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bradwigg
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State: Texas
Metro: Dallas
Interests: music, cooking, literature, gaming, outdoor life such as camping and fishing and the like.
Expertise: Expertise-- HA!!!
Closest thing I have to expertise is in the field of being a huge dork.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
6/26/2005
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| HOCKEY IS BACK!!!!
Sorry. I just needed to yell it out. I'm very happy. Someone asked me yesterday why hockey fans were so eager to jump back into their sport after they were so disappointed last season by the whole lock-out thing. "Baseball fans weren't so forgetful" they said. But here's my take. Baseball fans ARE forgetful. Baseball is as strong as ever. The current steroids controversy hasn't cost baseball its audience. Drug scandals and player-run betting pools haven't cost any fans. Football fans are forgetful. Basketball fans are forgetful.
When baseball went on strike for the first time, it didn't just ruin baseball. It ruined all professional sports. Baseball was just what started it all. It shocked us and disgusted us. But now we've seen it. Our attention span has been breached and we have been desensitized yet again to yet another aspect of modern life. It's not that hockey fans or any other fans are forgetful, it's that they just don't care. Now, if one hockey team declared war on another hockey team and actually started killing each other off, we might decide not to watch anymore. Or maybe we wouldn't, who knows? Actually it would probably increase the viewing audience. Or if the players started kidnapping fans with increased pay as the ransom... Hmm... I better stop right now. I don't want to give them anymore ideas.
It's almost time for the puck to drop.
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| I like the west coast. I like the weather, I like the people, I like the scenery... the food. I could go on and on. I'd start makin' up stuff. I like bees on the west coast. I even found a tarantula that I liked. I named him boris and kept him in a coffee cup for a couple of hours before I released him with my blessings.
The weird thing is that I freaking HATE spiders. I mean, just looking at them gives me the willies and my heartrate increases and I start getting a little jumpy. But not tarantulas. I know, I KNOW. It's practically the same thing. But somehow, there's a difference. Small spiders fall on you and crawl on you and you get web on your face when you walk in the woods and you don't know if it's on you or not and is it going to bite you? If it does will you die? Is it down your shirt? Is it in your hair? When you sit down on the toilet is one going to crawl up on your leg? Are they under your covers? See, THAT'S IT! You just don't freaking KNOW! A tarantula is big. It's visible and relatively slow and pretty harmless. Maybe the whole "fuzz" factor plays into it. They are fuzzy. Therefore they have feelings. Spiders are cold and heartless. They are mechanical. They simply wish to scare you and make you nervous. Some of them want you dead. I know this. That's how they ARE. Death to all spiders.
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| So
I survived Rita. Elijah and I went to see his grandparents (my
parents) in Louisiana and although she had been downgraded to "Tropical
Storm Rita" she still packed quite a whallop by the time she hit our
area. No, it was nothing like the devastation in the lower part
of the state but there was still quite a bit of cleaning up to
do. My parents church is filled up with refugees from the two
storms and is trying to do the best they can at feeding them and
accomodating their more basic needs. I think all the churches in
the area are involved in some form or fashion in aiding the needy who
have been displaced. It's a good thing.
Elijah helped me pick up limbs and branches that had been blown down by
the storm. My parents home is surrounded by pecan trees which are
very brittle so there was quite a bit of debris scattered around.
The family farm didn't fare very well either. My family farms a
few thousand acres of cotton that was blown around quite a bit and alot
of fiber ended up on the ground. Not good.
On a lighter note, my brother in law, who is a pilot, decided it would
be fun to do a fly-by of my parents home while we were having a family
gathering. The timing couldn't have been more perfect. All
the kids were outside roasting hotdogs and marshmellows when he made
his first pass. He flew around a couple of more times after which
he landed on the gravel road that goes by our house! Then he
steered it right up the driveway!
Okay, I have to say something. This plane was not big. It
wasn't even a Cessna or anything. It was one step above an
ultralight. It was big enough to seat two in tandem but that was
all. The fuselage was even made of plastic.
Anyway, Elijah had a freak out fit. He LOVED it! We got
some pictures of him sitting in the plane. He got to see it take
off later so that was another round of gleeful exclamation. It's
great to see him happy. So I got him a little toy airplane that
winds up and flies on rubber band power. It's one of those
balsawood jobs that I used to play with when I was a kid. And
now, twenty-five years later he can play with the same toy. Kinda
cool.
So now I'm home, back in Dallas, watching "Lost". Invasion is
about to come on, which is a pretty cool show. But I am a true
sucker for sci-fi. It's coming on right now, in fact so I'm out.
peace, folks.
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| Another
good day of vacatation. Slept late, got up, played guitar for a
while (been getting in some really good practice time) went to
Starbucks and got some coffee, came back made some lunch, played guitar
more, watched part 4 of 'Band of Brothers' after which Jess got home
for work and we hung out until Elijah got of the school bus at which
time we gathered him up and went to Gatti Town for pizza and games and
such. Then we came back and went swimming. Now I'm just
chillin here at the keyboard typing out my thoughts while sipping on
Ale 81 (pronounced A Late One) which is a very particular blend of
ginger ale and fruit flavor that can only be purchased in the state of
Kentucky. Elijah is eating some yogurt and Jess went to pick up
the dry cleaning.
I've been getting to cook lunch for myself which has been soooooooo
good. I've been making lots and lots of soul food. Today I
made black-eyed peas, cornbread and nicely seasoned asparagus.
Yesterday pretty much the same thing with rice and gravy.
Tomorrow will probably be some variation along the same theme, maybe
cabbage or mustard greens or something. I've missed home
cooking!!! I should do a pot roast or something.
Tonight, Jess and I are going to watch a movie (her pick, which is
always good) and fall asleep on the couch. Actually we don't have
a couch anymore because the frame broke. It was one of those
futon couches that we'd had for years and years and it finally just
gave out. So we went bohemian and threw the futon mattress down
on the floor and now we just lay around in the living room.
It actually looks pretty cool with our decor. Maybe we'll get a
sofa for Christmas or something. Or maybe not, for that
matter. I kinda like the way it is. It's just weird for
guests. "hey come lay on our floor"
Okay, that's my day. I'm gonna go play with my kid.
Got some new pics of my family up on my MySpace. Go check it out www.myspace.com/bradwigg
later
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| The
last couple of weeks have been a time for reuniting with old
friends. We played a show in Kansas City at the Starlight
Amphitheater which, by the way, is an exceedingly cool venue. I
was talking with one of the crew guys about this and that and noticed
someone standing next to me as though he wished to say something.
I turned and said "Hey, what's up" upon which he said, "I know
you." My thought was something like "oh yeah?" and then he told
me his name which was one that I immediately recognized and my jaw
dropped. It was a friend of mine from my old Youth With a Mission
days that I didn't recognize because he had really
cut his hair. It used to be down to the middle of his back.
So we reminisced for a while and caught up on each other's lives.
Then he told me that another friend of mine that I hadn't seen in years
was living in the same city and working for the same production company
that ran the show we were playing! So I called him up and he came
out to see the show and we sat and talked for hours. It was so
good to see those guys. They also gave me phone numbers of other
friends I hadn't seen in just as long so I have been calling these guys
and catching up. It's really been cool. One friend had
heard of The Afters and really liked the music but had no idea that I
was in the band.
There's just something inately good about catching up with old
friends. It brings back good memories of times that may not have
been ideal but were made better because of comraderie and like
minds. It also brings back memories of bad times that were
aleviated and the times we were able to comfort each other. Then
there's just the good times. Bike rides on mountain tops, meals
shared, music played, journeys taken. Never let your friends get
so out of touch that you can't reach out to them someday.
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