Staying up all night is a little different now.

When I was 10, a few friends and I took it upon ourselves to break the sleep barrier by staying up all night. Like Chris Columbus and everybody in The Right Stuff, we would step boldly into the unknown for the sake of exploration and the betterment of mankind (But if you ask Howard Zinn, Columbus was just in it for the bucks). Armed with Pixy Stix and Jolt Cola, we fought our way towards dawn, losing only one man in the journey.

Staying up all night when you’re young is exciting and dangerous. When you’re under 13, it’s all sugar and giggles. When you’re in high school it may be alcohol related, but no less thrilling and taboo. When you get to college it can become a semi regular occurrence, be it cramming for a test or finishing a keg. It loses a little luster when the fear of a parent discovering you diminishes, but is no less satisfying. I used to LOVE all nighters in all shapes and forms.

Well guess fucking what, Internet? I’m a parent now, and this shit sucks.

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Notes from the Underground of the 4th Floor

There comes a time when things get too busy to wax intellectual on the internet about strollers and whiskey. That time is currently now. Bear with us at Tuckerblogs.com as we secure our financial future for the next few days. I may pop in, but it will be sporadic and seemingly erratic.

Also, this is a big test because Boss Lady says she’s been reading this and I know she isn’t. See this one, Boss Lady? Hard at work over here! Grinding away and staying on target! By the way, Junxion Boxes have been discontinued. MiFi is the way to go. Also, Steve called.

Back to work….

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Look, I’ll GET to it.

I make a lot of promises to you, Internet, and I often break them. I warn you about it right there on the right in my little bio. I promised a rant about the White Sox, and while I’m not breaking that promise, I’m delaying it. I’m busy.

(I have as much going on as DVD does here, but I’m not as drunk.)

Tomorrow, maybe. Possibly. Hell, I don’t know. There’s a lot to catch up on when you ditch town 4 weeks into making a movie. I got heaps and piles of paperwork that are unfortunately more pressing. Do you think cases of paper order themselves? They don’t, in case you were thinking they did. Why would they be able to do that? They’re boxes of paper, not sentient beings. This isn’t a Disney movie.

I’ll get to it all, but not today.

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