Everything you want to know about this man and his character can be found in one line. It's not rocket science. You really want to poke the bear? Challenge the cherished delusions.
Okay, tiger, striped and brave; A close clean scrape is what you crave; To fashion's whim you are no slave; You take it off - with Burma Shave! (Eric Overmyer - On the Verge)
Sometimes I miss the unpredictable joy of open auditions. Actors can be so cute - they remind me of cuddly fuzzy squirrels. As in - foaming at the mouth, vicious creatures that also carry the plague. No offense.
Nothing should make you regret your life choices more than the thought of being stuck for eternity with other people like yourself. My take on Sartre's "No Exit".
My simple test for the perfect soul mate - is this funny? An aggressive "WTF is wrong with you" smirk is also an acceptable response.
Oh, how I yearn for the simpler times. When if you weren't dead by age 14 - you wished you were. And you just didn't have the time, energy or sufficient fucks to care about the world. Or the people in it.
In my misery of two years of acting classes, the only thing I loathed more than improv - was Shakespeare. To be clear, not him nor the words - the acting. Yes, I messed with the meter to make a couplet of those lines. He can sue me.
May I remind my restless fellow Americans that Hugo's novel was based on a minor insurrection that did not fare well for the republicans. The modern day equivalent? Five SEALs, five minutes - then breakfast.
It is only the 15th. Of January. Every corner of the sky is filled with storm clouds. And morning glow is long past due. It's no longer a matter IF I can make it to February. Honestly, it's why would I want to?
Yeah, since this theme went so well last time. Does everyone forget Trump remarking that the White House was basically a no-star hotel? I know a few family members that are very happy to see him leave.
We are birthed as clocks. Winding down to some random expiration. Perhaps if we heard the seconds incessantly ticking away it would remind us to be better people. And find happiness. With the time we have.
New plan. I still need a break. But I made 369 of these. So. The ones I skipped. If I am wrong? A curse. A black rainbow will unleash zombie moths upon the land. They will fly up your nose and eat your brains.
Comic from my play. Was nearby to witness the response to a school shooting. Then learned. A victim? Neighbor. The gunman? Friend to a family member. There when it happened. Society never demands answers when it's culpable. Only "closure".
Samuel Barclay Beckett meet Lyman Frank Baum. I swear this actually makes sense in my head. Which, I admit, is probably not a very good or effective defense lately. Or ever?
I have been pondering a "weird" scene for the last week. So. Just how deeply should one dig below the surface? Anyway. Hamlet. The opening of Act V, Scene 1. Framed within the soliloquy from Act III, Scene 1.
I, being of body and some mind, willfully and voluntarily hereby declare to future humans or aliens. If I need erased from history to save humanity. Such as from a case of mildly inconvenient sniffles. Fine.
(b) My thoughts are all out of sequence. THIS was supposed to be after "Of Dawn and Dew", but before "Catastory". Either you're closing your eyes to a situation you do not wish to acknowledge ... my first show as a musician.
(b) I'm fascinated how bygone culture can survive in pockets of preservation. I grew-up watching movies in drive-ins. And live 5 minutes from one of about only 300 that still stand in the USA - out of a peak of over 4000.
Most times? I'm fine if I don't get an answer. That's the way the Universe is. But. There are times I am not. And? I die a little inside. To understand me - to know that difference? Breaths, beats, to take, to have. Someday.
My sister had just started walking, so I was 5 years old when I first encountered a cable TV remote at my uncle’s house. I didn’t want to leave. Simple joys? That's all I can wish for. Somewhere. Someday.