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 BBQ Madness!
 Meet Harley, the newest Ryan-Fan!  Doodling at a family reunion!
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August 4, 2010 So... just where have I been? The rumors were crazy! Some people think that I was off in Germany posing for cologne ads. And others claim they saw me going for Gold at the Winter Olympics. There were even notions that I was cleaning up oil spills using nothing but a straw and an empty Starbucks cup. And of course, there were many whispers that I'd checked myself into rehab for Vick's Inhaler addiction. That one was my favorite. Most of my time was actually spent putting together the Behind The Fan Club DVD. It's something I'm really proud of. It's a retrospective look at the Fan Club; how it came to be, how I nearly lost it back in 2000, and how it came back better than ever. I did interviews with those closest to me, which was super-awesome of them to take part in. Believe it or not, I was contemplating retirement about four months ago. I wasn't sure that this was for me anymore. But the more editing I did for the DVD, and the more I watched interviews, the more I realized how much fun I've had through this website and the 'Zines, and from being silly. I just simply missed writing and sharing. When I started Ryan Fan Club in 1998 I never expected to become a millionaire, or anything like that. Don't get me wrong, if you wanna give me a bag full of money I'll take it. This mother fucker's got some student loans still kicking around.   Ryan is in hypercolor, Dana is black n' white ---------- Ryan & Scott escape from the Death Star
And speaking of the New Kids On The Block Board Game, would you believe that me and my long-time friendly nemesis Scott Bryan have stopped our Monopoly wars? The last game was January 24th, and the ending is actually on my DVD. Take that Scott Bryan! We've since moved on, and now we're trying to find and play the most retarded games we can get our hands on. If you ever get a chance to play the NKOTB game, don't. It's super-lame. You travel the boad collecting photos of your favorite New Kids until you have the whole group. But, if you add some beer into the equation then it doesn't seem so bad. We also challenged each other to this Star Wars: Escape From The Death Star board game that I had kicking around in the closet. Another lame game to be sure, but this one's actually fun because you can send your opponent to the Trash Compactor. We then got really drunk and played Jenga. Talk about difficult! The pile of blocks were about as straight as Scott Bryan right before they fell down.    Ryan gets Ozma her own Bruins hat ---------- The NKOTB board game! -------------- Mini-putting with the little sis I've spent a lot of time over the last few months doing family things. Dana and I took my little sister Laura out for sushi and mini-putt just before she went to Italy for a month. She's almost as good at mini-putt as she is at bowling. Soon after, Dana and I moved into our first house. It's kinda weird, cause we're living a few doors down from the house I lived in as a small child. I walk around the neighborhood and keep getting odd flashbacks of memories I haven't thought of in years. I'm really not used to living in a house. I've lived in apartments since 1994, so my experience with stairs and backyards and BBQs is very limited. We've lived in this new house for a month now and have bar-b-qued almost every day. Even when it rains. I haven't spent much time in the backyard, again, because I'm just not used to having one. I don't really know what someone is supposed to do with a backyard, unless there's a pool in it. I mowed the lawn... a feat that I had never once done before in my life. It was pretty fun, actually. Apparenty I'm not very good at though. I just did what I know; I did the whole backyard in a zamboni-like motion. Whatever. I thought it looked fine. Before the summer is done, I plan on writing my name with the lawnmower.   Ryan meets his long lost older sister ---------- Road hockey still rocks! Years ago I learned that I had a long-lost half-sister named Tracey. Nobody had seen or heard from her in such a long time that I was never even told about her. You might compare it to Luke and Leia, but doing so makes two Star Wars references in this same blog... and that's kinda lame. So let's compare it to Prince Adam discovering Princess Adora, but without the weird, creepy hugging. Anyway, I finally met her after years of wondering what she'd be like. Wondering if she was like me, or had the same odd sense of humor, or if she looked like me. Our meeting was really brief and lacked any real sense of beginning or closure, and the whole thing kinda made me wonder if I should've spent more time over the last few years with my other sister, Heather, before she moved away. Tracey seems very nice, and I get the impression that she could laugh at any joke no matter how bad the punchline may be. I think we have the same eyes too. And I guess seeing is believing. Every two years, my mom's side of the family has a reunion in this little backwater town called Denbigh. The Inwood Family reunion tends to double the town's population for the weekend. I really enjoy going to this event. Our world is bigger, and faster, and more complex, and seeing these relatives for a few short hours every two yeras just doesn't feel like enough. I'm really proud to see how my cousins Alex, Chelsea, and Shelby have grown up from kids into young adults. I remember chasing them around my uncle's big yard, and making necklaces and bracelets out of beads with them. They were pretty cool kids then, and now they're cool cats. Speaking of cats... Ozma has to share this big house with a dog now. Dana brought home a part-collie, part-beagle (I like to call it a "colleague") name Harley. She's a pretty cool dog. And much like living in a house, I have no idea what to do with a dog. I've never really owned one, and I've never really cared for the K-9 species very much... but I'm willing to give it a chance, cause I'm not too scared of change anymore. I guess you might say I'm going to the dogs. - Ryan
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