Yeah. I mean, I've gotten a couple of comments; so at least one soul out there is reading. Also, the Weebly statistics page assures me that I have lots of visitors and page views. Not in the millions or anything; but more than zero.
What are you doing right now, in your life, that is?
Well, I'm in a local version of Oliver!
Who are you playing?
Oliver!(!). No, just kidding. I'm playing "Dr. Grimwig," "Bar Patron," and "Man on Bridge." We open tomorrow night!
Is this some kind of "Bio-Feedback"?
I guess so.
Don't you think that picture above is a little out of focus; like you're attempting to obscure the lines on your face via blur? I mean, is this a blog; or a Plexaderm commercial?
Well, that wasn't my intention. I'll post another one:
After this play, that is, as I'm also a "Bearded Lady" during one of the numbers in Oliver!
Speaking of Oliver!; are you excited about tonight?
No. I never get excited about opening night. Trepidation comes to mind. I'll get excited once the kinks are ironed out.
Like my dancing. Or should I say, "non-dancing." Here's a simple step from the show that I still have yet to master:
It actually went really well. Even my dance bit was not too bad. We're wearing mics for this, and of course, mine fell off into the depths of my costume; but I was able to fix the problem. This show has had some problems with people forgetting lines, but we got through that. My least favorite number is "Consider Yourself." It goes on for like ten minutes, which is an eternity. And the lyrics are repetitive. But they are put in different order throughout the song so it's like having to memorize an epic poem. "Oh, wait...am I supposed to sing "Well in" here; or "one of the family." But I'm not the only one having the problem.
So, what are you obsessing about lately?
The Maui fire. I just couldn't understand how a lush, tropical island could go up in flames. But then I read that huge areas around the town were once sugar cane fields and when the sugar company pulled out, non-native grasses were planted and never managed. The dry grasses turned into a perfect inferno. Why were the grasses allowed to proliferate? They knew this could happen. And now it has. Mankind is really stupid. I mean we can build robots now; but we can't replant the right grass on an island?
Well, that's kind of depressing. What can we think of that's a little more optimistic?
I have an idea for a sitcom that I want to write and I was re-reading the opening of a novel I started about a year ago.
I think it's pretty good. I'll often start something and put it on the back-burner and then something else will come along. The something else gets finished and the back-burner never comes back to the front burner. But I think this "back burner" project is something I could get into. It's kind of a Sylvia Plath journey where a young woman falls in love with a Greek sponge diver. That's all I can say right now.
Only Murders In the Building (Martin Short, consistently amusing, Meryl Streep (can do no wrong), Steve Martin: would it kill you to do some full frontal? General Hospital (doing a man adapting to a wheelchair story line; hmmmmmm). Any new (for me) Seinfeld episodes I can find on Comedy Central on Wednesdays. A Closer Look reruns.
Did you Barbieheimer?
Sort of. Saw Barbie one weekend and then Oppenheimer the next.
What did you think?
Well, they both had their moments; but, why did they feel the need to turn Barbie into a gender-politics lecture? And why didn't Oppenheimer have a "take your breath away" moment with the bomb going off? It was all that build-up and then the fuse kind of fizzled. I feel no need to see either one, ever again.
How's the OCD bout going? The one that started just about a year ago?
It's dissipated quite a bit. I'm taking a supplement called Ashwagandha and it really helps, overall.
Ah, none that I can think of right now.