?
"Okay, there's the movie with Jim Carrey and Kate what's-her-name."
"Kate who?"
"Y'know, Titanic?"
"...?"
"The old car in the cargo hold with Leo..."
"Oh, right. Cool."
That was his reaction taking the film. I also warned him it was a little strange. "That was a lot strange! That was ... weird. Heather asked me, 'wtf was that?'"
Anyway, another lesson learned here = Greg would not like I <3 Huckabees. (In a related note, I tried to get him to watch Big Trouble in Little China, and he was all, "No!!!!!!!!")
It’s a very strange movie, and oddly, I find that enjoyable. Maybe that’s not so odd, meh?
One thought in my head: breakfast (aka waffles). And milk.
