once upon a space-time…

Posted February 4th, 2008 by Joey Cato
Categories: Stories

Vikas and I were recently chatting about getting back into writing the other day, so I thought I’d dig up all my old short stories from long ago and post them. These are very short stories, since they never made it past the first paragraph of chapter. Maybe someday when I’m not driven by distraction, I’ll muster the focus to revisit them :) If you’d like to read them, I’ve posted all of them in the Stories section. Hope you enjoy!

Hello 2008

Posted January 14th, 2008 by Joey Cato
Categories: Happenings

Hello 2008, Pleased to meet you!

Starbucks @ EA

Posted April 14th, 2007 by Joey Cato
Categories: Happenings

EA just added a Starbucks to our office building. I already consume WAY too much coffee, so this could become very dangerous… :)

By a strange coincidence, my small hometown (Paris, Texas) just got a Starbucks too (my younger brother works there now.) Hmm, maybe I should start looking into their stock.

surfing the waves of nostalgia

Posted April 9th, 2007 by Joey Cato
Categories: Nostalgia

I was feeling quite nostalgic tonite ( wine always does that to me ) and flipped on the YouTube to dig up old 80’s music videos, you know, back when the M in MTV actually stood for music :) Watched Cutting Crew - (I Just) Died in your Arms Tonight, Flock of Seagulls - I Ran ( So Far Away ), Escape Club - Wild Wild West, Skid Row - 18 and Life. Virtually every video I could think up was an instant a click away. Who knew that nostalgia could ever become that easily accessible?

lazy cat

Posted April 3rd, 2007 by Joey Cato
Categories: Happenings

Pinball (my cat) relaxed in her fuzzy plumptitude.

 

the yiggle

Posted April 2nd, 2007 by Joey Cato
Categories: Nostalgia

Yep, the paper-machéte Yiggle is still alive and smiling.

 

testing 1..2…3…is this thing on?

Posted April 2nd, 2007 by Joey Cato
Categories: Happenings

Test post, originally uploaded by joeycato.

 

Yay, it works :) Flickr rocks. Using their handy upload service, I was able to post this photo, just by sending it from my phone. For those that don’t know yet, I just ended a long-term 8-year tumultuous relationship with PalmOS ( PalmPilot, Handspring, Sony CLIE, Treo650 ) After way too many random reboots and lock-ups, I decided to switch over to a PocketPC ( Cingular 8525 ) Lovin’ it! :)

thoughts at 2am

Posted December 23rd, 2006 by Joey Cato
Categories: Observations

Me + a grande latté after 5pm = instant insomnia

1988

Posted November 12th, 2006 by Joey Cato
Categories: Songs

( Click here to listen )

In 1988, we stayed up late.
Young kids on the prowl making our stake.

Learning our right from wrong,
growing to be strong.

Just a poor ole’ boy from the neighborhood.
Thinking that he could get away for good.

And then she came in Spring, an angel without wings.
giving my heart a ring, and a song to sing.

She was more than just a friend, we walked hand in hand
And soon the magic began. It was all unplanned.

But in 1988, I thought it was fate.
Your first may be the worst, but still it’s great.
Acting like a clown, goofing all around.
Floating above ground, I’m on the town
( I’m on the town )

But then on New Year’s Eve, she told me she had to leave.
And I could not believe I was so naive.

And like a skipping stone the years bounced on.
Although I felt alone, I still held on.

Drifting with no aim, wondering if I was to blame.
It drove me all insane, that endless game.

Somehow we all grew old, while searching for gold.
And if there’s a lesson told, what do I know?

She was more than just a friend, threw innocence into the wind,
And now this is the end, of a thing called love.
(A thing called love.)

Walking through the park, I hear the dogs bark.
Hurry home before dark, so dinner can start.
The constellations fade, if you hestitate.
In 1988, we stayed up late.

lost in transmission

Posted September 24th, 2006 by Joey Cato
Categories: Songs

( Click here to listen )

[G] Lost in transmission, the message of my mission
As a sailor torn, I could not [D] see.
[D] So I floated with abandon, not waiting for a landing,
while letting go and trying to be [G] free.

[G] When you’re sailing silent, under faded skies of violet,
Without a torch to light the path you [D] need.
[D] Sometimes you just wander, into that deep blue yonder
Holding on and shouting out with [G]glee.

[C] I’m alive, and staying [G] on.
There’s a [C]world here I haven’t [G] known.

[G] For soon my ship had struck the shore, I was dragged into an old bookstore
drifting through the aisles of ancient [D] lore.
[D] I was flipping through the pages, scribbled on by the sages,
Telling me twelve stages I can’t [G]ignore.

[G] Gazing at the faces of the patrons in their spaces
Missing warm embraces long [D] ago.
[D] They were caught in their frustration, making conversation,
throwing in quotations from [G] Thor-eau

[G] And by my own admission, I was a stage magician
faking premonitions of my [D] own
[D] Now all the cards turn over, it’s the middle of October
And now I am as sober as a [G]stone.

[G] To all of those inventions, from far away dimensions
Calling my attention, from [D] before.
[D] I must be out much farther in the dark icy water, cause I sure don’t hear you calling [G] anymore.

[C] I’m alive. and doing [G] well.
I’m [C] awake from that charming [G]spell.

(slower)

[G] O’ how the night time shivers, for lovers and their whispers
there’s an endless flowing river, I [D] explore
[D] The winter storm is biting, but there’s nothing more exciting
than the thunder and the lightning at my [G]oar

[C] I’m alive, and sailing [G] on.
[C] I’m departing this flesh and [G]bone.