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Of Kings and Knights 

Here is an e-mail conversation that occurred at approx.10:30 AM PT this morning betwixt M.Sto and myself.

First, however, it is important to note that The Grizz is way into telescopes, has never been on the Internet and has been to a book store one time in the past ten years and that was only to get some books for M.Sto for Xmas. In addition, I had to go with him to the Borders and he was in awe over the fact that I immediately knew where all of the books would be.

M.Sto: Dad has found a reason to use the Internet. He's researching telescopes. He also read a book about them and has 2 magazines he's now reading. I can't believe it's taken me 20 years to get him to read something that's not about electricity. He actually said "let's go to Borders" yesterday.
Jessica: Whoa. Telescopes are sort of electric, right? Perhaps that is the connection.
M.Sto: They are mechanical and have to do with outerspace, so that appeals to him. They have GPS stuff on them, and some of them can be hooked up to a computer so you can control it from your laptop, which means he might get his own laptop someday. He was in the chess club in H.S., maybe he'll be a computer/trekkie nerd as a retiree. He was also talking about how you can hook up a camera and take pictures of the galaxies far, far away--
Jessica: He played chess in HS?!?!?!?!?!!!!!
M.Sto: Si, The Grizz was in the Chess Club. You didn't know that? Where do you think he honed his chess skills? He was on the wrestling team too. He got a varsity letter.
Jessica: I knew the wrestling part, but... The Grizz in the Chess Club? This is so going on my website.

After this conversation, I thought about two things:

1.) Why does M.Sto think she's Spanish?

2.) My Dad was in the Chess Club and I didn't know it? Not surprising. The Grizz has never been overly forthcoming with his life details. The only reason that I knew he lettered as a Varsity wrestler was because I came across said letter tucked away in his top drawer. (I was looking for his stash of quarters -- The Grizz hoards away coins in the belief that "one day they'll have to call me to make change!" I think it's his plan to take over the world.) All of the other tidbits that I've learned about his past have come from yearbooks, photo albums and stories from family members. The Grizz and his brothers used to do some crazy junk with bee bee guns, but that's another story told better by my uncles after they have just finished four wheeling.

Why didn't our dad sit C.Sto and I down to tell us his stories? This is the complete opposite of Big Fish. Maybe that's a part of what I appreciate about him. The Grizz doesn't talk too much, but when he does, it's hilarious. He taught me to do a load of cool crap, even to play chess, and the entire time we just sit, play and goof off. Maybe that is a better way to know someone.

Anyway, if my dad does get on the 'Net, does that mean I have to stop writing about him? And, even better, would he post his gems of wisdom for all to read? He has never read anything that I have written in the past... But, the last time he called me, before we hung up, he said; "Call me if you need anymore quotables for your website." I have made him totally famous.

I really do need to figure out a way to record audio of those calls.

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Rock Walk 

Fun times today with musician Ben Jelen at the Guitar Center.

Surprisingly, the link to Ben Jelen's official site is: www.BenJelen.com

Related Photos: Cow Bell, Guitar & Keytar

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Diss Prunk 

It's 1:00 AMish. I think that might make it the next day.

That was pretty good punctuation. I remembered the apostrophe.

Dude, I haven't been drunk in like, forever. Or a week. Anyway, I am like, "what if I write an entry whilst intoxicated?" Would I get a BWI? Then ticket me, Sir, because I am definitely that.

M.Sto totally can't ground because she's east side. Word. LA rules for drunk people! aldsjfaodf oisdfv aopidfjopiasd jfoiaj!!

Also, did you know that no one owns th edomain for www.drunk.com? You should totally buy it and put some good stuff on there that will, like, fool some drunk people. Or something.

Haha, I just looked at The Gunn's buddy info on AIM and under hobbies it says "pizza."

Awesome.

Tomorrow I will scold myself for posting this. I will later decide that I am awesome for posting this. Then we can all dance around a maypole. (They have ribbons, woot.)

nowiwillgotosleep.

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The Church of J.Sto 

Check out these photos, yo. BTW: They are definitely real. Someone probably sent them to me from Kentucky. Or Kansas. Or somewhere.

One Church  |  Two Church  |  NYC Church

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My Weekend Runeth Over 

My best friend from home, Matt, came into town this weekend. Although we are from the country, we went to two fancy dinners at the Four Seasons and played it all James Bond, and such:

Jessica: I like the 4S and I like your shirt because it's plain except it says "College" across the chest.
Matt: It's my Animal House shirt.
Jessica: Nice. You realize that tonight when you go out every girl is going to call you "College" if you wear that. Or maybe I'll call you Collage. What do you say to that?
Matt: That's fine. I am a mix of all things that are good.
Jessica: What if you were a collage of poodle photos?
Matt: That's just weird.
(beat)
Matt: Call me Collagi.
Jessica: What country are you from?
Matt: Pakistan.
Jessica: Sweet.

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Rocks & Clocks 

Today I went to hang out with Kristen Stewart at the FOX lot. Upon arrival I immediately noticed something awesome...

One of those handy "we bring the wall to you" rock climbing companies had set up a wall.

Jessica: Dude, can we climb that or what?
Rock Climber Dude: Yes, you guys can climb it.
Jessica: That's what I thought.

Excited at a chance to actually use my muscles for something, I tossed my stuff aside, kicked off my stupid fancy shoes and anxiously waited to gear up. My competitive spirit rose and my fingers tingled as I tied up a loaner pair of purple rock climbing shoes. It's go time, baby! Of course I didn't say that out loud. That would have been lame. Although I'm sure I could have pulled it off.

Harnessing up, I couldn't help but feel even more excited. I have been repelling, but that's a different gig. I had never climbed a rock wall. This was definitely a scene out of Alias or something else way cool where I was going to kick some ass. And perhaps save the world. Kristen gave me a few tips and we went for it. She was faster, but Kristen's great at climbing. You might be too if you got to learn to climb for a movie. I wasn't bad and, of course, made it to the top.

It was pretty much a beginners wall and we only climbed for a few minutes, but it was enough to wake something up... something that had been sleeping...

Since moving to LA and focusing on performance I haven't been playing on any sports teams. I hate the gym. I can't go running around my house because it's straight up or downhill. The closest parks are all about 7 miles/30 minutes away. None of my friends like to play dodgeball. (Yeah, I know, WTF is up with that?) It's been too long. My athleticism used to be a good portion of my identity.

I don't think I can call myself an athlete anymore.

I went home, wrapped my fingers around my softball bat, took a few swings, cringed at my rusty fundamentals and vowed to go to the batting cages this weekend. I also bought a basketball so that I can kill some people at HORSE. And by people, I mean whoever is at the playground. (AKA 13-year-olds.) Playing sports feels damn good. I can't believe I've let my skills freeze.

So that comes to today's lesson. Yep, you're damn skippy: This is what I call a "serious post," so you are going to learn something. Lesson: Don't fall asleep. Don't forget what you once worked so hard to learn. You never know when you'll need said talent to thwart some evil guy's plan for world domination.

"A thing is about to happen which has not happened since the Elder Days: the Ents are going to wake up and find that they are strong."

See? It even happens to trees. So it could definitely happen to you. I'm going to get cracking on reviving my sports muscle memory. After all, My Death Clock is ticking away.

Class dismissed. Go climb something.

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