Hawaiian Reeves

Hawaiian would like to say to his few but loyal fans, “Let’s do a makeover!”

For several weeks now, I have been fielding requests about how I might improve my little bit of web fiefdom, and I have, for the most part, resisted them. Actually, let’s just be honest… nothing around here has changed at all. So rather than face accusations of being a cheertator, I have decided to let you, my public, help shape the future of all things Hawaiian. So please, give me comments. Tell me what you’d like to see and read. Tell me what you hate and what you love. Tell me, or else you’ll all be sentenced to an indefinite future of intermittent updates about reality TV on Bravo. And there’s a possibility that this horrific harlequin background could remain an official Hawaiian hallmark forever. So really, seriously, take a stand for change, and leave it on here as a comment. That way, all of you can feed off of each other and bash me. (And hopefully I won’t have to hear the same thing twice.)

So why am I all of a sudden so open to change, you’re probably asking yourself. (more…)

Of all the things Hawaiian misses, the greatest of these is sleep.

And it’s really beginning to catch up with me.  For weeks now, I’ve been completely unable to get anywhere near REM, and it’s starting to make me crazy.  And lethargic.  And generally not my best self.  I’ve tried everything I can think of to turn the tide… excessive exercise, long showers, a tryptophan overdose from turkey… but nothing works.  I even bought a new mattress, but with the way I’m tossing and turning, I’m thinking that maybe the next step has to be buying new sheets.

I mean, things are getting ridiculous.  I’m susceptible to very bad things in this state.  At 3:30 this morning I was halfway into an episode of Crossing Jordan.  Crossing Jordan, people.  In a former life and different forum, this is the show that I declared to have the most unattractive cast on television.  Not to mention the cheap sets, bland scripts, and bad acting.  Crossing Jordan on my TV.  And I was actually watching it.  Granted,this was an episode with D.W. Moffett, but that’s no excuse.  He’s in plenty of those Danielle Steel movies that are constantly being aired on the Lifetime Movie Network, and yes, I’ve been watching a bit of that, too.  Because my head hurts, I’m exhausted, and if I try to actually think about anything real, it makes it all worse.  At this point, I’m honestly not sure I have the focus required to get through tonight’s episode of American Idol, and I wouldn’t actually say that takes a lot of focus.  Of course, I have to entertain my TV partner-in-crime while it’s on, but he’s usually pacified as long as I laugh at his jokes. And that, of course, requires a kind of focus all its own.  To paraphrase one of my favorite hoes from the HBO special Atlantic City Hookers, “It ain’t easy bein’ Hawaiian.”
But you know, even before the Crossing Jordan, I was pretty deep into some TV that I should probably avoid at all costs.    I had just spent two hours watching (more…)