Here's The Trailer for Return of the King. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to camp out at the theater.

That was a joke.

Maybe.

The following story is 100% true. I am releasing it to the public to to
sidestep any possible leaks from the Bush Administration.[we haven't
been getting along]

I like doing laundry. I like gathering up my clothes and heading down
to the local laundramat with either a book or my MP3 player. What's
funny is, that if I owned my own washer and dryer, I probably wouldn't be
into it as much. There's just something
relaxing about laundry. Once you dump in your soap and clothes and put
in the coins, it's out of your hands. You can't make the wash go any
faster, so for that 15-20 mins, plus another 30 for the dryer, you're on
a sort of pause mode. You can relax for a
few moments. I'll sit and read, do some people watching[depending on
where you are, it's wise not to watch too closely].

And the end result? Clean clothes and maybe a better outlook.

Finding my Way...

So, the other day I was 'dealing' with a whole host of worries that I suppose, for convenience sake decided to show up all at once.

Now my usual method for coping with problems is:

1. Ignoring them until they go away.
2. Creating a bigger problem to make the first seem less bad.
3. Hide under the bed.

As you can see, I deal well with stress.

But I decided to do something different. Our church has what's called a labryrith. In a nutshell, it's a circular maze with one path leading in and out. The goal is to walk along the path, and as it winds along, to clear your mind, and to reflect on larger matters. I suppose you could do the same thing anywhere, but there was something about it that was just nice. I left after completing the maze a bit less stressed, and that's always a good thing.

Here's closer look at the labryrinth and it's history. Even if all it is is a long walk, it does help.

Shameless Plug....

Once again, I've been given the chance to beat the enitre Ticket listening audience into submission with our monthly PPV review of WWE Unforgiven. As always, the show starts at 8:00, with the review coming around 9. AM 1310 on your radio dial, and The Ticket's website.


Take care,

Mike G.

Yum...

I admit it.

I love the Food Network.

Iron Chef, Good Eats, Food Finds.

Funny, for someone who cooks about as often as the challenger wins in Kitchen Stadium, I love cooking shows.

But now, there's a whole new reason to watch.

Rachael Ray is the cute-as-a-button host of 30-Minute Meals and $40 a day, is featured in this month's issue of FHM magazine, or you can click here.

And Knowing is Half the Battle...

According to the fine people at figures.com, G.I. Joe is heading to the silver screen. I don't know about you but my geek-o-meter is hovering at about an eight.

Take care folks.

Mike G.

Saying Goodbye...

Both John Ritter and Johnny Cash bid farewell to us today. I hope that their friends and familes can take some solace in the joy each of them brought to this world.

Till we see you again.

Brace For Impact...

This might seem like flame bait, but Paul Krugman's column in the New York Times is sobering stuff, even more if it turns out to be true.

Vote Early, and Often!

No, it's not the recall election in California, it's the first issue of Wildguard, a comic that combines superheroics with the less than savory world of shows like American Idol. A brand new super-team is being formed, and heroes of all sorts are auditioning. Only five will make the cut, with the final member being selected from the Wildguard website. Check it out, if you can.

Take care,
Mike G.

News Bits...

Most of you have probably heard the story of Charles McKinley, the guy who mailed himself to Dallas from New York. While there really isn't any more I can add to that, I do want to point one thing that really caught my attention. According to most of the reports, upon arriving at his intended location, Charles opened up the box from the inside, climbed out and shook the hand of the delivery man, and walked inside the house.

Whatever you think of the man and what he's done, you have to admit, that's style.

In other news...

I'm not the brightest knife in the drawer, but I figure if Bruce Springsteen has your back, things are going fairly well for you. Last Saturday, Bruce gave a concert at Fenway Park, and gave a shout-out to another of my personal heroes. Click here and scroll near the bottom to find out.

Take Care,

Mike G.

Fancy a Cup of Tea, Love?

Quick note, and it's off to bed [work tomorrow].

So, the other night I'm surfing along looking for something to kill time, and I decide to see what's on the other side of the pond i.e the BBC. Then I found something that so far has grabbed hold of me and shows no signs of letting go.

It's a radio soap opera called The Archers. It's been going on for over 50 years and right before I brush my teeth for bed I tune in to hear the latest episode.

I'm clueless about the characters, some of the accents are impossible, and I only have a vague idea about the storyline.

I think part of why I like it has to do with a bit of my childhood. I used to lie in bed at night with my headphones on and try to listen to every station on the AM dial. I'd get raving preachers, strange talk shows, and music from Who Knows Where. On rare occasions I'd get some old radio dramas. I loved the way the actors were forced to bring out their characters with just their voices. I listened to the sound effects and would wonder how they made them.

Anyways, if you want to check it out, point your browsers here.

Also, NPR has an interview with one of my personal heroes, 'Weird Al' Yankovic. You can listen to it here.

Take care, and send me feedback if you wish.

Mike G.

ME Reads my stuff...

Mark Evanier is a guy who's written for everything from Garfield and Friends to one of the best and funniest comics ever, Groo the Wanderer. He also keeps a weblog, which in part inspired me to get off my butt and start my own. Granted, it's nowhere near as informative, and I'm sure he'll deny that I even read his site.

Anyway, the other day, he posted a note about a cartoonist with the opinion that other cartoonists who use assistants or art teams shouldn't call themselves real cartoonists. I decided to respond, my point being that while I don't really care how much help they use, it's not entirely truthful when they claim the only credit for 'their' work.

To my amazement, Mark posted my response and even linked this blog.

At this rate, I should have my own Network Late Night show in a few weeks.

Mike G

Damn it.

I don't write very fast. In fact it took me about an hour to come up with today's post.

Which I lost when my computer decided to lock up.

So instead of the finely crafted work I originally meant for you to read, here's what you get.

JLA/Avengers is great. Go buy it right now.

The Joe Schmo is a mixed bag so far, but it's got me for at least another week.

I'll be on the Ticket tomorrow night for the P1 WAC. Tune in, if you like.

Sorry about this. I'll feel better after I do some breathing excercises, or something.

Mike G.