I was happier then.

The Shins - "New Slang"

...the song that will change your life.

A Year Ago Today

I was driving west. Somewhere between St. Louis and Tulsa. A fucking year ago.  Look what we've done in a year. Amazing I think. Of course a lot was sacrificed. I guess it just goes back to the old saying; "Would you rather be rich and sad or poor and happy." I used to always say poor and happy and up until recently that seemed like the road I was on. But now I can see things clearer. A lot clearer. I spent all of my life wanting something, something that to most people seemed ridiculous.  And now here I am on my way of getting what I wanted. You would think I would be happy. Well I am. But I'm also very sad. I've recently found out that life, well it throws shit at you. And most of the time you get hit with that shit. And sometimes that shit makes you really sad. So it really doesn't matter if I turn the next corner and boom...I'm rich. Wether if it's wealth, or success within your passion, rich doesn't overcome sadness. It never will. Because sadness comes from when you lose something that you loved more than yourself. And knowing that you will never have it again will make you sad forever...

-- Steven M. Sims

What do you do now my blue-eyed son...

I punched myself today.  Not on purpose like that stupid Jim Carrey movie.  Just karma slapping me around.  I deserved much worse.

What's on my shuffle?

Bright Eyes  [At The Bottom Of Everything]

Coconut Records  [West Coast]

Modest Mouse  [The World At Large]

Anything by The Shins

...and of course, Ryan Adams

What's on my shirt?

PEZ

What's on my mind?

Pizza in the fridge and some other things.

Why am I doing this?

Because I'm about as lame as they come.

I just moved.  Here is one of my new drawers.  Exciting huh?

sunglasses -- broken.

trojans -- probably expired in 2003.

remington bag -- awesome.

credit card receipts -- suck.

Another exciting Wednesday night.  Goodnight.

My Humps Day

Official "West Coast" music video by Coconut Records.

I don't know much about the footage in the video, but that doesn't matter.  Listen to the lyrics. I don't know if it will get you through the rest of the week, but it will at least make you think a little.

And I miss you...

Bro-pocalypse Now? ...No thanks.

How I Met Your Mother - No Tomorrow

This was the first episode that I watched since I left Pittsburgh almost a year and a half ago.  I also believe it was the first episode to air after the strike.  It hasn't lost it's touch. Not one bit. Take a moment and check out the full episode.  It might teach you something, I know it did for me.  (full episode on cbs.com)

Smile all the time...

Wilco - "How To Fight Loneliness"

My Girl, My Dream & My Mom

Lohan is pissed and so is my mom...

I hate to spoil a good thing, but sadly it wasn't me in the infamous "Lindsay BJ" photo which hit the web last week. I realized this when I remembered that I haven't been with a chick in over two years. What I was really looking at was a freeze frame from a dream I had the night I saw Georgia Rule. I also found out that this isn't even Lohan, just some hussy who probably was a member of Zeta Tau Alpha during college.  So why are people so angry?

Well for starters no one informed Miss Lohan of the mistake, so she's pissed.  According to The Sun Lohan left several messages on the voicemail of ex-lover Calum Best saying: "I can't believe you would ever fucking do this to me, I should have listened to everyone." -- or at least read the WOW Report.  Opps.

As for my mom.  Well she just wasn't happy with the fact that I used the word "hummer" on the same page as Mr. Rogers.   She knows better than to think that I'm getting any.  Sad, I know.

How To Fight Loneliness

...Drink until you can't remember [saturday]

...Listen to Phish albums [farmhouse is a must]

...Write [lame blogs seem to always be my weekness]

...Smile all the time [a wilco suggestion]

...Kiss anyone, anywhere, anytime [kissing the lipless]

...Think of past times fighting loneliness [2003, 2005]

Monday Hangover

There wasn't a time not too long ago when three day weekends would just blur into a "drunken haze", which no matter what was remembered you knew there was a story and that someday that story would mean something.  Now years later, older, wiser and much fatter, the stories begin to unfold and the times continue to change. Over the weekend the Falco crew held their first Los Angeles premiere which ended in a night of good times, raved reviews and a lot of love.

For the first time Falco Films screened the long awaited Destroying Jonah Hill and I must say the response was fabulous.  An evening of old friends, new friends, young friends and blue friends (lady in blue) came out to enjoy my bad acting and Roach's incredible screenwriting. The film screened at 9:15pm and by 9:52pm the return of a loud, care free nineteen year-old Sims took to the stage.  Six hours later I was passed out on the front porch of the very place where Dylan and I spent so many hours cutting the film.  As I laid there, attempting to put together thoughts of the last six hours, I saw things.  Things from the night that at one moment seemed awesome but now just a blur within a "drunken haze".

I enjoyed last week's 'How I Met Your Mother' episode, No Tomorrow. Not because I found myself doing the same things Ted was doing Saturday night, but because like Ted I have grown away from the small things that forced me to live in fear, but have still found myself falling back into ways I grew out of. It's not bad to fall back into these ways, we just can't stay there long. Unlike waking up on a Monday five years ago, today I woke up and did not regret, but slightly frowned upon the last three days. Sure they were a blast and set the course for the next chapter of my journey, but in no means reverted me back to that guy.  The "Bro-pocalypse" that was once a common lifestyle. See, no matter who we are or where we may be in our journey's, we always have a lot to learn. And most of the time it's things we have already learned and just misplaced along the way.

Thanks to everyone who came out to our first official screening.  I promise there will be many more, so if you missed it hold on a little longer, because we are far from the end with this flick.

Matt Casta - "Mr. Pitiful"

P.S. I'm sorry if I broke anything in your house Dylan.  That includes hearts.

Any Press is Good Press

Chubarama: A blog dedicated to chubby men, silverdaddies, hairy bears, and heavyset celebrities!

I must say this is a one for the books. Very flattering, but I told myself if I ever go gay it would be with Spilner. Thanks to Chubarama for the plug.  For their enjoyment I posted one of my more sexier photos.  Enjoy...

Sims circa fall 2004