Long Duk Dong Overdue...

Greetings and Salutations my gracious readers and followers!  All four of you will be happy to know I'm alive and somewhat well.  This blog is still alive as well.  Been a long time I know but it seems I underestimated the whole concept of having a full schedule and the phrase "time flies" was never quite understood until recently.  That being said, it's about time for a blog entry and just catch the world up on all things Greg in a humorous fashion.  At least I like to think its humorous.

So let's see.  I am almost through year one of graduate school.  Been swell but I have to admit, it's damn hard.  It's a higher learning this brain may not be meant to achieve but here I sit talking about the actual completion of one year.   Will he make it?  Sure he will.  In one piece?  Sure.  Pickled like an egg with all my hair falling out?  Probably that too.  At least I will have more education and hopefully more money to buy silly, non essential items like the fourth season of Murder she Wrote! 

In other news, The CuckooLounge is doing well.  Not as busy as I'd like it to be but I find time to dally in it.  We are currently scoring a short film I cowrote (shameless self plugging)  and also scoring a trailer that is seeking funding to be made into a feature length movie.  Full details to come. 

The term cancer has all kinds of new meaning to me. It always resonated as negative to me over the years but also over the years people close to me starting getting it.  Now I not only understand it but I want to fight against it in any way possible.  A blog will be coming soon on this.  I could go on and on..

And of course, it wouldnt be a Orrenism without a funny story.  So I recently bought a soda at the local WaWa.  I am standing in line and reach into my pocket to get cash to pay for the aforementioned soda.  A dollar falls from my pocket and an old homeless guy picks it up.  I think to myself   "It's a buck.  Let him have it and besides that hand looks like it was making brownies recently".   Well before those thoughts could reach my lips, he takes the dollar and puts it back in my pocket for me.  DEEP in my pocket for about three seconds.   We stood eye to eye for a few of those seconds.  My eyes slightly wide, mouth agape.  His eyes, squinted due to the enormous grin on his face.  Two men, two differnt expressions, two different feelings, one dollar.   Who knew all it took was a dollar to get in my pants...........pocket?    And what does the cashier do in this situation?    He says "That'll be $1.05."   Ha.  The hell you say.  I lost more than that in this transaction!   Until next time America, Canada and Lithuania!