Boy, after the show argument and then this, Travis must have thought I hated him.
In the fall of 2010, after Travis and I’s lease expired, I wanted to take the next step in my relationship with Deirdre and move in together. She had just moved out of this beautiful apartment and into a place owned by her boss at EMMC, the head of the kitchen, Jimbo.
Okay, there has been a lot of discussion over the past two weeks regarding the surprise – but inevitable – announcement of Super Smash Bros. for the Nintendo Switch. Many have wondered if this new installment is just that, a new game or a Wii U/3DS enhanced port. Read on as to why this is most certainly a new game, what I’d like for game modes, and who WILL (and will NEVER) be a part of the newest roster of Super Smash Bros. Switch.
I can’t believe it. The day that put me into overdrive has finally arrived. Today is exactly two years to the day since I began sharing My Cancer Story. I realized this day was swiftly approaching back in November of last year, and thus, I typed feverishly to finish the first draft of this autobiographical novel as fast as possible, even though this story never began as a book.Read More »
No, I was going to prove my life goal duality– love and a career. I didn’t survive Leukemia to settle, and I sure as shit wasn’t going to give up on either one of my passions.
I applied for school again, and The New England School of Communications graciously accepted my reinstatement. I knew the next two to four years would be tough, but I was planning on getting my and Travis’ cartoon show up and running.
Another late Top Ten list, but I wanted to watch as many potential #ConTENders as possible before I made my final tally. Then, I found myself with more work in television than ever before. And yet, I STILL missed some big films. But, we will get into that soon enough. Catch up with my Top 15 of 2015, and my Top Ten of 2016 if you’d like.
This apartment was a surrealist breeding ground. Who knew that Travis and I could keep an apartment together? It was refreshing to have a roommate that did their share of cleaning, dishes, and trash removal. He even got the mail– without prompt! And we used to be at each other’s throats constantly!
Our friends, of both the former roommates and neighbor varieties, would also frequent our apartment. I remember one night, Shawn and I had been drinking a lot and I had seen Derek (the mutual friend that landlord, Trevor, and I shared) walk up our driveway. I thought it best to moon Derek as an innocent goof. Our windows were terrible at retaining any heat and were to be replaced soon; thus, I felt the cold exterior of the elements from outside upon my bare ass.
For those of you who read my blog, I’m attempting to be more active during my recent spur of consistent (and welcomed) work on 9-1-1. And since, many of you readers don’t follow me on social media (rectify that here), I figured I would post an update on my upcoming content.
This post is long overdue*. I have been working more days on 9-1-1 then ALL of my other television work combined. I’m incredibly grateful for that, but after I get home, my mind is spent, and I typically pass out within minutes of entering the front door. Usually on the floor or the couch. Heck, even one time, I fell asleep while brushing my teeth, and I didn’t get a single drop of toothpaste on me!
Ah snowstorms, you never know how early they would strike during “fall.” Maine’s fall lasted around one to one and a half months and our winters sustained for sometimes, half a year. If you wanted to live in Maine during the winter, then endurance was the key to survival.
There’s something pristine about the bitterness of our winters. After this phase of death, comes a rebirth, a renewal of the beauty of nature. But winter itself is as immaculate as it is destructive. A thick silvery blanket shrouds everything in sight as if it’s coddling the world, preparing it for the coming months.
In this epoch of rebirth came time for Travis and me to go it alone. We wanted to break off and find a place that we could share without sharing a single room. Deirdre and I were spending more time together, and Travis and his girlfriend were still going strong, so it was important to let our surroundings foster those relationships (and ours with each other).