I've Moved!

Livin' the Future is now in the past...

My new home on the web is at http://www.jersey2bronx.com

Won't you come visit?

Thanks!

Sean

Hello, New Yankee Stadium....

At Home With Sean...

My lack of inspiration to write cooincides with the delivery of my new FLIP video camera.  The following video blog ensues...

Why You Haven't Heard From Me Lately...

And now a special message from Blinky Blinkerton...

25 Random Falsehoods About Me

(Originally posted to Facebook, in response to a bazillion requests for me to post "25 Random Facts About [Myself]," which I ultimately did... although I will be kind and not share THAT here.  :) )

1. I had a twin brother, but he was evil and had to be stopped. So, one day back in the womb, I went all thunderdome on his ass. Two men entered. One man, er baby, left.

2. I am the God of hellfire, and I bring you.... sno cones.

3. I know the secrets to the TV show LOST, and I'm not telling.

4. Once, on a Hawaiian vacation with my family I found this really cool tiki idol. Later that week, Vincent Price tried to touch me.

5. My childhood dream was to be homeless and join the mole people. Fortunately, the current economic downturn is bringing me closer to that dream.

6. I wrote Good Will Hunting.

7. I have had seven past lives. In each one, I was a complete nobody.

8. I tried to bring sexy back once, but it was outside the 30 day return policy.

9. I once challenged Bobby Flay to a throwdown... of awesomeness.

10. I invented water.

11. I believe that Jar Jar Binks is the voice of his generation.

12. I once wrote a three act play that consisted of one act.

13. I'd like to teach the world to sing, but only the first lesson is free.

14. I have a magic 8 ball that works, but it will only predict the future of some dude in Springfield, South Dakota named Dave.

15. I committed all seven deadly sins and lived.

16. I am Batman.

17. Once, at the request of voices in my head, I plowed over my crops and built a baseball field. I lost my farm, my home, my family, and spent 3 years in a mental institution as a result.

18. I celebrate Christmas on August 17th.

19. The red phone in the oval office rings to my cell phone.

20. Only I can prevent forest fires.

21. Since December, 1983, I have been campaigning for NBC to bring back the TV show Manimal.

22. I am the Cat Whisperer.

23. I once placed an infinite number of monkeys in a room. They did not write Shakespeare. They did, however, produce the Canterbury Tales.

24. I have slept with more women than Wilt Chamberlain.

25. God tried to friend me on facebook. I haven't yet decided if I'm going to accept his request.

What is Blog (Baby Don't Hurt Me)?

I started this blog well over two years ago after having “sorta-blogged” on Myspace for a couple of years.  Before I had a blog, I was always kinda “gung-ho” about starting one, yet here mine sits virtually untouched.

Why?

Well, after much deliberation I’ve come up with the following possible reasons:

1.  Sheer Laziness.  While on any given day I may have a million “blog-worthy” ideas and/or opinions, once I’m done with work I generally slip immediately into “relaxation mode.”  It is brainless activity I seek in my free time, and I have no problem pampering myself into a stupor. 

Now, I could give myself a pass here, and bring up that my job is both physically and mentally taxing, leaving me completely wiped at the end of most days, but… I’d be lying.  On most days this is true, but certainly not on ALL days.  Even if it WERE true, there’s always the weekend to consider, and of course the summer – which I usually take off. 

2.  Integrity vs. Disclosure.  Anything I write has to be 100% honest.  That being the case, should I write about personal situations and interactions, I feel that I’m bound to include everything related to said situations and interactions.  If I “self-censor,” then I’m only telling part of the story, which is unfair to both the subject and the reader.   However in some cases if I “tell all” and the subject (or subjects) of my tale should read what I have to say, I will no doubt create hurt feelings, or at the very least an air of discomfort between myself and whomever I discussed (even if I did not “name names,” which I likely would not).

Now, in all honesty I probably WOULDN’T disclose something so personal that it might create a stir between myself and another, but I certainly would want to know that I had the freedom to do so.  I just don’t trust myself enough to allow myself that freedom if and when such a situation arises.

3.  Who the hell am I, anyway?   This is probably the single greatest reason I have not blogged.  At its core, a blog is a public diary, a concept which is contradictory at best.  A diary is something to be kept private – it is a treasure trove of one’s innermost thoughts, and accounts of one’s most personal of memories.  It is not supposed to be for public consumption – in fact the idea of someone glossing their eyes over it is supposed to be abhorrent.

That is, unless you’re an attention whore.  In that case, you’re willing to sell out pieces of yourself – your mind, your heart, your soul, your opinions, and your experiences – all in exchange for the hope that people will view these things and find you somewhat interesting.  This is not to say that all blogs are complete personal exposes, motivated by the writer’s need to say “hey, look at me!”  Although, I do believe that all blogs are at the very least inspired by that need.

Now, it can be argued that anything written for publication has an element of “attention whoredness” at its root, and lest you think I am coming down not just on blogs and bloggers but the written word itself and all who have sailed upon her, I must say that I do not necessarily believe that this is a bad thing.  Some of the greatest works of art, literature and music were purely self-indulgent.  Francis Ford Coppola’s THE GODFATHER was a completely self-indulgent work – so much so that Paramount studios threatened on many occasions to take the film away from him.  However, the film turned out to be one of the greatest movies ever made, spawning an equally phenomenal sequel, and a third which was… well, not so great.  Godfather III was every bit as self-indulgent a work as Godfather I and II (perhaps even more so – he gave his daughter, one of the worst actresses in modern history, a starring role in it), but the result was the complete opposite – it was in every sense of the word, a flop. 

This brings me to my ultimate point.  It is not my feelings towards self-indulgence that are the issue here.  In fact, I will fully admit that my motivation to blog is COMPLETELY self-indulgent.  I’ll even go so far as to say I am a card-carrying attention whore.  My genuine fear is that my self-serving, ego-driven collection of words will not be worthy of your time.  The last thing I want to do is proudly serve up a steamer and then force the public to look at it.  In short, I want to give my readers Godfather each and every time, and never Godfather III.

All this aside, I've decided that I am going to give blogging another chance.  For those of you who decide to stop by and give this blog a read, I thank you in advance, and pray that you do not walk away with a Sophia Coppola aftertaste…

Updates coming soon...

I haven't updated in awhile (obviously), but rest assured fans (and haters)... new tales from Seanland will be coming soon....