Undue Stress

So, if you haven't heard, Wesley's been allowed to travel overseas while he waits out his appeal. I like to think my bake sale played a small part in this decision. It was a great success in a lot of ways and made it easy to find person to support the cause. We sold tons of stuff, but most of what we made, we ate. It doesn't matter though because Wes got some what of a reprieve! It's great for Wesley and great for us, really, because we get to see him in a film while he's stuck in the pokey. That'll make the wait a lot easier to bear, I think. Any way, in the meantime I'm going to make it a personal duty to look through Wes's Business Records and see if there's anything I can tell the Fed that might get him off early. No, I'm not telling you why I have access to Wes's records, but the fact is that I do and I'm gonna use it wisely.

Wesley Bake Sale

We're having a Free Wesley Snipes bake sale this Saturday in front of my house. Nadia is making her famous walnut white chocolate cookies and I'm making an apple cake and a bunch of vegan cup cakes (we live in a hippie dippie area, which is what makes this rant to the sixties extra salient to me). We've already started posting signs around the neighborhood and posting online. I wonder why people have been ripping them down and flaming me on message boards. We just want to Free Wesley. What's wrong with that? I've yet to find someone who truly understands what I'm trying to do here. It's a bit messed up. Nadia says that most people don't share our love of Wesley but I think it's just a matter of finding people who do. How hard can it be? I think with our bake sale we'll convert a lot of people to the cause because everyone loves cookies, right? Cookies are great.

Free Wesley Snipes!

So I've started a club to free Wes from jail. Free Wesley Snipes! Has a great ring to it, no? Now I just need to find people to join up and create real movement. Maybe then we could not only get him out of jail but also back into the movies. Woody could totally help out since they're a great team. Wes-Woody for president! Yeah, that's my dream. Unfortunately I'm having trouble getting my usual person lookup program to work so I need to find new avenues to explore. You wait, this is totally going to work! And if it doesn't...well, we'll talk about that then. Right now I'm a little unhappy with myself. I gained 10 pounds in two weeks by eating chocolate and cookies and not heading out to jog like usual. What can I say, I've been depressed over Wesley. Now I'n worried about lap bands and type 2 diabetes! If it's not one thing it's another. Next update some good news, I promise.

My Wesley Dreams Crushed

So much for my dream ticket. Wes just got convicted of Federal Tax Evasion for like millions of unpaid taxes going back to the early 2000s. God damn it, Wesley. Or, you know what? No. God damn it, America. Why did Wes' popularity flounder like it has? He deserves star roles...leading man spots. He's a handsome, virile, physically fit man who can play almost any role you throw at him. Othello? Check. Kung-fu movie? Check. Vampire movie? C'mon, that's a stupid question and you know it. The man SHOULD be box-office gold, but for some reason the people can't handle him. You know what might do it? Another Woody-Wes buddy movie. I think that would bring the audience in in droves and drive up his standing in the eyes of Hollywood producers. Unfortunately, it'll probably never happen. People are scared, and they don't want to give him another chance. It's really too bad, because a Woody-Wes ticket could take both Hollywood and Washington by frickin storm. Only in my dreams, I suppose. I really need to person search for others who share my views. Start a Wes and Woody movie watching club or something, or at least just search people together. Oh and this may be a list of celebrity sex tapes we hope we never see, but how about this list of celebrity sex tapes we WOULD love to see? Numbers 1-10: Rosie, Woody, and Wesley...hell yeah! I would pay good money for that sex tape. That would be some hardcore Primal Nutrition.

Finding the Right Presidential Candidates

Nadia and I have been going Woody and Wesley crazy lately. I apologize if you--the reader--are getting a little tired of my obsession with the Snipes-Harrelson ticket. Damn, speaking of which, how about an Independent ticket of Snipes-Harrelson next November? I know it's been awhile since they've had a current hit, but they show "White Men..." and "Money Train" on cable like every week, so I know they still have a place in the public consciousness. Woody's got cred with the liberal/hippy vote, and Wes could probably perform strongly among black voters. Fans of awesome buddy movies would definitely flock to their ticket, I'm pretty much sure of it. They'd also get Cheers fans, Blade fans (vampire movie fans, for that matter), and the interracial friend demographic. I don't know. You might think this is silly, but I think there's really something to it. You tell me. Write back. I want to hear if there's a lot of public sentiment in support of the Harrelson-Snipes ticket. Okay, I gotta run, but I'll leave you some person search links that will certainly help you find a person online. Or if you don't want to find a person, you can read this hilarious Rant Farm - To Garfield Minus Garfield. So, yeah. Think about Wesley and Woody.

Finding Commonalities in Wesley and Woody

So Nadia read my last blog, and besides being extremely flattered by all the devotion I was expressing, she realized that we have something else in common: a love for Wesley Snipes films. More specifically, we both absolutely love Wesley Snipes/Woody Harrelson buddy movies. I mean, their onscreen chemistry is freaking undeniable, and all of their movies together have been amazing. Everybody knows about "White Men Can't Jump," which stars Woody and Wesley as streetball hustlers from very different places. Woody's the goofy white guy who can't swallow his pride; Wesley's the cool black dude who'd rather "look good and lose, than look bad and win." Both have to do some soul-searching before realizing that the very thing that intially puts them at odds with each other is the same force that shatters racial boundaries and brings them together: street basketball. Their chemistry is still apparent in 1995's "Money Train," where they play foster brothers/transit cops plotting to foil a corrupt transit official and hijack the "money train." Jennifer Lopez, in an early, pre-J-Lo role, plays the love interest of both brothers. Apparently, every Woody and Wesley movie needs a fiesty Puerto Rican. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, is what I always say. Heck, even the litte-watched "Wildcats" from 1986 saw Wesley's first major performance coincide with an early Woody role. Anyway, I just think it's amazing that we have so many things in common, from Wesley/Woody films to people search engines to finding people. People say that opposites attract, which could be true, but I think people with similar interests are more likely to find lasting love. To paraphrase Rob in "High Fidelity," films, music, books--sharing a love for these things makes a relationship great. Ah well, in other news I sprained my ankle. Watched "White Men" and hit the courts, inspired, only to land awkwardly and mess up my ankle. I'll be finding a doctor.

So In Love

And the wind cries...Nadia. She's all I think of. I smell her hair on my pillows. I see her face in my dreams. Sorry folks, I'm in love and listening to lots of Jimi. Jimi really speaks to me, you know what I mean? And though I'm white, I can HEAR Jimi. I'm not just listening to Jimi; I'm HEARING Jimi. Wesley Snipes may not think that's possible, but it is. I admit, I wasn't able to do this until I found Nadia. She's opened my heart and my third eye to the magnificence that is Jimi Hendrix and life and love. Thank you, Nadia. And dear readers, I apologize for being all new agey and sappy, but I can't help myself. Obviously my little plan worked out. Nadia loves people searching, and now she's a true people finder. I mean, she can search people better than me, and that's say quite a bit. I always harp on people searching, so of course I urge you all to try it. It worked for me. But if you can't be bothered, at least check this link out for help finding a better you in 2008.

Trouble...Averted

Things were going pretty well with Nadia--great, even--until one of her friends got wind of how I contacted her. Nevermind the fact that this particular friend was present when she gave me her name that first night, and never mind the fact that Nadia was obviously enjoying our time together. Suddenly she was being pressured to drop "the creepy guy" who had "stalked" her for her number. And as much as we are loathe to admit it, our friends have considerable influence over us. Pretty soon I could notice a definite change in Nadia's attitude. She seemed a bit unsure over our new relationship, and I was worried that another breakup would send me into a depression spiral. But instead of acting like the old Nick, I took charge. I didn't give in. People finding isn't creepy and it isn't stalking. Online people search engines allow us to find old friends, lost relatives, and that cute brunette we were flirting with. They promote actual positive, human contact. I knew this to be the case, but I also knew there are some bad connotations floating around that people tend to latch onto. What I needed was evidence to the contrary.

In my search, I found a couple of awesome sites promoting the positive usage of people searches:
Search People
Find People

I think I proved my case. Nadia sure thought so...we're going out this Friday.

Boxes Unpacked....Check

Hey guys! I'm back, and I am feeling a lot better than I did the last time I was here. Actually anything would have been better than the last time I posted something. I was in a real bad place, which you could probably tell. Well, not long after I wrote that, my buddy Brian came over and peeled my off the couch, got me in the shower and made me go out with him. I was miserable at first, but then this really cute brunette starting eyeballing me. Brian kept bugging me to go for it, and finally I went over to where she was standing with her friends and gave her lame line, which she graciously laughed at. We talked for a long time, but she had to go suddenly because one of her friends got really sick. I got her name, Nadia, but not her phone number. I was walking on air on the way home. I woke up in the morning feeling great, so unpacked all my stuff and spent the day organizing my new apartment. By the nighttime, I wanted to talk to Nadia and ask her out, but I didn't have her number, so I started looking up ways to person search someone online. Apparently if you use a people search engine you can find someone in no time at all! I found Nadia's number really quickly. I'm glad she remembered to tell me her last name, or it would have been a little more difficult. The first place I looked was PeopleSearchDigest.com - Public Records Now People Search, which was loaded with info that helped me. Well once I had her number, I had to work up the courage to call her. Luckily she answered when I called, and was so excited to hear from me. We went out that night and I've seen her every week since then. I think things are looking up!

I Live Alone.

Hey, my name is Nick, and I am just your average 26 year guy, living alone.....very alone. So very alone. Sigh. I am blogging because I felt like I needed to talk. This is pathetic. I just moved out of an apartment I shared with my girlfriend for two years. I'm wrecked. She cheated on me, and I moved out. He moved in. I can't even believe this is even happening. It all happened so fast. I didn't even see it coming. I am so depressed. I feel like those people in the depression meds commercials. "Where does depression hurt?" EVERYWHERE! Wow, I am turning to blogging. But maybe this is healthy. Maybe this will allow me to vent and get over it quicker. Or at the least, maybe get me to a point where I can unpack my boxes, and stop sleeping on a mattress with no sheets. Sadness. Ok, I am going to order a pizza and watch Hugh Grant movies (don't tell anyone) with my cat Arnie. Hopefully I am in better spirits next time. If there is a next time.