This is taking it too far

But at least that Fat Jedi Kid - you know, the one caught on tape pretending to be a Jedi Knight with a golf ball retriever - doesn't have to worry about being the most ridiculed Star Wars fan ever. That honour goes to these guys.

The Sith Hits The Fans: Jake and Jeremy Go To Star Wars (and other tales from Victoria)

A combination of available time off and a motherly guilt trip meant I spent two brief days visiting in Victoria on the weekend. I got to see my moms, who I haven't seen since Christmas (yes, I am a bad son), and my homeboys, Jeremy and Greg.
Every time I go back to the island, it's like a trip down memory lane. I think I could even live in Victoria, despite the weather. And hairy-legged women.
I arrived on Sunday night, and got to spend some time with my mom. Somehow, the conversation turned to adoption, and of my long-lost half-sister, who my mom has been searching for for many years. Knowing that I have a sister out there somewhere, who I have never met, and probably doesn't even know I exist, is a strange and motivating feeling. I decided to join the search, with step one being registering with the NYC adoption list. That way, anyone wishing to track down their birth family can do so... but it involves the adoptee making the first step. I wonder if she will, or if she's carried a burden of bitterness all these years, and wants nothing to do with her mother. We'll see.
Day 2 on De Island, I was woken up by Rave-On, my newest and furriest sibling. My mom's Portugese Water Dog elects to wake me in the morning by A) Gnawing on my feet, or B) Head-butting and licking me to death, or C) all of the above.
Let me tell you, it's a wonderful way to start the day.
After lunch with Kool and the Gang (my name for some long-time family friends, whose last name happens to be Kool), I hooked up with Jumbo before we went to see Star Wars. The last time I was in town, the two of us regressed rather embarassingly, with his wife calling Jeremy on his cellphone at 4:30 a.m., going "Umm, where are you?" So, needless to say, she seemed rather dubious when I promised that there would be no repeat performance....
Star Wars was cool. Cheesy, lots of great special effects, campy dialogue .... everything you could want in a Star Wars movie. I have closure now, too...
We hooked up with the Tower of Power, Greg, after the movie, and hit the Sticky Wicket's roof-top patio for several jugs and lots of commiserating. Good times, good times. Except that Jumbo talked about his brand-new Ipod mini WAAY too much. Two words for you, my friend ... "Mine's Bigger" ... ;)
While Jeremy got home without incurring the Wrath of Annie, I stumbled in the doors at about 4:30 a.m., and missed my 8 a.m. breakfast call with my mom. I think she took pity on me - especially after the dog accosted me in bed.
But that was the weekend, and I'm back in K-town now. Back to the grind, back to chores, back to work. Life goes on...

PEACE

Oh ya... one more thing... thanks to everyone who dropped a dime and gave me their two cents on my last post (see below). I appreciate the thoughts, the wisdom, and the "Boy, are you CRAZY?" that everyone gave me. The situation is very plain to see, even if I already knew it before ... Life goes on.

Today, we get personal: A call for advice

My role among my friends usually is that of "Dear Adams." I'm a sounding board for emotional, relationship, career, and life problems. In some people's cases, all four (what up, Dounia?).
But now I find myself in a situation where the roles have been reversed, and I am the one seeking input. I think I've built up enough credit helping others that I'm due some sage words of advice from my friends.

Now before I continue with my melodrama, let me say that I have NEVER asked for advice when it comes to relationships or dealing with the aftermath. Not when I got a "Dear Jake" letter while overseas, not when I tried dating a woman 13 years my senior, and not when the woman I intended to marry started screwing her co-worker after we lost our baby.

Anyways, my problem can basically be summed up like this: "The heart makes choices the head knows not why."
Most of you may, or may not, know that I broke up with my girlfriend of nine months about four weeks ago. Was it a serious relationship? Not really. Not in the sense that we were going to get married, or anything. But we spent nearly every day together during that time.
Now, the reason I broke up with her, is she treated me with a sort of casual indifference in public - like I was the only option available to her - despite the fact she did have feelings for me. I hate to throw around cliches like "emotionally unavailable," but ... that pretty much describes her.

Now, having made the "smart" decision of parting ways with her, I find myself thinking of her all the time. And I mean ALL the time. It's quite frustrating, actually, knowing that I made the right decision, but being tortured by it.
I thought the key would be to jump back on the wagon, and get back in the dating game, but I forgot just how vapid and shallow the majority of women in this town are. And besides, I don't feel the desire. If I go clubbing these days, it's just to hang with my friends - not for the post-bar gymnastics.

So... any suggestions? Email me with your thoughts, opinions, or whipped jokes. I'll read em all ...

May Long Weekend...

... And ya'll know what that means... SUMMER IS HERE, baby!
I took my still as-yet-unnamed baby out for a shakedown cruise today, and gaawwddaamn, I remembered why I bought it.

My Boat
Originally uploaded by smoove_J.

Yeah, it was kind of cold, gray, and windy, but that all faded to the background once I got out on the water and laid the hammer down. You know those gravity-pods the astronauts train in? The ones that make their faces all pulled back? Yeah... that was me.
Banging over the waves at about 60 mph, barely touching them, the wind blasting me in the face... LAWD it was nice.
Of course, when it was time to head to the boat ramp, I seem to have forgotten how to dock. Rank amateur doesn't even describe my maneuvers in there, but luckily, there was no one around to see it. Or, at least, that's the way I choose to remember it.

That was pretty much the highlight of my day, though. The lowlight was watching the Suns/Mavs game, only to have the cable short out... with 38 seconds left and the Suns down by three.
So I missed Nash draining a trey with 5.2 seconds left to send it to overtime, then missed his heroics in the OT period. Hmmm... and to think I almost ended up playing on his high school team. Strange how life works out sometimes...

I'm heading to Victoria on Sunday, and won't be back for a couple days, so don't be mad if you don't get a response on email.

PEACE

Googlin along

So, when I'm at work, procrastinating (like I am now) or trying to fool my boss into thinking I'm working (like I am now) I sometimes do a lil Googlin.
It's amazing the stuff you can find when you do searches on your friends, family or even yourself.
There is a JJ Adams out there who is a character in a japanese Manga (cartoon), that's a "good-looking, slick-dressing Police sharpshooter women swoon for." Hmmm... sounds familiar.
In an email exchange with the webmaster of one of his fan sites, I proudly boasted of my connection to her hero, to which I got the reply: "Errr... you do know JJ is gay, right?"
Well, that's karma for you...

Anyways, after googling my MOM on Sunday, I came across an article that was published in a kayaking magazine a couple years back. She wrote this after we went up the Johnstone strait for a couple days. The defining moment came when we were surrounded by a pod of whales. I can remember looking down, seeing this massive Orca swimming under my boat. It was moving so fast, and so terrifyingly huge, it was like some nuclear sub had just passed me. Anyways, it really gave me some perspective on where I sit on the food chain. Check it out here.

It's been a while

My bad, people. Your nasty emails telling me to update the blog have not gone unheeded... just ignored until now.
So, what's new, you ask? Well, I'm a pinch away from 30, broke up with my girlfriend, am watching my lawn die because I can't remember how to do my irrigation maintenance, and checking the mailbox every 10 minutes for my tax return.
I'm sure the only one that will stand out is "broke up with my girlfriend." I can hear the cries of sorrow from my dad's house, where he and my stepmom are mourning the fact they will have to wait even longer for grandkids. Sorry, Pops. That's just the way things go ...
It was my sister's birthday on the 2nd, and I called her to give her my annual blessing... and got the wrong number. So my minute-long Barry White-ish rendition of Happy Birthday went unappreciated by the lady on the other end who waited until I was done singing to ask me "Who the HELL is this?" Yep, I was a little chagrined...
Anyways, big shout out to my sister, who is now the big Three-Four.
Damn. She old.
She does, however, have pretty wicked taste in presents, sending me a skateboard autographed by Tony Hawk. Those in the mainstream media call him the Michael Jordan of skateboarding. For those of in the know, he was the first person to land a 900 in competition - and that's phat.
Umm, what else... Nothing, really. Once I get my check from the good ol government, I'll have my boat in the water, and be havin a good ol time. So there will be plenty to report when that happens...

until then...

PEACE