I Know, I Know....

....I haven't blogged in a while. Here are some other things that I know:

I've finished reading Through The Looking-Glass and I'm very concerned about what sort of relationship Mister Dodgson had with Alice Liddell.

I'm glad that Horror Over Drinks was so well received at The 2005 Fringe Festival. Our crowds for the second half of our run were amazing. Thanks to everyone who came out and supported us - you know who you are and you rule. For those of you that didn't get a chance to see us at Fringe (and I'm totally not calling anyone out - Hell, my Mom and Dad didn't even see it - Damn, I guess I just called them out) we are reprising our show at Theatre Downtown, I'll have more details for you later.

Tim Hays does amazing monster make-up. It was a pleasure to get to wear his Pinhead mask. And he saved me from the misery that was my last post on this blog. Check out his work at: www.monsterfx.net

I'm reading The Little Prince now - I like it. I sort of, almost, kind of, like They Might Be Giants now, as well -- listening to Flood at Fairy Tales so much has changed my opinion of them.

Not this weekend - but next weekend, next Saturday - I'm going to be a 'friend' of Curious George.

At The Fringe party at The Peacock Room, I just didn't have any wax left for anyone's car - 'You're great-no, you're great- no, really, you are great' We're all great - get me outta this room!

I had a great audition for The Rep. I feel really comfortable with my two monologues now. The Christopher Durang one from Seeking Wild had everyone laughing. And I just love the one from Take Me Out. And I hate monologues, so to find two that I love - that's great. When are Mad Cow's auditions?

I made $42 in tips my first night as a bar back at Club Swank. I've never had a job that tipped before. It's kinda nice. Can't wait until I'm back on their schedule.

Journals are sharp things, hard to pick up - like a sword without a handle.

I'm reading The Arabian Nights, a play by Mary Zimmerman (Anna let me borrow it) - it's really good, not what I expected. Scheherezade. Don't you just love that name. Schederezade. If I had a daughter, I'd want her middle name to be Scheherezade. She'd be clever and funny and talented.

My air conditioning in my car is still out - although, for random, chaotic nights - it will choose to work - always at night at this point - is it the wiring? Is there even wiring involved? A short circuit? Does the actual heat of the day prevent the AC from working? Is that ironic?

Brian Demeter is one of my new favorite artists. He's local and we have one of his original paintings at Fairy Tales. Check him out: www.demeterillustration.com Anyone who names a painting, 'Montague's Love Quandary' is okay by me.

I'm excited/nervous about the Sons Of The Revolution audition.

I'm glad I'm off tomorrow - when it was raining so bad this morning, I thought, 'Today is a day to call in.'

Right now I feel good - maybe not great - but good. Which is nice cause I've had moments over the last two weeks where I wish I could vanish off the face of the Earth. Be blown away like chalk dust. Ether. Vapor. Gone. Oblivion. Put out the light and then put out the light - I've started journal entries or blog posts only to tear up paper or hit delete. No light, no tunnel - that old, draining feeling - as familiar to me as a cherished old photograph of childhood. Snip. Snip. Cut. Cut. Sticky notes. Sticky notes. I'd call my One Man Show, Sticky Notes.

Past is prologue. No dwelling. Future is uncrumpled, white paper. No brooding.

And today is - a little dinner, a little time to myself, maybe a new book or a CD, or a cup of coffee. A little date with my couch. Just a handful of time - the metaphysical equivalent to a 'dash of salt'.

And I am SO down with that right now.