a message for THE GANK... and other stuff.
The Gank called me last night. Imagine that. Gank, you fool. I was working. You were told to e-mail me by the grandfather and you have failed to do this. I work tonight as well, and the following night. Friday night I have play rehearsal and work into the afternoon. You will not be able to contact me via the phone any time soon. I havn't paid my cell phone bill in 6 months or more. It has been turned off for now. You can not reach me via the cell phone either. You complain that I have mailed you nothing. I told you before you left here that your first job once you got settled down was to send me a physical letter. and I would physically send you a letter in return. So, I ask thee, where is my fucking letter? Without a fucking letter or some kind of information about a mailing address, I can not send you a letter, can I? You fool. I do apologize that I have been unable and occasionally unwilling to see Dot. I don't often have time, and when I have, I have not felt like going out of my way. I will be seeing Dot soon though. Worry you not, fool. I will invite her to see the play I am in, Baby With The Bathwater. Octavia or Huitavia as the French would call her has a Laughing Colors shirt in her posession. It is yours. You owe me 15 bucks. Be sure she sends it to you and be sure you send me 15 bucks. Continue to try and contact me, fool. We must speak and resolve this issue like men. Love, Respect.
I have escaped the grasp of Harlot Mug. Oh the things I saw in that deep dark dungeon of his. But Fear not! it has only whet my appetite for blood. Even as we speak I am rallying Kitten of Mongrul death to aid War Beagle and Green Mug. and I have learned that another warrior has ended his silence and has chosen a side to fight for. Even now, he is traveleing from the far east to join the front lines in this battle against Harlot Mug. He is none other than...
DON'T BE A DICK SILVER MUG!
Of course this battle will be hard fought as I hear rumors that Squirell and Bird are secretly joining forces against War Beagle, AKA Putter. But goodness shall prevail and the sun will shine again.
DEATH TO ALL ALLIES OF HARLOT MUG!
There will be no soccer this week or probably again for a while. I believe I have a show on the night of the last soccer game. I don't know if they're having another session, though it seems that CCC will not be entering a team even if they do. I am going to get in touch with Rick cuz I want to keep playing. I talked with his team's coach a lot and he seemed to like what he saw from me so maybe I can keep playing. Besides, that team is good and I could deffinitely benefit from having a strong defense around me. But I want to keep playing center. I liked it there. I feel like it's more flexible than the other defensive positions. Although I do want to try offense some, too. I feel like I did really well last game playing more offensively. I actually controlled the ball well and made some nice moves to get by people occasionally, made some decent passes. Took a lot of really bad shots though. I feel like in soccer, much like the one thing I have going for me in basketball is a nose for the ball. Like I tend to get in the right place at the right time. Enough Soccer babble now.
I have the last 2 scenes of the play memorized now. I just have to get my big scene with the voice down. That's the important one anyway. The good news about this character is that unlike Gaston Every time I have a line, I am directly spoken to first. My cues will always have somebody looking at me and saying something for the most part. Gaston just chimed in randomly with shit. It was hard to remember the timing of it. Of course, we all busted our ass on the play to get it down so it worked out nicely. We rehearsed 5, sometimes 6 days a week and people rarely missed rehearsal. Oh well, I can't keep comparing the 2 plays. This play is great, too. It is what it is and I think it will be really good. On plays, I have not worked on my play in some time. I am working some things out in my head as far as transitions and such and where I want the meat of this play to go. But I think it will work once it's done. Also, I feel I should mention that when I say I have not worked on my play in some time, I am speaking of the play I am writing titled Retail, not Baby with the bathwater.
I will give a teaser here though. This is an employee talking to the boss about another employee who treated a deaf customer very poorly...
Shane: (sigh) How many times have you written up John?
Billows: That is strictly confidential. I’m afraid I can’t tell you that.
Shane: 89 times.
Billows: That many? I didn’t know the deaf community around here was that prominent. Wait, how do you know that? It’s confidential.
Shane: John told me.
Billows: Well are you going to believe someone who treats challenged people like that?
Shane: Listen, the man has been written up 89 times and he still has a job. Doesn’t that seem a little bit strange to you.
Billows: well, ahem, some of our more… digressive employees can work up a high total of write-ups after extended periods of time with the company. I’m sure his write-ups occurred with a reasonable amount of time between one another.
Shane: He’s been with the company for a month.
Billows: Ok, ok, so we have a few bad apples. We’re working on weeding them out as we speak.
Shane: You named him the employee of the month
Billows: Do you know anyone else who could sell a radio to a deaf man?
There's your teaser. When I have a substantial bit more written, I will tease you again.
I like pornography.
I have escaped the grasp of Harlot Mug. Oh the things I saw in that deep dark dungeon of his. But Fear not! it has only whet my appetite for blood. Even as we speak I am rallying Kitten of Mongrul death to aid War Beagle and Green Mug. and I have learned that another warrior has ended his silence and has chosen a side to fight for. Even now, he is traveleing from the far east to join the front lines in this battle against Harlot Mug. He is none other than...
DON'T BE A DICK SILVER MUG!
Of course this battle will be hard fought as I hear rumors that Squirell and Bird are secretly joining forces against War Beagle, AKA Putter. But goodness shall prevail and the sun will shine again.
DEATH TO ALL ALLIES OF HARLOT MUG!
There will be no soccer this week or probably again for a while. I believe I have a show on the night of the last soccer game. I don't know if they're having another session, though it seems that CCC will not be entering a team even if they do. I am going to get in touch with Rick cuz I want to keep playing. I talked with his team's coach a lot and he seemed to like what he saw from me so maybe I can keep playing. Besides, that team is good and I could deffinitely benefit from having a strong defense around me. But I want to keep playing center. I liked it there. I feel like it's more flexible than the other defensive positions. Although I do want to try offense some, too. I feel like I did really well last game playing more offensively. I actually controlled the ball well and made some nice moves to get by people occasionally, made some decent passes. Took a lot of really bad shots though. I feel like in soccer, much like the one thing I have going for me in basketball is a nose for the ball. Like I tend to get in the right place at the right time. Enough Soccer babble now.
I have the last 2 scenes of the play memorized now. I just have to get my big scene with the voice down. That's the important one anyway. The good news about this character is that unlike Gaston Every time I have a line, I am directly spoken to first. My cues will always have somebody looking at me and saying something for the most part. Gaston just chimed in randomly with shit. It was hard to remember the timing of it. Of course, we all busted our ass on the play to get it down so it worked out nicely. We rehearsed 5, sometimes 6 days a week and people rarely missed rehearsal. Oh well, I can't keep comparing the 2 plays. This play is great, too. It is what it is and I think it will be really good. On plays, I have not worked on my play in some time. I am working some things out in my head as far as transitions and such and where I want the meat of this play to go. But I think it will work once it's done. Also, I feel I should mention that when I say I have not worked on my play in some time, I am speaking of the play I am writing titled Retail, not Baby with the bathwater.
I will give a teaser here though. This is an employee talking to the boss about another employee who treated a deaf customer very poorly...
Shane: (sigh) How many times have you written up John?
Billows: That is strictly confidential. I’m afraid I can’t tell you that.
Shane: 89 times.
Billows: That many? I didn’t know the deaf community around here was that prominent. Wait, how do you know that? It’s confidential.
Shane: John told me.
Billows: Well are you going to believe someone who treats challenged people like that?
Shane: Listen, the man has been written up 89 times and he still has a job. Doesn’t that seem a little bit strange to you.
Billows: well, ahem, some of our more… digressive employees can work up a high total of write-ups after extended periods of time with the company. I’m sure his write-ups occurred with a reasonable amount of time between one another.
Shane: He’s been with the company for a month.
Billows: Ok, ok, so we have a few bad apples. We’re working on weeding them out as we speak.
Shane: You named him the employee of the month
Billows: Do you know anyone else who could sell a radio to a deaf man?
There's your teaser. When I have a substantial bit more written, I will tease you again.
I like pornography.