Randy Mayfidler At Eleven
Ugs. Things have gotten a teensy bit boring around here. Cedar Falls is
cool and stuff, and it's really nice to get that homeostatic feeling
every now and then, but this is the first time that most of my friends
are somewhere else, and I'm. . . well, here. Kind of a drag, O Wise
Buckingham You. The sad thing is, I'm not scheduled to work again until
a week from today. So I'm not sure what to do, either I stay here and
don't do much, or I go home, where my roommate's gone, and don't do
much. Ah, the life of a slacker. Might as well enjoy it while I can,
since it goes away in, like, a week!
Luckily, this weekend will be a bit different. My good buddy Alex Iliff is coming to town. Which will be wonderful, because he's my absolute best friend, and I haven't seen him in more than a year and a half. (20 months, but who's counting? I mean, really!) Best friends are awesome. I have, like, four now. I used to have one. It was much easier when I had just one, I'm not really sure why, but it was. Work with me dammit. I guess as time goes by, and friends move around, and you move around and stuff, you tend to accumulate more best friends. And at the same time, all the minor friends, the just-above-casual-acquaintances if you will, kind of drop off. So that leaves me with, like, four best friends, and a few others I wouldn't mind contacting every now and then. Man I'm a picky bitch. Where was I going with this? Oh, right. Alex is coming back to town. That will be awesome; he remains one of the few people who I can absolutely joke around like none other with, and who manages to take some concept I've come up with, and actually make it funnier or more creative than I ever could. (Shit, that sounded a little pompous, didn't it. Ah well.) And in times like these, and times like those, a friend like that can be wonderful. Especially when I resort to quoting Jack Johnson.
Anyway, he'll be here for the weekend. With his Canadian girlfriend too, named Margo. (I'd point out how unusual that name is, but I am dating someone named Rainey after all.) I kind of plan to hang around these thar parts until Tuesday, and then I'll drive back home and start looking for a different job. And hey! Classes start a week from Wednesday, and holy shit, it's gonna get crazy after that. Much to do this year man. Much to do. I must get started now. I'll just be over by the cupcakes if you need me.
And now, for some pointless autobiographical trivia! Hooray!! I haven't done one of these in a long time. But just to make it nicer on all of you, I'll go against my better wishes and insert a nice little LJ cut. Okay, now that that's done, we shall continue.
It was eleven years ago today that I put on a play with my friends, called This Is Randy. It's a play I wrote and directed, and spent most of the Summer rehearsing, with my brother, his good friend Joel Pingle, and my good friend Bill Jensen. Heretofore known as Beewee, although he prefers to go under the moniker Referee Billy J. Kind of startling to think we put it on eleven years ago already. At the time, I was so proud, because I'd actually brought a project all the way to completion, we actually performed the thing. I've always written stuff, it's just been a fun pastime, and more often than not, my scripts never get presented. I either lose interest, or other people don't commit, it always seems to happen that these things don't get done. But This Is Randy was an exception. And a good exception at that. Not a great play, I went back and watched it a couple years ago and it was clearly written by a 13-year-old, but man was it fun to put on. Fun to rehearse too. I wrote this huge scene for Bill, and he spent a really good deal of time memorizing his lines for the scene. We'd go on bikerides to George Wyth a lot that Summer, and would recite our lines back and forth. That always kind of floored me, that he put so much time into it. Hell, I spent a lot of time memorizing my lines, and I wrote the fricking thing. I remember that whole day leading up to it, practicing, fearing the whole thing was going to fall apart, biking over to the local Magic Car Wash to get a can of Kick Soda, for a prop. I think we ran through a rehearsal of it that afternoon, for some relative of Joel's, and it just failed. And then that night, when we started, Andy and I just burst into laughter. Not a good sign. One of the funniest things is, I was so nervous performing it. And I was just performing in front of my family, and Joel and Bill's family. In my family room, no less. By now, I do shows in front of people I've never even met, singing songs that are far more personal and connected to my life. Then again, I'm also 24. But it was a good time. I wrote a sequel, and we spent a lot of my 8th Grade schoolyear trying to rehearse it and put it together. Never did, mostly because I'd doubled the cast and it was hard getting everybody to commit to something that wasn't of tremendous value to anyone but me. Sad but true. I still write scripts, just finished one recently actually. Don't ever intend to perform them, it's just something I like to do in my spare time. Either way, eleven years ago tonight, we put on a play. Laugh all you'd like, but it was one of the coolest moments of my life.
So! That being said and done and LJ-cut, I'm going to depart. I think my mom needs the computer anyway, for her own writing projects. Besides, there's got to be something interesting around here to do. Never really found it in the 23 years I lived here of course, but that didn't stop me before! And by Golly Gumdrops, it won't stop me now!! TO INFINITY, AND BJORK!!!!
Luckily, this weekend will be a bit different. My good buddy Alex Iliff is coming to town. Which will be wonderful, because he's my absolute best friend, and I haven't seen him in more than a year and a half. (20 months, but who's counting? I mean, really!) Best friends are awesome. I have, like, four now. I used to have one. It was much easier when I had just one, I'm not really sure why, but it was. Work with me dammit. I guess as time goes by, and friends move around, and you move around and stuff, you tend to accumulate more best friends. And at the same time, all the minor friends, the just-above-casual-acquaintances if you will, kind of drop off. So that leaves me with, like, four best friends, and a few others I wouldn't mind contacting every now and then. Man I'm a picky bitch. Where was I going with this? Oh, right. Alex is coming back to town. That will be awesome; he remains one of the few people who I can absolutely joke around like none other with, and who manages to take some concept I've come up with, and actually make it funnier or more creative than I ever could. (Shit, that sounded a little pompous, didn't it. Ah well.) And in times like these, and times like those, a friend like that can be wonderful. Especially when I resort to quoting Jack Johnson.
Anyway, he'll be here for the weekend. With his Canadian girlfriend too, named Margo. (I'd point out how unusual that name is, but I am dating someone named Rainey after all.) I kind of plan to hang around these thar parts until Tuesday, and then I'll drive back home and start looking for a different job. And hey! Classes start a week from Wednesday, and holy shit, it's gonna get crazy after that. Much to do this year man. Much to do. I must get started now. I'll just be over by the cupcakes if you need me.
And now, for some pointless autobiographical trivia! Hooray!! I haven't done one of these in a long time. But just to make it nicer on all of you, I'll go against my better wishes and insert a nice little LJ cut. Okay, now that that's done, we shall continue.
It was eleven years ago today that I put on a play with my friends, called This Is Randy. It's a play I wrote and directed, and spent most of the Summer rehearsing, with my brother, his good friend Joel Pingle, and my good friend Bill Jensen. Heretofore known as Beewee, although he prefers to go under the moniker Referee Billy J. Kind of startling to think we put it on eleven years ago already. At the time, I was so proud, because I'd actually brought a project all the way to completion, we actually performed the thing. I've always written stuff, it's just been a fun pastime, and more often than not, my scripts never get presented. I either lose interest, or other people don't commit, it always seems to happen that these things don't get done. But This Is Randy was an exception. And a good exception at that. Not a great play, I went back and watched it a couple years ago and it was clearly written by a 13-year-old, but man was it fun to put on. Fun to rehearse too. I wrote this huge scene for Bill, and he spent a really good deal of time memorizing his lines for the scene. We'd go on bikerides to George Wyth a lot that Summer, and would recite our lines back and forth. That always kind of floored me, that he put so much time into it. Hell, I spent a lot of time memorizing my lines, and I wrote the fricking thing. I remember that whole day leading up to it, practicing, fearing the whole thing was going to fall apart, biking over to the local Magic Car Wash to get a can of Kick Soda, for a prop. I think we ran through a rehearsal of it that afternoon, for some relative of Joel's, and it just failed. And then that night, when we started, Andy and I just burst into laughter. Not a good sign. One of the funniest things is, I was so nervous performing it. And I was just performing in front of my family, and Joel and Bill's family. In my family room, no less. By now, I do shows in front of people I've never even met, singing songs that are far more personal and connected to my life. Then again, I'm also 24. But it was a good time. I wrote a sequel, and we spent a lot of my 8th Grade schoolyear trying to rehearse it and put it together. Never did, mostly because I'd doubled the cast and it was hard getting everybody to commit to something that wasn't of tremendous value to anyone but me. Sad but true. I still write scripts, just finished one recently actually. Don't ever intend to perform them, it's just something I like to do in my spare time. Either way, eleven years ago tonight, we put on a play. Laugh all you'd like, but it was one of the coolest moments of my life.
So! That being said and done and LJ-cut, I'm going to depart. I think my mom needs the computer anyway, for her own writing projects. Besides, there's got to be something interesting around here to do. Never really found it in the 23 years I lived here of course, but that didn't stop me before! And by Golly Gumdrops, it won't stop me now!! TO INFINITY, AND BJORK!!!!