Time To Blow This Popsicle Stand!
Here's a little preview of where I'll be come April 12th!

And here's a song I will definitely be listening to whilst I sip fruity drinks and work on my tan.
All Misery / Flowers
I got some shit to say. And I'm lazy.
Here's a little preview of where I'll be come April 12th!
My apologies to anyone who read my last post.I have been in a funk thicker than a Green Bay Packers foam cheesehead and I can't seem to figure out ways to crawl out of it. I think the sunshine, if ever there were any,might help a whole helluva lot.
I am bored. Bored stiff. Bored with work, bored with play, bored with diversions. The only thing that has peaked any interest from me lately is the Wire. I can't get enough of this show. It's totally fucking Shakespearean. I know I'm late to jump on this bandwagon, but this show has totally peaked my interest in television and I'm hooked. Outside of that, I've got bupkiss. A big fat honking nada. I tried to get jazzed about the workshop I did last week, but that took a Herculean effort. If you're going to bother to do a workshop, why don't you do what the process implies? Workshop the fucking script. Don't tiptoe through the tulips with the inherent problems in the script! Don't make 'interesting' a synonym for 'deeply flawed.' I hate having to be overtly nice for no reason. If there's a problem, let's fix it. Why bother to gather a room full of intelligent (for the most part) actors and have them read and read and read a script if you're not going to force the playwright to address the issues of said script that demand attention. We're here for a reason, right? Let's do something with the time then.