Everyone and all these things kept my little legs going, not until I crossed the finish line and started walking did I realize how much my left knee hurt. It’s wrapped now, alternating between heat and ice. Now it’s time for recovery and prep for the next half in November, then my first full marathon in June 2011. Until I’m healed, I’m not going to feel guilty for taking down some fried chicken for dinner.

Official time: 02:03:49 (My goal was two hours or below, I’ll get it next time)
Pace: 9:27/mile

The 48 Hour Film Project is film as sport. On a Friday night we were given a line of dialogue, a prop and a character that must appear in our film. Each team picked a genre out of a hat and had until 7:30pm the following Sunday to write, shoot, edit and score a film between 4-7 minutes long.

Line: “I’m trying my best”
Prop: Chair
Character: Dr. Richard (or Rita) Hernandez
Genre: Comedy

I couldn’t have been with a better group of friends to make this film. It was our first time as a group working together and making a film. We wrote it as a team with no egos to get in the way of revisions or suggestions. Everyone trusted each other to do their jobs, we worked hard to get it done and laughed almost every second of the way. Team RoundAbound is a sherpa. By the way, this is a RoundAbound and this is a sherpa.

A few years back I animated on The Simpsons and in this particular episode I drew myself into a few scenes when I had longer hair, even took the liberty of making myself taller. I vividly remember the episode number BABF09, later released as season 11 episode 13 “Saddlesore Galactica.” I also animated on the first season of Futurama. I didn’t make any appearances on that show but had fun doing a silly pop-n-lock scene with Fry pretending to be a robot.

1st clip: I’m wearing a green shirt next to Homer and even have a reaction shot

2nd clip: I’m a father a bit left of center of the screen

Last clip: Freeze frame of the credits with my name on the right side under “Character Layout Artists”

I’m not sure if posting clips of a show is legal. I have no problems removing this from my site if anyone at Fox wants me to take this down. I had nothing but a great time working with those guys so I’m not trying to get on anyone’s bad side.

If winning a chili cook off at work wasn’t enough last Friday, I went down to Hooley’s with Sherry and Joel to meet & greet my local comedy heroes. Since I missed The Mikey Show’s first event, I had to catch this one.

About a month ago the show did a random Your-Mama joke off and “Hoyle” said, “Your mama’s so fat she eats Wheat…Thicks.” That had to be the best one I’ve heard my whole life. I couldn’t help myself, so I made a logo, ironed it on to a shirt and wore it to the event. I thought I’d get a few chuckles but got a bigger reaction that I thought.

After asking Mikey to sign the shirt, he read it and freaked. He pulled Woods over and asked to get a picture immediately; the next thing I knew it felt like the whole bar was looking my way. It had to be the best, and most embarrassing, way for me to introduce myself. Every cast member is just as nice and funny as they are on air. If you’re from San Diego and haven’t heard them give a listen one morning at FM 94.9 (East Coast friends and family: stream it through their site). You’ll be happy you did.

From: Arthur Ebuen
Date: Fri, 02 Apr 2010 14:27:13 -0700
To: All@work
Subject: The Easter Bunny was here with treats

I went outside to grab something from my car and saw the Easter Bunny. I approached him and the conversation went something like this:

Me: What up Easter Bunny?
EB: (Embarrassed) AW SNAP, you can see me?
Me: I’m talking to you aren’t I?
EB: A’ight, don’t gotta be a punk ‘bout it.
Me: What’cha doin’ lookin’ at our building? Our signage ain’t crooked is it?
EB: Nah, I was getting’ ready for Sunday then I felt the “Good Vibe” call from your peeps, and I was like, “Yo, I’m needed up in there.” So I came down to do my thang. I’m here to bring good vibes with chocolate.
Me: Chocolate don’t bring good vibes!
EB: What?
Me: You heard me.
EB: What does then?
Me: Jokes.
EB: Jokes? You must be high!
Me: For real.
EB: For real? Gimme one then.
Me: Aight. Yo mama so fat… She eats Wheat Thicks! (Me with a closed fist over my mouth while pointing with the other hand) OOOHhh, SNAP!
EB: Now that’s just mean, my mom’s a saint… Jerk!
Me: My bad.
EB: I just need to get you guys some chocolate.
Me: So why ain’t you doin’ it then?
EB: Well, no one can see me and I don’t want to freak everyone out with floating chocolate eggs and cookies, that’s not gonna give good vibes.
Me: I can see you.
EB: Yeah, for some reason I’m visible to people over 30 but under 5’5”. Trying to get that fixed.
Me: Now that’s just mean.
EB: See how it feels… YO! I just figured it out. Bring these inside for me and tell them what’s up. Cool?!
Me: Aight, bet.

We fist bumped then (poof) he and his ghettoness disappeared. He said to enjoy the cookies and chocolate eggs in the weird alcovy thingy place.

Arthur