Making A Concerted Effort

To blog more. (listening to: War Pigs by Black Sabbath... see previous post)

So, scroll down to see if you've missed anything in the latest hurricane-like frenzy.

I updated the look and feel of my blog today. Hope you like it. Notice the new set of links on the right to my favorite webcomics. As soon as I figure out how to add a link to a Podcast, I'm going to do that as well.

I noticed that when I changed my blog over, I've been blogging for nearly two years now. That's two years, as many jobs, 5 shows, and innumerable dramatic catastrophes. In that vein, I've decided that while I adore the quote above from 1984, I'd like to update it as a part of my fall cleaning. If anyone has any ideas that fit the overall tone of this blog, I'd love to use a new quote up there. I'd prefer it to be an excerpt from a book, though a song lyric isn't out of the question either. Something you think reminds you all of me, while still proclaiming my last few shreds of pretention that I like to hang on to. The gates are open. Make it so.

In other news, rehearsals for my next show are going very well. I enjoy working in that space, and the rest of the cast is great. Except for the actress who plays Miss Casewell. I think she and I are going to have to fight before the run is over. Which is too bad. It really is.

Going to Vegas in a couple weeks for work. So, hopefully I'll have pictures to post of things that I did there that WON'T get me in trouble. Everything else will stay safely undocumented.

KR came back to the cities last night after her extended absence in Chicago. Her show with Redmoon was a fantastical journey through a magical orchard in the deep crimson and gold autumn. (My words, not PR schill) The show had a lot going on, and easily filled the three hours allotted, and the only gripe I had with the whole evening was that I wanted a plot line. It was basically an art gallery that you wandered through, except that it was outside, and you didn't have plaques next to each artist telling you what the hell was going on. You just observed, and enjoyed it at face value. Which I did. I guess I'm just a little too left-brained for my own good sometimes.
Nevertheless, KR was fantastic both on stilts and on land, and only dropped one lemon and a telephone the night I was there. So, if you see her, tell her "good show." Even if you weren't there. She deserved it.

Alright. That's that for the day. I'm at work, so I should probably look busy... er.

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(how i'm thinking about ending all my posts now...)