JMGarciaIII

One of the things we, as a family, argue like civet cats about discuss, is travel destinations. Given the way my work schedule, uh, works means I don't have the luxury of stringing enough days together for a proper vacation...nor am I all that flexible about when I can string what days I can. This is all compounded when family announces they are going to visit ____ and would we like to come along. The problem with this is that we're not really what you'd call "joiners." Even those among the household who join on impulse regret it three picoseconds after being dragged into some bucolic endeavor. A particular nuisance are the trips which happen around Christmas.  Something gets into the brothers-in-law (severally, too, which is worse) and they announce plans to head up to Gatlinburg, or Stowe or some other benighted spot which features certain elements I abhor: 1- Altitude  2- Forests  3- Snow  4- Outdoorsness   We have established pretty clearly I am not one fo

Just back from my monthly schlep to L.A. Had a very good meeting with Greg The Manager, feel very fortunate to have him repping me, as the various projects I took to Content London begin to take shape. I even got to pitch one (with Ethan ) over at Hulu, where we got to go straight to Tippity Top Executive and Also The Second Most Tippity Top Executive. The 30ish minute meeting dragged well into the 90 minute mark, with them asking serious, and seriously intelligent questions. Fingers crossed.

It's 1521. You're a chieftain of some lovely Pacific island. You have the most women, the biggest hut, your pick of outrigger canoes. Life is good. Then some big ships show up. "Great. MORE Europeans." The Europeans make friends with your rival chieftain from the other side of the island. You snub everyone. The Europeans take the snub as a snub and choose to attack you. But they misjudge the tide and leap into water waist deep in full armor, and too far to use their weapons. You slaughter them all, especially the leader. That leader was Magellan. Immortalized by the Magellan Straits and also that GPS* thingy, among other things . You? You're chief Lapu-Lapu and you're immortalized by a tiki drink served in a cored-out pineapple, most famously at Walt Disney World's Polynesian Resort's Tambu Lounge. This past Labor Day** we went to this very spot. My wife had the selfsame beverage. Verily she loved it and has developed a fondness therefor and I was

Assiduous readers may recall an entry here , about a year and a half ago, wherein we illustrated some of the simpler ways to distinguish between the lovely and gracious Karen and me (i.e. Joe). Here are a few others. Karen: Joe: Karen: Joe: Karen: Joe: Karen: Joe: Karen: Joe: Karen: Joe: There. Now you know. (Some more.)