Thursday, January 7, 2010

Twelfth Night of Scrubs

first official day of Twelfth Night rehearsals! it's definitely fun trying to explain the difference between lethargy and lechery to children. takes creativity! but to think of listening to the play as stumbled through by first time readers and where it will be 2 months from now is mind boggling. I wish I could film every day of rehearsals just to chart the changes. I guess I could chart them here and risk boring you, but maybe we'll all learn something.
other wonderful and unexplainable things: "These are her C's her U's and her T's, and thus she makes her great P's." Ha! One kid laughed. I love that kid!
and then to go from the sublime to the ridiculous, I just got home from Wishful Drinking. does comedy always have to be born of tragedy? most of the time I just thought "Ouch!"
and lastly, to completely change the tone of my day yet again, I come home to a message that says they're hunting dangerous suspects with helicopters in my neighborhood. I shouldn't have mocked fate when I said I don't bother locking my house because only the axe murderers come this far out into the woods. fuck! I checked every closet (armed with the knife sharpener). what an idiot!
shit... the helicopters are back.... guess I can't go to sleep yet....time to watch more Scrubs re-runs.

Thursday, December 31, 2009

party pooper, not i

the most uncharacteristic new year's eve ever. youngest is going out to get some...dancing and such....mmmhmmm....the other is already down for the count and I am minding the store. I am psyched not to watch some people get blitzed, though. wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used, but some don't get this. why is new year's eve an excuse to start the year at your absolute worst?

RV Dreams

New decade. O brave new world! new places to go and new people to share the genius words with. I want to get in my RV and set out on an epic Shakespeare journey. but there are things to decide. where to go? how do I get away from all this? how do I rationalize.....aw shit it's all getting too esoteric. let it be.
champ, she calls me. it's my first time and the pressure is intense. in short, I want to find an extended community of peeps who dig willie the poet, the bard, whatever you want to call him.