We've got a pulse
Admittedly, I've done a lousy job of keeping this thing current in any sense. So, here's some bullet points.
At this point, I've been seeing my girlfriend Lisa for longer than I've ever managed to date someone without screwing things up or getting dumped. I feel pretty good about the whole thing. We've talked about moving in together, but I don't much want to move again this year. I'm thinking about it, but neither of us wants to rush anything.
Bad Guys In Suits finished it's run at the Apollo Studio in Chicago where we sold out 7 out of 8 shows. We did one show in Iowa at the Des Moines Social Club. The theatre had 100 seats in it. The final house number was around 160.
I'm working on a new show called Yellow, an original work set to go up at Gorilla Tango in August. After much work and some rewrites it's looking much better.
I finally finished building the computer I started a year ago. I am pleased with it. It works. It is awesome.
Driving out to my parents' house I went past my high school. The big light-up sign in the parking lot informed me that my ten year high school reunion was coming up and where I could go for more information. The website noted gave me details of the Class of '89's 20 Year Reunion. Nothing on the class of '99. I feel pretty ambivalent on the subject. On the one hand there are a few people I'd like to see and several I still hear from now and then that it would be nice to see face-to-face and if you're reading this then I'm probably talking about you. On the other hand, I'm not really motivated to do much lately. There's the district website which has no information on it, and there's a Facebook page for the event, though there's no date and no location. Just a long series of comments each as inane or idiotic as the last. The only vaguely-intelligent one that stands out read, "Wow...were we always this disorganized?"
I'm running a 6k in just under 2 weeks. It's called the Warrior Dash. There's a pretty cool interactive map on the site. It's a 3k run followed by a 3k obstacle course.
I'm planning to take classes at Act One Studios this fall in voiceover and I want to take aerial classes again at the Actor's Gym. I'm hoping to find the time to work on my poi skills and to get back into the habit of fire eating as it's been a while since I did that.
I hate my job. Really. It makes me fantasize about the prospect of getting hit by a car as broken bones would be preferable to this job. I work in human resources. I do office work, maintaining the moderately-sized yet complex bureaucracy that constitutes my department. The benefits are good, the pay is not great, the job is terrible. People tell me I'm lucky, that at least I have a job. I liken this to being kicked in the face repeatedly by an angry man and, upon stating how unpleasant it is, to be told, "Hey, it could be worse. He could be kicking you in the balls." And while that's a valid point, it doesn't take away from the fact that I'm being kicked in the face.
In this atmosphere, it's hard to motivate myself to do much at the end of the day. I don't write as much as I'd like to. I don't read plays as much as I should. I have more ideas than I have words to express them, and I can't find the will to find the words.
At this point, I've been seeing my girlfriend Lisa for longer than I've ever managed to date someone without screwing things up or getting dumped. I feel pretty good about the whole thing. We've talked about moving in together, but I don't much want to move again this year. I'm thinking about it, but neither of us wants to rush anything.
Bad Guys In Suits finished it's run at the Apollo Studio in Chicago where we sold out 7 out of 8 shows. We did one show in Iowa at the Des Moines Social Club. The theatre had 100 seats in it. The final house number was around 160.
I'm working on a new show called Yellow, an original work set to go up at Gorilla Tango in August. After much work and some rewrites it's looking much better.
I finally finished building the computer I started a year ago. I am pleased with it. It works. It is awesome.
Driving out to my parents' house I went past my high school. The big light-up sign in the parking lot informed me that my ten year high school reunion was coming up and where I could go for more information. The website noted gave me details of the Class of '89's 20 Year Reunion. Nothing on the class of '99. I feel pretty ambivalent on the subject. On the one hand there are a few people I'd like to see and several I still hear from now and then that it would be nice to see face-to-face and if you're reading this then I'm probably talking about you. On the other hand, I'm not really motivated to do much lately. There's the district website which has no information on it, and there's a Facebook page for the event, though there's no date and no location. Just a long series of comments each as inane or idiotic as the last. The only vaguely-intelligent one that stands out read, "Wow...were we always this disorganized?"
I'm running a 6k in just under 2 weeks. It's called the Warrior Dash. There's a pretty cool interactive map on the site. It's a 3k run followed by a 3k obstacle course.
I'm planning to take classes at Act One Studios this fall in voiceover and I want to take aerial classes again at the Actor's Gym. I'm hoping to find the time to work on my poi skills and to get back into the habit of fire eating as it's been a while since I did that.
I hate my job. Really. It makes me fantasize about the prospect of getting hit by a car as broken bones would be preferable to this job. I work in human resources. I do office work, maintaining the moderately-sized yet complex bureaucracy that constitutes my department. The benefits are good, the pay is not great, the job is terrible. People tell me I'm lucky, that at least I have a job. I liken this to being kicked in the face repeatedly by an angry man and, upon stating how unpleasant it is, to be told, "Hey, it could be worse. He could be kicking you in the balls." And while that's a valid point, it doesn't take away from the fact that I'm being kicked in the face.
In this atmosphere, it's hard to motivate myself to do much at the end of the day. I don't write as much as I'd like to. I don't read plays as much as I should. I have more ideas than I have words to express them, and I can't find the will to find the words.