July 21, 2003

• Searching for my last name on the web, I came up with these...
  
  Mark does a sort of interpretive sign language singing. He does it as a Christian ministry, and I'm fine with that. People gotta do what they gotta do. Besides, he's probably a relative, so I better not giggle.
  
  Bentley is one of the grandsons of Robert Mitchum (and, oddly, so am I). He's been in movies, I haven't. He gives seminars, and I don't. His grandpa was arrested for possessing marijuana. My grandpa was a tea-totaller. I'm tempted to approach Bentley about a site re-design, because... well.
  
  So you're in England and you want to go surfing. Why not go to Mitchum Meadow? It's just a few minutes away from Croyde, known for its hospitality and numerous public houses. Please, however, leave Fido and Junior at home. And don't pitch a frame tent. And what's that, an RV? Hie thee homeward! Oh, and don't bother showing up in a month not named August. Yes, it's a little bit of California dreamin' in North Devon!
  
  Need a sue-happy counselor? Throw down some MITCHUMLAW! (Again, I should solicit a web site re-do..)
  
  Eric is the athlete I never was (or really ever intended to be). It turns out he's just a hop, skip, and jump (and a few more hops, skips, and jumps after that) to the south, in Eugene, OR. Maybe he's one of the Eugene Anarchists... Naw, he's an honor student at the University of Oregon.
  
  Apparently, being a political pain in the ass is a sort of recessive family trait that crops up from time to time. That article is so sad. It's obvious that the paper was happy to see him go. I mean, surely they had a better picture...?
  
  Anna took some pictures. Make up your own captions.
  
  "Your kung fu! Is no GOOD!" I like the sound of 'sensei Mitchum.' I also like the transcultural sound of this sentence from that web page: "His three sons, James Tatsuo, Leon and Steve, became proficient karateka and helped in running his dojo."
  
  Je suis un comic-book tres bizarre, en Francaise. (Translation)
  
  Oh bury me not... On the lone prarie... I'd actually be interested in going to the Mitchum Family Cemetary, just out of sheer morbid curiosity. So to speak. Maybe next time I'm in South Carolina.
  
  Dominick, Niobrara Senior Class of 2003, could teach us all a thing or two about not having regrets. He also confirms that, while the name Mitchum carries no stigma, someone somewhere has created a rule that combining last name Mitchum with middle name Joseph turns you into the nerdiest kid in your class. I'm glad my parents named me after my grandpa Joe, but I wish they had known the consequences!
  
  Oh crap. I'm laughing at my relatives.

  • 11:09 pm
  • 2 Comments