Seth Jones Bachelor Party, October '06

In October I was in Kansas for the gala Seth Jones bachelor party. I took my digital camera with me, having it just in case (as usual) and I took it along on our adventures with us. I brought it in the van with us and left it in the front, not knowing if I would be riding shotgun the rest of the night or not and also forgetting I had it there. At some point in the evening someone started taking pictures with a camera. I had assumed this was their own camera but didn't care anyway. That night, after the festivities were over we piled out of the van and I grabbed the camera in the front, thinking it was mine but realizing the next morning it was someone else's. And the someone else (whoever it was) had my camera and we made an exchange. I didn't know anyone had taken pictures with my camera until I got to the next event during which I was going to use my camera and saw there were a bunch of pictures on it I didn't take. I still have no idea who took these pictures.

I know you're not supposed to talk about the bachelor party but I don't think there's anything overly scandalous here. If there is, let me know -- and let me know how much money you plan to send me -- and I'll take it down.

I won't embarrass myself -- or you -- by trying to remember the name of every single person in every picture. You'll notice me in a few pictures and that's Seth in the far background of the second picture but beyond that... you can name them whatever you like

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Some odds n' ends I have lying around, to entertain you until I get the next batch of stuff up here.

People know I live in Hollywood (well, North Hollywood) and they always ask if I've met anyone famous. Yes. Yes I have.

Here's me and Captain America:


Me and Spider-Man:
Me and Capt. Jack Sparrow (in San Diego):
A few months ago I got in a fender-bender and it wasn't until recently that I was able to get the necessary repairs done. There's a place down the street that seemed good enough so I took it in there. In the garage that was right next to my truck was this: No joke.

In case you didn't see this on MySpace. Taken late last Thursday:
(Yeah, I hate the formatting too. But you don't know the near-nightmare I went through just to post these like this. I've heard HTML is good for something but I have no idea what.)

Begin the Begin

To begin, here's a picture of me:













Sorry to disappoint.

I take pictures. Sometimes. When I think of it. But when I do, I seem to take a whole lot of them. So I've been looking for an easy way to share my pictures without having to load them into an e-mail and sending it or, heaven forbid, print them out and actually show them to people in person. I've been using Homestead to design and post my own personal website for years but it doesn't work so well to post a lot of pictures. The magnificent Will Baxter, noted photographer, uses this to post his pictures and it seemed to work so he suggested it to me and it really is as easy as it could be to use. So I'll be posting pictures here for the time being, until something better comes along but I couldn't imagine that so much.

I've done the blogging thing before and I may return to it one day but not here and not now. I'm using this site to post pictures and that's what you'll get. Maybe some assorted comments here and there, mostly captions though. If you want to hear me talk, there are other places for that. For here: pictures.

Pictures coming soon: Halloween '06, Thanksgiving in Kentucky, a long, desolate walk in Indiana, and whatever else I take a picture of. I have a digital camera so I can take a lot.

(This is the second time I've done this. After I published the first version of this, I realized I'd spelled the title wrong and went about redoing it. Then Blogspot wouldn't accept my password and wouldn't send me an e-mail with the password then I tried to contact their customer service to get my password but it wouldn't let me do that without a password. Genius. But I'll give them another chance. But you're on probation, Blogspot.

Also, apparently Blogspot thinks it's proper to have only one space between sentences, not two like any decent typist will put. I don't care for anyone adjusting how I write. You're on thin ice, Blogspot.

Additionally, Blogspot's own name trips its spell-check.)