What's The Frequency, Joseph?

Keep the plates spinning - the fine, fine china.

Had an audition for SOTR Sunday - not my finest hour - and somehow I knew it wouldn't be. I don't think that it was horrible - I just felt bland as white walls during my scenes. And my monologue - which I love - I never felt the flow of it - I heard myself slipping into this sing-song-y cadence, this unnatural rhythm - fuckfuckfuck - I could hear it and I don't know if it was nerves because of Chad Lewis or because I wanted to kick ass in front of David and Steve - if I wanted to seem...legit somehow...I don't know exactly what I mean...well, I sort of do...but the thoughts connected to it are too complex....wheels within wheels...layers...anyway, I don't feel like I disgraced myself or anything. I just don't really know how to take that short amount of time at an audition and milk it and wring it for all it's worth -- I don't have any fireworks for that shit.

Man, I miss Todd. I was looking for somebody to hang out with yesterday - just get some food and shoot the shit. And I was scrolling through my cell and something...I don't even know what...kept me from calling any of the numbers in it. All those names and they just looked like locked doors. Dim. Barred. And I was just overwhelmed with missing Todd. The Archetype Of Male Friendship, you know. Maybe missing him was just an extention of missing all my old friends. Not that I couldn't have used some Todd time last night: Sarah was at rehearsal. Jeff, on vacation. So many people getting home from hard Mondays at work...people don't like The Drop In as much as I do...

Yesterday, I just really wanted...I don't know...a buddy, you know.

1) What's the most vicious thing you've ever said to someone?

I'm more of vicious thinker than a vicious sayer...the words are always more watered down, even if they seem pretty bad.

2) You HAVE TO get a tattoo on your face. What will it be?

The Red Queen. The Mad Hatter. The Queen Of Hearts. The White Rabbit. That sort of thing.

3) Utopia or Dystopia?

Of course, I'm going to say dystopia - that way I can be pleasantly surprised if we get our shit together.

4) What's your favorite Myth? (Ancient or Modern, your choice)

The Minotaur. Or maybe Icarus. Or the Norse Ragnarok.

5) Rub the lamp, see the genie, get your three wishes. (You can even wish you never got that tattoo, Lord, what were you thinking when you did that.)

Bliss on tap. The ability to 'push' people to do what I want them to do. And 1 million perfect ideas for novels, plays, poems, songs, etc.

6) Would you rather see The Future or travel to The Past?

See The Future. Cassandra, now there's a Myth that ends well....

7) Order or Chaos?

Order. Clean lines, that's me. Winston Smith here I come...

8) What's the worst Monster you can think of?

Something to scare Marcie, Steve, and myself: A monkey-with-cymbals that's also a marionette...and it's dressed like a clown....clown-white smeared on that monky face.....ghoulish strings making the cymbals clang together...

9) Do you pray?

Sort of. To a pseudo-amalgamation of my own design, a Buddha/Ka/Odin/Great Wheel/Grandfather Ancestor/ Cthulu/Whore Of Fate/Coyote/The Force kind of a thing.

10) You are given the ability to fold reality in such a way that you can change any one Law of Science, give Darwin a black eye, knock Steven Hawking out of his wheelchair, pinch Newton on the ass - what would you change if you could fold physics and make origami of all the Givens...?

I'd fold things in such a way that occasionally people would end up with superpowers....


11) What's the next book you're going to read?

The Warrior-Prophet by R. Scott Bakker.

12) What are your last words, Rosebud?

Let's see how this plays out.

13) What would you name your children, male or female? Or the young clones of yourself that you'd raise like your own children?

A son: Iggy. Titus.
A daughter: Scherezade or Sansa or Zoe.

14) You're not a Werewolf, you're a Were...?

...clown. Could there be a more loathsome creature than a Wereclown?

15) When was the last time you went swimming?

I can't even remember, damn.