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Poetry: A Lost Piece

Posted in 104, bad ideas, blame society, family, poetry, randomness, ranting, whimsy on February 22nd, 2014 by Hannibal Tabu
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I’m working on a fairly big project with my wife, and it required me to take a trip down memory lane through files more than a decade old, or more. Some of the memories might be best forgotten, truth be told — betrayals I’ve chosen to ignore in order to keep the peace, opportunities that ended up fruitless, and so on. Some, however, cracked me up.

This is a poem I wrote in June of 2003. That was an interesting time … anyway, here goes …

Evanescent moment
between locked eyes and locked lips
where everything is possible,
romance is Schroedinger’s cat
and all the wars and tears of all the world
mean nothing compared to us

“To The Girl My Brother Slept With On Her First Date With Me”
June 22, 2003
By Hannibal Tabu

Simpler times …

Playing (Music): “I’m Your Baby Tonight” by Whitney Houston

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Life: Older 2014

Posted in 104, anniversary, awesomeness, bad ideas, blame society, comics, family, happiness, inspiration, life, relationships on January 20th, 2014 by Hannibal Tabu
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Once again, I stand poised on the precipice of change, winds of possibility buffeting me as I wonder at tomorrow.

The last year has been interesting, from my first health crisis to moving to winning the Top Cow Talent Hunt to a host of other opportunities, challenges, amusements and foibles. I got into Eccleston’s Doctor Who. I saw my wife’s design business expand. I got an iPad upgrade. I DJed the LA County Fair after parties again, plus a number of other fun private affairs. I had enormous challenges in my professional life. I got to see more of my little girls becoming little people, their personalities gelling and becoming what they will be. I cemented a new tradition of birthday karaoke, low stress, fun times, no drama.

I’m still standing. I’m still here. I’m grateful and determined and sleepy and moving forward.

I’m showing off art from an Eisner winner, made from my words. I’m in a long term partnership with a brilliant independent from my home town.

I’m not afraid, most of all. It feels good, especially since I spent most of my life believing I wouldn’t survive my 40th year, like Malcolm or Martin or many others.

On the other hand, Stan Lee allegedly created Spider-Man when he was 40, so let’s see what’s next, shall we?

Should be fun!

Playing (Music): “As” by Stevie Wonder

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Life: Hannibal’s Latest Fender Bender

Posted in 104, bad ideas, blame society, cars, children, driving, failure on October 12th, 2013 by Hannibal Tabu
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A little after noon, I was sitting in the westbound left turn lane on Pico at Alvarado in Los Angeles. I’d recently picked up my youngest daughter from her ballet school and was theoretically heading for a park. I’d just explained the concept of area codes to her and was talking on my headset to a business associate from Chicago.

As the light was turning red, a faded black Acura Legend tried to make the light, ignoring the fact that a gray Toyota Corolla had already begun its legal lefft turn to head east on Pico. The Acura collided into the Corolla at what seemed like quite a high velocity, and the Corolla slid, out of control, into the front left side of my car.


My baby girl was too shocked to know how to react, bursting into tears thirty seconds after the impact. Her baby seat held her securely in place, and my seat belt did as well, even though my phone had been hurled to the dusty floor.

The driver of the Acura (let’s call him Beauregard) was a Mexican national. He didn’t speak English, but the early-twenties Latino driver of the Corolla (let’s call him Bob) was fluently bilingual. Beaurega admitted fault to everyone, and Bob was worried that his dad would be furious, calling his job and warning them that he couldn’t drive nor get to work and worried about attending his south bay college classes.

My wife drove by to pick up the shaken baby and I stayed to take photos and exchange data. Apparently, I was the only one of us who had ever been in an accident before. Two eyewitnesses came to me, offering to share their perspectives, everyone agreeing that my stationary sedan was wholly blameless in this midday fiasco.

I have sustained no injuries. My youngest may have bumped her chin on her seatbelt, but she was fine. Everyone was insured, so it’s all nuisance and paperwork now. Monday morning, I’ll take my car to Collision Consultants off La Cienega and Venice, and we’ll receive the fantastic service they’re well known to provide.

Yes, this is yet another traffic accident I had while completely still. If I’m moving, I’m virtually invulnerable, like a Black Sam Guthrie. As I’d say online, “#lesigh.”
This blog hopefully will answer any questions anyone has.

Playing (Music): “Can’t Hold Us” by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis

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