September 11 is a day that will go down in history. It is a day that nobody will ever forget... For on that day all those years ago humankind witnessed one of the greatest tragedies this world of ours has ever seen. A loss so great that just the thought of it alone is enough to make a man question his faith... for how could the Lord almighty allow such atrocity to occur... Things will never be the same.
On September 11 2003, the world lost John Ritter.
John Ritter was born in Burbank, California. His mother was Dorothy Fay, an actress, and his father singing cowboy/matinee-star Tex Ritter. He attended Hollywood High School where he was student body president, and later attended the University of Southern California where he was a member of the Phi Gamma Delta fraternity. He majored in psychology and minored in architecture. His first taste of fame came in 1966 at the age of 18 when he was a contestant on The Dating Game.
While Ritter was still in college, he traveled all around Europe where he would perform in plays. After his 1970 graduation, his first TV acting experience was a campus revolutionary in the TV series, Dan August, starring Burt Reynolds and Norman Fell. In 1971, Ritter landed his first movie role in The Barefoot Executive.
John's start in television was on The Waltons where from October 26, 1972, to December 23, 1976 he played Reverend Matthew Fordwick. Ritter appeared on a total of eighteen episodes. As he was not a weekly cast member, he had the time to pursue other roles, which he did until the end of December 1976, when he left for a permanent role on Three’s Company.
While John had headlined several stage performances already, it was his starring in the hit sitcom Three's Company in 1977 that launched him into the stratosphere. John played Jack Tripper, a single ladies' man and culinary student who lived with two female roommates Janet Wood (played by Joyce DeWitt) and Chrissy Snow (played by Suzanne Somers). In the show John pretended to be gay so the landlord was never suspicious of the trio's living arrangements. The show spent several seasons near the top of the TV ratings in the U.S. before ending in 1984. The series has been seen continuously in reruns and is also available on DVD.
I have never really gotten super into video games. I like playing them, and since a kid I have always had one system or another to play, but I just don't get sucked into the world of gaming like other people seem to. Video games are the type of thing I can spend an hour tops on, and then feel the need to do something else. One thing that makes games more entertaining to me is creating my own stories, characters and scenarios within the games themselves to make them seem more interesting.
I remember playing the game Porsche Challenge on the PlayStation.
At a local Dymocks bookstore they will often have book signings. Days where for a few hours or so someone who has written a book will turn up and sit at a table and sign copies of said book. Most of the time it is Australian authors that nobody really knows. Sometimes it's ex-rugby league players or other retired sport folks. These signings are always advertised with sheets of white A4 paper featuring the date and time of the signing stuck up on the bookstore window, usually alongside a book display.
One day I was walking by the bookstore and I spotted some of the familiar posters, this time sitting next to copies of the book Lazarus Rising, the autobiography of former Australian prime minister John Howard. I got real excited at the prospect of John Howard hanging out at this bookstore signing books and having a laugh with some Central Coast folk. I rushed over to the store window to check it out. Upon further investigation though I found out that he would not infact be at the bookstore, and instead a dinner had been organised at a local yacht club.
Throughout the week I kept thinking about John Howard and how I would still like to meet him. I called up the bookstore to ask about the advertised event and found out that tickets to the dinner were $100 each, with proceeds going to some charity. I thought that sounded like a lot of money just to meet John Howard, but I still felt like it was something I needed to do. And it was for a good cause. I don't know what the cause was, but it had to be something good. I got the phone number of the people putting on the event, and called them up to book a ticket.
On the night of the event I turned up at the yacht club, and realised that everybody else in attendance was extremely old. There was nobody there under the age of sixty. I went up to the bar and ordered a drink, and then proceeded to await the big arrival.
All throughout primary school I lived fairly close to the particular institution upon where I received my education. However as I made the transition from primary to high school, I was introduced to the school bus. The days of walking home and getting into mischief were now behind me and had been replaced with boarding a bus and getting into mischief. Along with the introduction of the school bus naturally came the introduction of the school bus driver.
The school bus drivers were like characters in our life. We got to know them. We talked to them. We constantly referenced them. Sure they were grumpy old pricks that yelled at us and told us to shut up.
People selling shit is fairly commonplace. People make shit and they want to offload it, in the process hopefully making more in profit than they initially spent when making said shit. It's understandable. At some point people decided that it was easier and more effective to pay somebody else to sell their shit on their behalf. And I guess that is where advertisers and PR companies came from. There is something very evil about it all, but many of these people are undeniably highly intelligent individuals, turning the selling of shit into an art form.
But then there are the bottom feeders. Uncreative people who sell shit on behalf of people via half arsed email campaigns.
Gosford is a city located on the Central Coast of New South Wales, Australia, approximately 76 km north of the Sydney central business district. The city is situated at the northern extremity of Brisbane Water, an extensive northern branch of the Hawkesbury River estuary and Broken Bay. It has a population of 155,271.
Today I plan to write about some of the people and places that make Gosford wonderful!
From ages 4-16 I collected all my boogers. It started out when I was around four years old. I liked to pick my nose and roll the boogers into balls. I used to do this all the time. I started realising that sometimes through the day I started getting these boogers to a decent size...like maybe the size of a marble. I would leave them on my window sill when I went to sleep at night, but the in the morning when I awoke I always would find out that my efforts were always in vain, as the boogers had dried out making them completely worthless.
At this point I started thinking. What if I was to put the boogers in the fridge over night? I decided to try it out.
This world that we all live in is a pretty crazy thing. Technology is moving forward at a blazing pace, making things very convenient in lots of ways. There are always things being invented that only a year or two prior everyone would have been unable to even fathom. Over the years there have been many amazing creations and inventions that have changed the world. Things that have changed our lives in ways that we are unable to comprehend. Today I am going to write about a few of them...
THE MIRACLE OF HUMAN FLIGHT
Do you ever think about how amazing flying is?
Isn't it funny how human beings need to define and categorize everything. Everything needs to be kept track of. Everything needs to make sense and neatly fit into a little box. Like time for instance. It's crazy how we've developed this pedantic little way of measuring time. We have centuries and decades and years and months and weeks and days and hours and minutes and seconds. So much work has been put into making sure this all slots together nicely. It's funny to think about cavemen dealing with this kind of system. Really they would have just recognized day and night. The daytime was light and you were able to go out and do things. At night it was dark and hard to see, so it made sense to sleep.
Do you ever spot a crow and think about how big it is? Were they always that big? I don't think they were. As a kid there was no way they seemed as big as they do now. Normally, it's the other way around...things seem really gigantic when you're a child and they get smaller the older you get. But with crows it's the exact opposite. It's not just their size either... They're noticeably more intelligent as well. You're always spotting them using their intellect to achieve things that would not be possible for other animals. I believe we are witnessing the fast track evolution of the crows...
Not too long ago, I was at work, on my lunch break sitting on the curb outside a nearby restaurant.