I can’t tell a lie. I have a myspace page because it’s good for my podcasts, not because I’m an avid myspacer. In fact, I’d prefer not to communicate there.
But that’s changing. Not because I’m trying hard to get a million friends. Hell, I barely have any, but I keep that bit hidden because I’m not trying to show off anything.
There are interesting people that I didn’t know were there before.
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Last night I settled down with some pasta to watch Gosford Park. And this morning, I just heard Robert Altman passed away.
He was a living legend and a masterful director. So many of his movies are a part of my own personal history. I’m sad that he has passed.
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Talkin’ to you while makin’ Peanut Butter cookies from a Cooks Illustrated recipe. Yum!! I got a Roomba and I love it. Not to mention I’m in a Hell In A Handbag Production called Rudolph The Red-Hosed Reindeer at the Bailiwick.
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And we danced. And we danced. And we danced.
I haven’t sweat this much in a classroom since High School when I was poking innocent boys in their… um, you know.
We did our elven dances back and forth around the room again and again. Our third elf, Spike, will have to play catch up ’cause we slightly changed a thing or two. But I got it… I really really got it!
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A shade, shady, you are shady. I know, firsthand, how shady this lady can be…
No Catwalks for RuPaul: A Review
You GO Emmanuel. *snap*
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Now, let me preface this by saying there SHOULD be a website for this festival. I’m clueless WHY there isn’t one, but hey, I’m not the organizer.
My friend Adam will be playing the sitar. I’m totally going to hit the Saturday show at the Empty Bottle. Check their schedule for information on the lineup for the weekend.
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The battle rages on against porn on the internet. Mercury News reports that according to statistics gathered, only about 1% of all web pages have adult content.
The real question is, what percentage of YOUR bookmarks are for adult sites…
And just to make sure my website is considered adult, some gratuitous swearing: fuck, shit, goddamn, son of a bitch, whore, cunt.
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Last night I was sweating like a pig during practice. We were dancing our backsides off, but I haven’t had this much fun in a very long time. Everyone is really into it. They’re all natural comics and that feeling about being a part of a production is really starting to spread out.
Have you ever felt it?
When I was a part of the high school company I last worked with, it was always there. That feeling of…togetherness. Sorta like being on a boat. Everybody has a job to do, and you all get to where you are going together.
It’s a fun ride.
In the grand scheme of things, I have MAYBE five lines or so, but that isn’t the important part. I’m a part of the cast. We’re working together. To go somewhere.
Thsi could get addicting…
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I’m laughing so hard. Wanda Wisdom has cracked my shiznit up with her latest vidjo. When she starts speaking Japerneze, her facial expressions are priceless. Check it out!
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So I got the part. But let’s rewind, shall we?
A week or so ago, David Cerda, the brilliant playwright I interviewed for Caged Dames shot me an e-mail and asked me if I’d be interested in reading for the part of Score in his play “Rudolph, The Red Hosed Reindeer” for Hell In A Handbag Productions. Always up for a new adventure, I said yes indeedy, I’d be interested.
A day or so later, the director Tim made contact, and I was set to read on Thursday night. And sing a cappella.
A cappella folks. No music. In a room of strangers. Um, I’m a DJ. There’s ALWAYS music.
So with my deepest fears exposed like an oral nerve with enough of a sting to keep me up at night, I munged into my collection of music and tried in vain to choose something to sing. Would a quick Ella ditty do? I’d been listening to her a lot lately, and the song “Beginners Luck” had bubbled to the top of my most played list on the old iPod, so I thought I’d go with that.
Practice, practice, practice, over and over I sang. I’m sure my neighbors are fairly sick of Ella, because I’d been singing her nonstop over the course of two days. And guess what? At the actual audition, I didn’t even use the song.
So. I was set to arrive at the church where they are rehearsing when I realized two things. One, I couldn’t really sing that song a cappella. It wasn’t going to happen. And two, I’d forgotten to ask for the scene ahead of time to memorize it.
Duh. If this ever happens again, I’ll be more prepared.
On the way from the train, the brilliant idea of some flavor of christmas carol popped into my head, and I settled on Santa Clause Is Coming To Town. I snuck into the church, up the stairs, and looked through every room I could until I found them. And lo and behold, Tim grabbed me from the hall and there I was in a room of actors under the microscope (so to speak).
The reading went fine, and the scene was fun. Thankfully Tim shooed most of the people out of the room and I sang my little Christmas carol as best as I could. And apparently, it was good enough because I have the part of Score.
SCORE! I’m Score. Score I am.
This is going to be an interesting journey. I’m going to have to sing, dance, and act. Three things I’ve done before, but mostly in distinct fashions. Not so much all at once. But who cares. It’s going to be a blast.
New journeys. That’s what life is about. Find the door, open it, and walk through.
That’s the only way you’ll ever know what’s on the other side.
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Check out the Press Release from The Gay & Lesbian Victory Fund
67. That’s HUGE.
I’ll be singing The Wiz all day
“Can’t you feel a brand new day!”
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I cannot believe how good Barbra Streisand was last night. She was simply magnificent, and when she sang “In A Very Unusual Way” from the musical Nine, tears welled up in my eyes.
Such is the power of her voice. Not to mention the song fits my life in a more than perfect way.
The evening was a once in a lifetime event. I’m glad I saw her, and dammit, all the hard work I’ve done to bring me to the point where I had the chance to see her FOR FREE has been worth it.
Good things happen to those who work hard.
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A quickie video for you’z. You should always bring notes to the polling place. I mean, who can remember 70 some odd folks?
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My typical morning routine has shifted slightly with Invisalign.
1. Alarm rings.
2. Hop out of bed and trudge to the bathroom.
3. Fumble with the gigantic bag of retainer brite tabs and drop one in a warm glass of water.
4. Snick, click, pop, off come both retainers and into the fizzy blue water.
5. THEN the normal routine begins.
6. After showering etc, I brush the retainers and then brush & floss my teeth.
7. And finally, I pop them both back in and get my day started.
Not to mention, drinking tea has become increasingly difficult. I have to pop the trays out, tuck them into their blue clamshell case, have my tea, brush and rinse, and pop them back in.
Oh, and I’m back on food again. Finished the fast over the weekend and started eating. My stomach is totally smaller, so I’m full really fast. Not a bad thing, but I’m sure over time it’ll stretch out again.
It was far easier to fast this time than ever before.
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