Memo to Elizabeth Berkley…
You may one day awaken and find yourself replaced. By a sock puppet. And it will still do a more credible job in “Showgirls” than you managed. In fact, that … Continue reading
In other news…
I just discovered that, two years ago, a Florida man completed the first perfect game of Pac-Man in a New Hampshire arcade. The perfect game of Pac-Man requires that the … Continue reading
Zapruder Trial.
So…interesting dream I had last night, one of the first truly interesting ones that I have been able to remember in recent months. I’m at a birthday party for one … Continue reading
Bedlam Living Room.
When it rains, it pours, but I am so, so happy that the weather has gotten nice. My girlfriend and I have maintained an ongoing discussion about one day moving … Continue reading
That’s why it’s called a rough draft.
Last night was the reading of my new two-act play.
Thrown from the horse. Still contemplating a return to the saddle.
I flaked. It is Monday morning, two days after my second grab at the brass ring that is casting in Too Much Light, and I’m expecting only two of the … Continue reading
Conversations with the Inner Cynic.
I’m currently fighting off a bout of existential angst, for the simple reason that I don’t have time for it. My average live theatre attendance increases about 400% this week, … Continue reading
If at first you don’t succeed…
…plot the deaths of those that you view responsible. Just. Kidding. But I bring it up because, in a situation out of the Second Chance Playbook, I checked the Performing … Continue reading
I am Jack’s Bloodthirsty Audience.
Apparently, once a week is all I can afford to give to the LJ, at current. Work has been a bear [1], especially in the departments of photo research and … Continue reading
Within this bastard’s carnival, this vicious cabaret.
“But the backdrops peel and the sets give way, and the cast gets eaten by the play. There’s a murderer at the matinee. There are dead men in the aisles. … Continue reading
Creative Control 