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Thomas

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About Me

I'm a father. That is the most important thing about me.

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My Interests

Movies, plays, writing, soccer, football, basketball, indie music, green t-shirts, brown liquor, musicals, interesting and beautiful women, bowling shoes, fiction novels, the poetry of e.e. cummings, teaching, books, digital pictures, random trivia, final fantasy, and making more money.

These little guys are my life, but there's still room for others.

I'd like to meet:

Friends of my friends. Claire Forlani--regal, refined hot!

Music:

Pretty much stick to punk, ska, alt. rock, or whatever you want to call that mixing of genres, and the occasional Dolly Parton bluegrass holla'. Electronic rock is a new thing for me too, but I dig. I sing along way too often too (shower, car, even at work, b/c I'm a dork).

Currently listening to:

Movies:

joblo.com This is the site for movie news, period. Cool reviews, insider stuff, but not that garbage gossip BS that appears on the entertainment and fashion TV shows. And, I'll go ahead and say it, I dig musicals. That's right, you just read that, and since there's no section here for plays, yeah, if you really like the movies, for god sakes go to a play every now and then. They're often just as dynamic in a vastly different way. Clarence Brown Theater, be there.

Some favs:

Television:

HEROES! Man, finally something worth watching. And of course Family Guy.

Books:

LOTR, damn near any lousy literary crap, as I unfortunately am able to see the craft and not the poor story now that I'm college (un)trained. And, reading screen and stage plays is kinda cool too.

Heroes:

My Dad, no BS

My Blog

Kudzu

--I've been working on this for too long, and I am not happy with it, and I'm moving on without finishing it--I rarely do this, but I have a giant block on this one half way through every time--Abraha...
Posted by Thomas on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 08:38:00 PST

The Tate’s Don’t Live Here Anymore

Nana stands wedged in the doorway, her floral dress hugging the doorjamb as much as her rear, arms flung wide, an arthritic smile on her face. I slam the car door shut, smile back and make my way onto...
Posted by Thomas on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 01:14:00 PST

Lonsdale

The bullet crossed five streets to kill Freddie Fred. It streaked invisibly past New St. and Vine, past Austin St. and through the Hawkins dead end, and Freddie Fred felt the sting of involuntary mans...
Posted by Thomas on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 11:52:00 PST

Boxed Butterflies

Jackson clacks his heavy brown-soled shoes on the pearled tile beneath the meat counter at the back of the store. Trinni is snapping the caps off various shampoos a few aisles down, sucking the smells...
Posted by Thomas on Thu, 21 Jun 2007 01:44:00 PST