Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

And I just thought I was moody...

A little blue pill called ABILIFY has changed me for the better. Thank you, doctors and drug developers everywhere! GOD BLESS YOU.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

It's been a while since I've posted. My hair is long again. School is almost OVER, thank Christ.

My balls itch, man!

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Dig Deep, Drop your Shit, and Try Harder

After not acting, aside from scene work in classes, for over a year, I am extremely intimidated by the magnitude of the two roles I'm presently preparing for, Chonen in A Dybbuk, and Mozart in Amadeus. More Mozart than Chonen, but both require a shitload of research. It's a good exercise in self-discipline: prepare, BREATHE, research, analyze, memorize, BREATHE, move, link this work, more research, analyze, memorize...and don't forget to have fun.

God, I have my work cut out for me.

Friday, March 28, 2008

I'd Go Down on Edna St. Vincent Milay

If

1) I was straight
2) I had a few good drinks.

MINDFUL of you the sodden earth in spring,
And all the flowers that in the springtime grow,
And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slow
Rising of the round moon, all throats that sing
The summer through, and each departing wing,
And all the nests that the bared branches show,
And all winds that in any weather blow,
And all the storms that the four seasons bring.

You go no more on your exultant feet
Up paths that only mist and morning knew,
Or watch the wind, or listen to the beat
Of a bird’s wings too high in air to view,—
But you were something more than young and sweet
And fair,—and the long year remembers you.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

A Ditty on the Boston Burlesque Expo

I saw an aged woman
light her breats ablaze
Shimmy, shimmy
Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy
Bringing down the house

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Drinking Precautions!

On the rare occasion that you see me drunk:

3. Do not let me near a piano, because I will immediately start playing Stephen Sondheim's "The Ladies who Lunch."

2. Do not mention "Dreamgirls," because I will immediately start singing "I Am Telling You I'm Not Going" as my inner black woman, named LaFonda. LaFonda has previously attempted to embrace many other African American Standards to the amazement of all, and the amusement of none.

1. Take my telephone away from me. My prank phone call schtick is wearing thin, and I think QVC is onto me.