The play is done. Part of me feels as though I let the side down. It's not the sort of role I particularly excel in, but it seemed to go down rather well. There was an unexpected moment of laughter in a scene between me and Dana. I had a line 'if I didn't leave you for another woman, I'm certainly not going to drop dead just to leave you.' Which is ( Read more... )

I rarely get notes when I'm acting. This was, and is, a reoccurring problem. I realize that if anything I was doing was bad, I would get a note telling me to do it better or differently. And so no news is good news. Except I begin to panic. Everyone else is getting lots of notes and I'm getting nothing. Do you not care about what I'm doing? Am I ( Read more... )

I would like three things:

1. For the play to be over. It was a larf and all, but I'm ready for it to be done. I don't like the show, everyone is brilliant, but the actual show is not my cup of tea at all. If it hadn't been for Tim, I wouldn't have anything to do with it. I've spent too much time on the sound design for nothing in return. That's ( Read more... )

Back's been hurting since Friday. Not fun, not fun at all ( Read more... )

Tweeting back and forth with @deathboyuk. He got me to do something I haven't done in years, look at pictures from the wedding. I wasn't even drunk ( Read more... )

So, things seem to have ended with my online sub. She couldn't get the time off work to come to Vegas and then decided that she couldn't handle not being first in my life. Which is perfectly fair. I'm not sure if I ever actually mentioned her before here. Hmm. Well, it was fun while it lasted ( Read more... )

...excerpt from a long letter never quite finished, but it feels appropriate right now...

Marley was dead to begin with...

Hurm, wrong story. I suppose this is really the story of three people: Dana, Becky (my ex-wife) and myself. I shall skip over some details for sanity, but this is how it began.

I met Dana in high school. She was a freshman ( Read more... )