A comedian asks for a volunteer….

NatashaWhen attending a comedy show, always be prepared for the headliner to have to use the restroom halfway through the set.

When this happens, they will ask for a volunteer from the audience to vamp for two minutes (“Does anybody have a talent?”)

Always raise your hand.

If someone asks for volunteers, just do it. Don’t think twice.

Raise. Your. Hand.

Especially if said comedian asking for a volunteer is Natasha Leggero.

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The circle is now complete: 10 years of Revenge of the Sith

star_wars_episode_three_ver2The year 2005: An elegant time in a more civilized movie age.

But that’s just my opinion.

It’s also my opinion that Star Wars: Episode III: Revenge of the Sith is among my top five films ever.

I’m not going to bore you with the details of why I love Episode III as much as I do or why your anger toward it is misguided and will lead you down a dark path full of hate and suffering.

I’m just here to reminisce about May 19, 2005.

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The night I met The Avengers

AvengersThe day of May 4, 2012 was hectic.

It was the due date of my Theory of Knowledge final paper, the last and probably most stressful assignment of my junior year of college at Arkansas State University.

As soon as that was done, I would commence packing up my dorm room and squeezing all my belongings into my 1996 Oldsmobile Bravada for the return trip to Northwest Arkansas a few days later.

May 4th also brought the beginning of a three-day trip with my dad and two high school friends, Mason and Brian, to Talladega, Alabama for a full weekend of NASCAR racing.

But those were the least of my worries for May 4th.

No, my biggest concern was a little, pretentious movie titled, Marvel’s The Avengers. Continue reading

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Ninety Minutes with my Cable Guy

Carter

Carter

My cable guy was a month late.

No, not to install my cable. He arrived safely within the two-hour window of 5 – 7 p.m., which I had scheduled three weeks ago.

My cable guy, Carter, was born a month late, 24 years ago.

I found this out about 20-25 minutes into his install of my cable, internet and a phone service I won’t pay for (“Do you know how many times I hear that a day?”).

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The Office of Bonnie Thrasher

bonnie-thrasherThe first thing you noticed when you walked into the office of Bonnie Thrasher was that you couldn’t see much of it.

Her dwelling, located on the second floor of the Communications building, which I first visited during my freshman year at Arkansas State University in early 2010, was the epitome of  a journalist’s cubicle in a newsroom.

The wall was covered in credentials for college media conferences, plaques and pictures.

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Leonard Nimoy, 1931 – 2015

NimoyEveryone has their own Mount Rushmore.

I’m talking about the hypothetical mountain, located in the middle of nowhere in South Dakota that doesn’t have the faces of four presidents blasted and carved into its side.

The mountain we mentally anoint with create of our favorite actors, athletes, singers, etc., in their place.

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Highway 20-something

With my current state of unemployment and my longest stretch at home in two years I’ve had ample to time to consider what the rest of my 20s will feel like.

It will be like I’m driving down the highway in my blue 2003 Dodge Durango.

The radio will be on, playing the rock station I’ve listened to for years. But I’m not really listening. I’ll be enjoying the company of my closest friends from high school.

The mile markers pass. The jokes and insults fly. We’ve shared them a hundred times before but no one cares.

Then the mile markers start to get bigger and off ramps more frequent. Continue reading

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