2009 in Review

Albums:
stellastarr* “Civilized”
Morrissey “Years of Refusal”
Maria Taylor “LadyLuck”
Passion Pit “Manners”
Dirty Projectors “Bitte Orca”
Fanfarlo “Reservoir”
Julian Casablancas “Phrazes For the Young”
Paramore “brand new eyes”
Neko Case “Middle Cyclone”
Bat For Lashes “Two Suns”
Yeah Yeah Yeahs “It’s Blitz”
Tegan & Sara “Sainthood”
La Roux “La Roux”
Julian Plenti “Julian Plenti”

Songs I’m surprised I like:
Creed “Rain”
Britney Spears “3”
Lady Antebellum “Need You Now”
Lady Gaga “Bad Romance”
John Mayer “Heartbreak Warfare”
Zac Brown Band “Toes”

Films:
Star Trek
(500) Days of Summer
This Is It
Up!
Harry Potter & the Half Blood Prince
GI Joe (a lot better than “Wolverine: Origins” & “Transformers 2”)
Yeah, I didn’t go out to the movies much

Comic Books:
The Unwritten
daytripper
Greek Street
The Wonderful World of Oz
The Marvelous Land of Oz
The Boys
Green Lantern (the whole “Blackest Night” series is sick!!!)
Daredevil
Echo
Rasl
Air
Sweet Tooth
20th Century Boys
Scott Pilgrim

TV shows:
Glee
Big Bang Theory
V
FlashForward
Dexter
Heroes
Lost
24
nip/tuck

Fun shit that happened:
Going home
New Yankee Stadium & the Yanks winning the World Series
my bro’s engagement!
Jenny & Don’s wedding
Meeting Ami & Micky Dolenz
car accident
Morrissey canceling his Florida dates
catching a Rays games in the MillerCoors seats

I’m sure I’ll add to this as the year draws to an end. I’ve got Vicks Vapo-Rub on my chest and under my nose & a cough that sounds bronchitis-like. Ughh.

Rather than watch telly, I think I’ll put on my iPod on shuffle and read “Daytripper” and the latest “unwritten.”

Where the hell did this year go?

Here We Go Again.

I’ve started to compile a to-do list in honor of the 37th anniversary of my escape from the womb. I’m sure they’ll also fall into the category of 2010 resolutions. Right off the bat: write more.

When I say “write more,” I mean in a notebook. Pen and paper. What a concept. I won’t dismiss blogging but I think the more I share out here, one day may come back to bite me in the arse. I’m sure you heard about the depressed lady in Canada whose doctor prescribed “fun” to help her condition? In case you didn’t, her insurance company dropped her benefits because they saw pictures on her faceBook page which showed her smiling. As I get older, I think it may be time to become a little more guarded with what I share. The late nineties up until just a few years ago, I was a slightly crazed “don’t give a fuck” kind of guy. I would like to say I’ve grown out of that period. Insert canned laughter here.

I keep thinking of Tiger Woods’ recent transgressions and all I can say is . . . yup.

Writing also means getting those crazy fiction ideas out of my head and on to paper too. I understand I’ve said I would for the past decade, but hey, a guy can dream. And I think I’ve got some good ones.

Running is another endeavor I’d like to undertake. First, I’ve got to have a physical–I’ll take the two-finger special please. I want to make sure my asthma won’t be a hinderance. All I need are the sneaks Forrest Gump wore on his cross-country trek and I’ll be set.

My goal is to be as physically fit as Warren Cuccurullo in his forties. Again, insert laugh track. I told you I could dream some good ones.

There you have it: writing and running. Two immediate goals. I’ll keep you posted.

Next entry: my upcoming doctors visit. Maybe I should go for the three-finger special?