I began "It Sucks to be Hugh" early in 2008, not really knowing where I was going, and figuring I'd find my way as I got there. That's the way Stephen King writes, and I'm preposterously envious-- such a thing would never work in the forced economy of screenwriting. So the blog was meant to be an outlet for me to just write, with little revision or remorse, and have fun with whatever came out. I think, as an experiment, it's worked well, although I still battle with the judgment of narcisissm I make against myself for the indulgence of such a thing.
But then, I can never be happy.
Which is exactly why it does-- despite all of my fortune in 2008 (including an Emmy nomination, a new issue of Freshmen, a pilot sale to the SciFi Network and the birth of my first child)-- it does continue to, in certain terms, suck to be me. And that's why we'll continue the adventure in 2009.
But first, a look back. Here are my favorite Sucks moments of the year...
On January 20th, the acute case of Hughness I suffer manifested a dark psychosis that led, as it sometimes does, to self-diagnosis.
On February 9, I quit World of WarCraft. Despite a two-week bender when the expansion came out in November, I'm still on the wagon, and it's still difficult.
On February 11, I ranted against Kanye West's sense of entitlement. I'm sure he's somewhere ranting about me right now.
I still firmly believe in my anti-Valentine's Day rant, too.
On February 26th, with On the Judgment of Quality, I think I hit on something that's at the fundamental core of all of my frustrations. I've thought a couple times about taking that post down-- maybe it's a little too honest-- but I haven't yet. Maybe someday I'll change my mind.
Banana Quik, baby. It's one of the fundamental properties of Hughness.
My love letter to the Food Network. I really love this post, if I may say so. I enjoy the flow of the writing and the videos.
A perfect encapsulation of the agony and the ecstasy that is A Conversation with Poppa Sterb. There was another one of these just last night on video chat that I'll always regret not having recorded.
On May 23, more self-diagnosis. This time: ADD.
I'm still depressed about this: Bananas are doomed. Sorta makes you feel like we should elect Morgan Freeman president and all go hide in caves.
On June 23rd, Batman Day, I reflected on one of the best times of my life.
San Diego Comic Con is a highlight of any year. And here are pictures.
On my birthday, I reflected on some of my favorite celebrations past. What the hell am I going to talk about on my birthday next year???
You've probably forgotten about Lolo Jones, but she shared the heartbreak of her life with the entire world this year, and that said something to bottled-up ol' me.
My Johnny Cupcakes rant tickled a lot of folks, including Johnny himself.
We lost at the Emmys this year. A more emotionally healthy person than myself might have seen the honor at being nominated, or genuinely felt like there are no losers, or taken some satisfaction in the accomplishment. But I ain't that guy.
On September 22, during a visit to Philadelphia, I wrote a bit about what it's like to visit my old neighborhood so far removed from the vibrant memories of my childhood.
In October, I put a shit-flavored Hughstain all over the Baby Birthing Class.
This is what I call solidarity. I love Mila.
I got surprisingly passionate about the misleading politics in the pro-Proposition 8 campaign in this rant.
I still can't believe I can call the Philadelphia Phillies World Champions, but it was a great opportunity to reminisce about the fall of 1980.
The Building the Crib video inspired me to make sure more videos happen next year.
Skywalker Ranch and Shin Splints. Kinda says it all.
The passing of Bob Petrillose led me to write a surprising amount of positive things about the Ithaca College experience.
Oh, and I had a kid.
Here's to a whole bunch more bitchin' in 2009...
Happy New Year!
On January 20th, the acute case of Hughness I suffer manifested a dark psychosis that led, as it sometimes does, to self-diagnosis.
On February 9, I quit World of WarCraft. Despite a two-week bender when the expansion came out in November, I'm still on the wagon, and it's still difficult.
On February 11, I ranted against Kanye West's sense of entitlement. I'm sure he's somewhere ranting about me right now.
I still firmly believe in my anti-Valentine's Day rant, too.
On February 26th, with On the Judgment of Quality, I think I hit on something that's at the fundamental core of all of my frustrations. I've thought a couple times about taking that post down-- maybe it's a little too honest-- but I haven't yet. Maybe someday I'll change my mind.
Banana Quik, baby. It's one of the fundamental properties of Hughness.
My love letter to the Food Network. I really love this post, if I may say so. I enjoy the flow of the writing and the videos.
A perfect encapsulation of the agony and the ecstasy that is A Conversation with Poppa Sterb. There was another one of these just last night on video chat that I'll always regret not having recorded.
On May 23, more self-diagnosis. This time: ADD.
I'm still depressed about this: Bananas are doomed. Sorta makes you feel like we should elect Morgan Freeman president and all go hide in caves.
On June 23rd, Batman Day, I reflected on one of the best times of my life.
San Diego Comic Con is a highlight of any year. And here are pictures.
On my birthday, I reflected on some of my favorite celebrations past. What the hell am I going to talk about on my birthday next year???
You've probably forgotten about Lolo Jones, but she shared the heartbreak of her life with the entire world this year, and that said something to bottled-up ol' me.
My Johnny Cupcakes rant tickled a lot of folks, including Johnny himself.
We lost at the Emmys this year. A more emotionally healthy person than myself might have seen the honor at being nominated, or genuinely felt like there are no losers, or taken some satisfaction in the accomplishment. But I ain't that guy.
On September 22, during a visit to Philadelphia, I wrote a bit about what it's like to visit my old neighborhood so far removed from the vibrant memories of my childhood.
In October, I put a shit-flavored Hughstain all over the Baby Birthing Class.
This is what I call solidarity. I love Mila.
I got surprisingly passionate about the misleading politics in the pro-Proposition 8 campaign in this rant.
I still can't believe I can call the Philadelphia Phillies World Champions, but it was a great opportunity to reminisce about the fall of 1980.
The Building the Crib video inspired me to make sure more videos happen next year.
Skywalker Ranch and Shin Splints. Kinda says it all.
The passing of Bob Petrillose led me to write a surprising amount of positive things about the Ithaca College experience.
Oh, and I had a kid.
Here's to a whole bunch more bitchin' in 2009...
Happy New Year!
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