I rode on a chairlift with the former mayor of Los Angeles this morning. My dad and I were getting on the chair when we were joined by a ski instructor and an older guy, and during the usual chairlift small talk (“Where ya from?”), he introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Dick! What’s your name?” “I’m ...

I’d like to wish a very Merry Christmas to those of you out there who celebrate tomorrow’s holiday. Those of you who don’t will likely get a small giggle out of my plans for tomorrow night. The local Jewish community here in Sun Valley (yes, there is one; the next to last in this list) ...

Perhaps my ego wasn’t the only thing bruised in my fall yesterday. My neck’s been hurting like hell since I woke up this morning. I’m feeling a bit better now with the application of some severely stinky Icy Hot, but still, oops…

I really love to ski. For what is perhaps the stupidest sport known to man, it’s quite fun. I mean really, no other sport could have been as obviously invented by drunken Germans. Please insert your own bad German accent: Hans: Hey Gunter? Gunter: Ja? Hans: Remember that time we climbed the mountain with the ...

I’m leaving tomorrow morning for Sun Valley, Idaho to go skiing for about a week and a half, so blogging will likely be fairly light for the next few days. Unless I fall and break something, in which case it will be very heavy.

So we did Secret Santas at work, and I had been recieving little Spider-man objects all over the place. I kept guessing comic-book infatuated guys were leaving them as clues, but every one I asked denied responsibility. Then I found out that someone told my Secret Santa (who clearly doesn’t know me very well) that ...

My computer ate my address book, so if you think I might want some of your contact information, please click the link to the right where it says “contact me by clicking here”, and send it to me. Email addresses, physical addresses, and phone numbers would be helpful. Birthdays are welcome, although I’ll likely still ...

Giveaways are OVER! Anybody know a good chiropractor in the greater Los Angeles Area?

You know you’ve been working hard when you find at least one new bruise on your legs each day from either moving stuff around or from running into things drunk at the Christmas party. I look like I’ve been attacked by a small child who was punching me in the thighs or something. Either that ...

That would be my cousin Mark peering out of a trash can, because, in his words, “I have too much time on my hands.” Frankly, I’m inclined to agree.