Thursday, May 7, 2020

I.Toasted.Omar

I might have just had the best day of my life today. At least so far. I just did a "scene" on Zoom with Thuliso Dingwall who played Kenard on The Wire. Spoiler alert. His instagram is @i.shot.omar.




I was supposed to toast Omar but as I was writing I realized I couldn't do it without roasting Thuliso and Tristan/MackWilds just a little bit. I was a little anxious in my head about insulting someone I don't know with no warning, so I messaged Thuliso about it beforehand. He had been coming into the zoom quite a bit for the past five weeks and he's so nice, so the answer was "Of course lol."

Then I felt anxious in my head for asking a stupid question, and then I thought if I asked him to play a little part in the toast by insulting me or threatening me back and it happened today.

I saw that the whole thing was recorded somewhere. I don't know if and when I'll be able to get the full video of it, but if I do, I'll be posting it everywhere.

I am the King of Funny Faces. If you come at me, you best not miss.


Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Sarah Rapelje

Before last month, I thought my oldest known ancestor was Stephanus Terhune, a sheriff who worked for King George during the American Revolution and went on trial after the Colonists won the war.





That was until I found out that he was a fifth-generation descendent of Hans Hansen Bergen and, apparently, Sarah Rapelje, the first European Christian female born in the colony of New Amsterdam in what is now New York.

Her family founded Brooklyn and Queens and she is the 9th great-grandmother of Humphrey Bogart.
See a resemblance?

You might not see that much of a resemblance because Bogart is a descendent of her youngest son, whom she had with her second husband after my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather died. Yeah, so that was a pretty interesting thing I found out today. 

Oh yeah, one more thing, Sarah and I share a birthday 350 years apart.

UPDATE: found this:


Friday, October 13, 2017

Nationally Televised Public Humiliation

January 11, 1987 - Philadelphia, PA


To my father's childhood friend, Geraldine Laybourne: thanks anyway for the tickets. It was the thought that counts.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Published Again



In the eyes of the law, Bullock got a fair trial

By Express-Times Letters to the Editor
on August 28, 2015 at 1:08 PM, updated August 28, 2015 at 1:09 PM

In response to Steve Wilson's letter ("Bullock trial should have been handled on state or federal level," Aug. 10), the trial was held in state Superior Court. Sexual assault and aggravated sexual assault are not federal crimes.

So much moral indignation about this case. It is not at all surprising that there are conspiracy theories about "collusion" and "corruption" on the county level because the judge in the case once worked as a prosecutor where the defendant also served as sheriff. The crime, as described, occurred within the jurisdiction of Warren County. Vicinage 13 is very small. Why not call everyone who ever received a favorable verdict in northwest New Jersey a kiddy rapist? Mass hysteria and jumping to conclusions feels good but it hurts victims.    

The jury was tasked with putting an 86-year-old man who requires a wheelchair and breathing tube in jail for 90 years. The accuser had a criminal record, including time in prison in Wisconsin. This case was lost for one reason: First Assistant Prosecutor Michael McDonald put forward not one unimpeachable shred of evidence to support the accuser's case.

In the eyes of the public, Edward Bullock is guilty as sin. Under the law, he got a fair trial. Not guilty does not mean innocent. Please educate yourself about the law before tarring and feathering an actually innocent man next time.


Erik B. Anderson
San Diego, Calif.
Formerly of Independence Township

Friday, January 23, 2015

They Make Good Films These Days (Just Not in Hollywood ) - #25



This film makes me very excited to be moving to San Diego. I really hope I get the chance to perform a meaningful song and get no applause at all, like what the lead character is looking for. Just to be allowed to finish something in public would be such a blessing.