My life, My card...

I’m in D.C. visiting my brother and his family, and I can’t sleep. Everyone else has gone to bed, so it’s just me and a Time magazine. While flipping through it, I noticed the American Express adverts – you know, the one in which they ask a bunch of famous people to answer some simple questions, then end it with “my card – American Express.”

So, here is mine:

My...

name: Nicholas Saadah
childhood ambition: to be an astronaut
fondest memory: spending my childhood summers in Lebanon
soundtrack: lately – The Nutcracker Suite :-)
retreat: ballet class
wildest dream: to dance professionally
proudest moment: a standing ovation after playing the lead of the Stanford Musical
biggest challenge: not obsessing about things
alarm clock: is really more of a decoration
perfect day: building houses for poor families in Uganda
first job: working at my high school’s bookstore
indulgence: candy!
last purchase: dinner for my mom and friends at Mely’s
favorite movie: Singin’ in the Rain
inspiration: Igor Youskevitch

My life: aimless, but fun
My card: has a $2,000 credit limit, which for those keeping score at home, is lower than the amount offered to college freshmen if they sign up for something for the sake of a free t-shirt!

We don't need no stinkin' badges

So Ollie hates my badge - not sure why, but he attacks it anytime he gets a chance. So I decided to see what would happen if I sat it next to him. The result:

(click on picture to see video)

Deer hunting

So this morning, I woke up at 8am and couldn't go back to sleep. I turned on the TV and there was a show in which these two grown men dressed up in camouflage, spread feces on their faces and lay in the tall grass with rifles waiting to shoot deer.

Now I have a question for the deer hunters of the world - what's so difficult about it? Why do you need to go to the trouble of dressing like a tree, spreading do-do on your faces and being all sorts of quiet to shoot an animal which will often jump into the way of a speeding Mac truck with its horn blaring and lights flashing.

It just seems to me that any action which you can do on accident can't possibly be so hard as to require a costume and poop.

Farewell Leo

One of my favorite actors died last night. John Spencer played 'Leo' on my favourite show, NBC's 'The West Wing.' I know it might sound silly, but I am quite sad right now. You watch an actor play a character who becomes dear to you, and before you know it - they feel like a friend.

Rest in peace John - you will be missed.

This guy's walking down the street when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep he can't get out. A doctor passes by and the guy shouts up, 'Hey you. Can you help me out?' The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole and moves on. Then a priest comes along and the guy shouts up, 'Father, I'm down in this hole can you help me out?' The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on Then a friend walks by, 'Hey, Joe, it's me can you help me out?' And the friend jumps in the hole. Our guy says, 'Are you stupid? Now we're both down here.' The friend says, 'Yeah, but I've been down here before and I know the way out.'
-John Spencer as White House COS on NBC's 'The West Wing'

John Spencer (1946-2005)

Chillin' with my birdie

I know, I know - the last thing you want to see is another picture of Ollie, but this one is really cute. Look at us relaxing on my bed, both eating popcorn!

Opening night!

Our opening night is tonight! Five hours to go and I'm nervous!