cat asks:
Jay kinda took my question. I would love to read the story of what brought you to N.Y.
What took you into singing and acting. Where are you from? How long have you lived in N.Y.
Did you have friends that brought you there?
I think you have a good and inspiring story too tell.
Dear Cat,
You can read my answer to Jay’s question in PART 2. I know switching screens is a pain in the ass sometimes so the brief version is, I always wanted to live in a big city and when the opportunity came to attend school in New York I moved out here at 18. It’s been seven years now. I’ve been singing and acting all my life and that is really why I came to New York. I wrote about that in the answer to a question as well but now things are starting to blur together. When I moved out here I didn’t know a single person in the city. Now I have a whole urban family of friends that I’ve built over time. I grew up in Illinois. I spent my entire childhood in The Quad Cities. Not a small town but not a big city. Not big enough for me. I don’t know that my story is inspiring. I was at a time in my life where things were supposed to change and I knew what I wanted so I did it. I made the right choice.
Michael Knight Rambo asks:
Why is my pee black?
Back when it was bright green it used to be fine, but now when it gets rusty red/brown or darker, it really hurts.
It feels as if I have chomping pitbulls with poisonous porcupine quills that are on fire passing through my urethra.
I'm too embarrassed to see my doctor.
Can you help?
Dear Michael Knight Rambo,
Have you been drinking motor oil? If so you should probably stop and you might go back to normal. You also might have leprosy. For safety’s sake I suggest you double bag your favorite parts to ensure you don’t infect others and more importantly, so that nothing falls off. I suggest a strict diet of nothing. No water or food. You will urinate less and eventually the burning will stop because you will be deceased.
minijonb asks:
What person from your past would least like to see walking down the street... and why?
And the flip side... who do you really want to catch up with that you haven't seen in ages?
Dear Minijonb,
There are quite a few people I never want to run into again. One would be my old roommate from France. She was really annoying and I was so thrilled the day we moved away from her horrible voice. I hope I never run into my ex that was a millionaire. That money gives him the power to do whatever he wants and he was so manipulative and angry towards me in the end. The thought of him makes me a little nauseous.
I can think of a few people I would really like to catch up with that I have not seen in a few years but it’s harder to come up with someone I haven’t seen in ages. *Insert ten minute pause of thinking.* Okay, I got one! One of my vocal coaches I had through junior high and high school was a really wonderful woman and I find myself thinking of her every now and then. I thought of her and her husband as a really cool and eclectic old couple. She taught voice lessons to people of all ages in her own living room. Her husband was a wood carver, hypnotist, therapist, and so many other things I don’t even remember. They were the sweetest people and Mrs. Grossman would tell me these wonderful stories about her life that showed how in love she and her husband were. He grew very ill and she started having problems as well. When Mr. Grossman died I went to the visitation and was shocked to see Mrs. Grossman was now in a wheelchair due to a bad hip. She stopped teaching and I haven’t seen her since. I have always wanted to speak to her to let her know how much she influenced my life but I don’t know where to find her.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
I've Got Your Answers - Part 4
Farmer*sWife Asks:
Have you and Casey ever had the "what if" talk about getting married?
[like jay] I also want to know an update on the medical issues and how the MDs are assisting you in dealing with the emotional and physical fear and stress.
[Ne has so many names ;-)] Expanding on her question, where are you planning or hoping to go with your "artistic career"? Is it a side line or do you have big plans to make it all the way?
Tell us something about you that makes you really happy!?
What is your favorite childhood memory?
Dear Farmer*sWife,
The “what if” talk? Not really. I suppose I could elaborate on this. You see, I have always said that I never much intended on getting married and if I did I wouldn’t do it while I was young. Now that youth is passing by I guess that conversation is bound to come up. The only time we ever actually talked about this topic was about a month ago. We have been together for two years and I guess somebody else asked Casey about it so he felt like bringing it up. We talked about it for maybe two minutes. Basically, we both agree that things are good how they are right now so why ruin it?
I think Gary was the one who asked about the medical stuff. You can see the answer in Part 2. I’m still having a lot of problems with anxiety but I don’t trust anyone to help me with it. Wait, is it anxiety or paranoia? I don’t know. Does that mean I’m dying?
I’ve been performing for basically my entire life in one way or another. I miss having it be my entire life. When I moved to New York I went to an academy focused entirely on music, dance, and acting. The idea was to work in Musical Theatre. I quickly learned I would be broke my entire life. I would have to live with roommates and I would never have medical care. So I switched to a real job and every day I miss performing. I don’t know what will happen in the future but I will always wish I was performing somehow somewhere.
Something about me that makes me happy? That is crafty wording and I’m not really sure how to respond. I could say that I’m really happy I’m so freakin’ cool. That sounds cocky though. My tattoos and piercings make me really happy. That is something sort of about me. I don’t know if I understand the question. That makes me unhappy.
I don’t have a favorite childhood memory but I’ll start naming a few good memories off the top of my head. My dad used to drive a .. hmm.. I don’t know what it was called. Like a covered truck or something? A Suburban? It doesn’t matter. He would pick us up from CCD classes (I hated those classes.) and let me, my brother, and the neighbor kids all crawl in the back. Then he would drive trough twisty roads and let us all rumble around screaming with joy. That memory reminds me that he would occasionally pick us up from school in a semi while blasting Frank Zappa. That is bound to get you some attention, right? I remember one particular Christmas when I woke my brother up at 2am and made him come with me to investigate the presents. We went upstairs and found an air hockey table. At the time it was the most exciting thing ever so we played for awhile in the middle of the night. The next morning we were told Santa left us another present and they gave us a cat. I was probably bouncing off the walls that day.
Knot asks: (I just answered right after the questions to make it easier.)
I always do the same questions.
1. Thong, bikini, granny panty, boy short or commando? I switch it up. I have thongs, bikini, and boy shorts. I go commando when necessary but never prefer it. It’s all about what looks best with the outfit you are wearing.
2. Shaved, landing strip or furry and natural? Depends on my mood. Again, I switch it up. Don’t you think this is a little TMI?
3. Length or girth? Seriously doesn’t matter. Worry about the foreplay dude.
4. Most memorable date you have ever been on? Last year for Valentine ’s Day Casey cooked me a fancy dinner and set up a romantic little table in his apt with lit candles and wine. Then he gave me a leather jacket. It was an amazing date. Another Valentine’s date was with a guy in high school who was really charming but he had a huge head. Literally. It was over sized. He came to pick me up at my house. Our driveway is a steep hill. Add that plus snow and bald tires. You get an amusing evening of watching my dad and brother try to shove my date’s car out of the neighbor’s yard. Was that what you meant by memorable?
Have you and Casey ever had the "what if" talk about getting married?
[like jay] I also want to know an update on the medical issues and how the MDs are assisting you in dealing with the emotional and physical fear and stress.
[Ne has so many names ;-)] Expanding on her question, where are you planning or hoping to go with your "artistic career"? Is it a side line or do you have big plans to make it all the way?
Tell us something about you that makes you really happy!?
What is your favorite childhood memory?
Dear Farmer*sWife,
The “what if” talk? Not really. I suppose I could elaborate on this. You see, I have always said that I never much intended on getting married and if I did I wouldn’t do it while I was young. Now that youth is passing by I guess that conversation is bound to come up. The only time we ever actually talked about this topic was about a month ago. We have been together for two years and I guess somebody else asked Casey about it so he felt like bringing it up. We talked about it for maybe two minutes. Basically, we both agree that things are good how they are right now so why ruin it?
I think Gary was the one who asked about the medical stuff. You can see the answer in Part 2. I’m still having a lot of problems with anxiety but I don’t trust anyone to help me with it. Wait, is it anxiety or paranoia? I don’t know. Does that mean I’m dying?
I’ve been performing for basically my entire life in one way or another. I miss having it be my entire life. When I moved to New York I went to an academy focused entirely on music, dance, and acting. The idea was to work in Musical Theatre. I quickly learned I would be broke my entire life. I would have to live with roommates and I would never have medical care. So I switched to a real job and every day I miss performing. I don’t know what will happen in the future but I will always wish I was performing somehow somewhere.
Something about me that makes me happy? That is crafty wording and I’m not really sure how to respond. I could say that I’m really happy I’m so freakin’ cool. That sounds cocky though. My tattoos and piercings make me really happy. That is something sort of about me. I don’t know if I understand the question. That makes me unhappy.
I don’t have a favorite childhood memory but I’ll start naming a few good memories off the top of my head. My dad used to drive a .. hmm.. I don’t know what it was called. Like a covered truck or something? A Suburban? It doesn’t matter. He would pick us up from CCD classes (I hated those classes.) and let me, my brother, and the neighbor kids all crawl in the back. Then he would drive trough twisty roads and let us all rumble around screaming with joy. That memory reminds me that he would occasionally pick us up from school in a semi while blasting Frank Zappa. That is bound to get you some attention, right? I remember one particular Christmas when I woke my brother up at 2am and made him come with me to investigate the presents. We went upstairs and found an air hockey table. At the time it was the most exciting thing ever so we played for awhile in the middle of the night. The next morning we were told Santa left us another present and they gave us a cat. I was probably bouncing off the walls that day.
Knot asks: (I just answered right after the questions to make it easier.)
I always do the same questions.
1. Thong, bikini, granny panty, boy short or commando? I switch it up. I have thongs, bikini, and boy shorts. I go commando when necessary but never prefer it. It’s all about what looks best with the outfit you are wearing.
2. Shaved, landing strip or furry and natural? Depends on my mood. Again, I switch it up. Don’t you think this is a little TMI?
3. Length or girth? Seriously doesn’t matter. Worry about the foreplay dude.
4. Most memorable date you have ever been on? Last year for Valentine ’s Day Casey cooked me a fancy dinner and set up a romantic little table in his apt with lit candles and wine. Then he gave me a leather jacket. It was an amazing date. Another Valentine’s date was with a guy in high school who was really charming but he had a huge head. Literally. It was over sized. He came to pick me up at my house. Our driveway is a steep hill. Add that plus snow and bald tires. You get an amusing evening of watching my dad and brother try to shove my date’s car out of the neighbor’s yard. Was that what you meant by memorable?
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I’ve Got Your Answers – Part 3
Dana asks:
What is one (or more) personality "flaws" you have that you think might surprise us?
Dear Dana,
I could write for quite some time on this one but it would probably bore you and I’m not sure anyone would be surprised. Also, I know there are several things about me that others would perceive as flaws but I don’t see it that way. I don’t think those are worth mentioning. I’ll just stick with what I would ideally change.
One of my big problems is that I’m unable to express myself in words. (Smooth move starting a blog, right?) When the moment comes I never have the right thing to say and I can’t properly communicate what is in my head. I end up being silent or never getting to my point. This makes me come off cold. Sure, I am cold intentionally a lot of the time but I think that the perception happens more then intended. I’m poetic and romantic in my own head alone. Nobody else would ever see that.
I tend to come off as unaffected too often. A lot of the time I am because I’m fairly laid back and don’t have rules. I’m so used to playing the role of unaffected that when I’m not I don’t express my hurt and when I bottle too long it comes out as passive aggressive. Unfortunately everything comes at the wrong moment and I’m passive aggressive about something that had nothing to do with the original problem. Much like this explanation I confuse me and everyone else involved.
I have no tolerance for intolerant people, which makes me a hypocrite. How in the hell do you fix that?
I’m quick to cut friends out of my life if I deem our relationship irreparable. I know this isn’t the responsible thing to do. It’s selfish on my part.
I’m sure I have a ton more to announce but that is all that comes to mind. So, beware.
Calm B4 the Storm asks:
I am cheesy as always but what made you decide to blog??
Where do you see yourself in lets say 5 yrs??
Love Ya Sis!
Dear, Ne, aka Sis, aka Calm
I think I should start by explaining to my readers real quick that Ne is not my real sister. She is my hot blog sister and hopefully some day we will meet because I adore her.
Anyway, I started blogging in Feb of 2006 about a week after Casey broke up with me. (We eventually got back together.) I think I needed an outlet for thoughts and at the time I was regularly reading the blogs of my real life friends, Jason, Darla, and GMEyster. Obviously I got jealous and started my own. If you look at the crap I was writing about in the beginning it’s all nonsense about Jazz artists from the start of the century. I discovered I kind of like it here and stuck with it.
Where will I be five years from now? I have NO idea. I can’t even imagine what I will be doing next year let alone when I’m 30. I hope I have a new career that makes me happy. I hope I am still performing. Other than that it is a blank slate. I’m not old enough to look that far ahead. It’s foggy and scary out there. I prefer now.
Just for fun, let’s assume I will be living in Ohio where I mow lawns in my swimsuit for a living. I will take up smoking the pipe and competitive grouting as hobbies. Having taken local classes in performance makeup I will spend way too much time drawing on my own eyebrows every day and to compensate for time lost I will have shaved my head. I will still be blogging but my constant talk of the various ways to cook corn will have driven you all away.
What is one (or more) personality "flaws" you have that you think might surprise us?
Dear Dana,
I could write for quite some time on this one but it would probably bore you and I’m not sure anyone would be surprised. Also, I know there are several things about me that others would perceive as flaws but I don’t see it that way. I don’t think those are worth mentioning. I’ll just stick with what I would ideally change.
One of my big problems is that I’m unable to express myself in words. (Smooth move starting a blog, right?) When the moment comes I never have the right thing to say and I can’t properly communicate what is in my head. I end up being silent or never getting to my point. This makes me come off cold. Sure, I am cold intentionally a lot of the time but I think that the perception happens more then intended. I’m poetic and romantic in my own head alone. Nobody else would ever see that.
I tend to come off as unaffected too often. A lot of the time I am because I’m fairly laid back and don’t have rules. I’m so used to playing the role of unaffected that when I’m not I don’t express my hurt and when I bottle too long it comes out as passive aggressive. Unfortunately everything comes at the wrong moment and I’m passive aggressive about something that had nothing to do with the original problem. Much like this explanation I confuse me and everyone else involved.
I have no tolerance for intolerant people, which makes me a hypocrite. How in the hell do you fix that?
I’m quick to cut friends out of my life if I deem our relationship irreparable. I know this isn’t the responsible thing to do. It’s selfish on my part.
I’m sure I have a ton more to announce but that is all that comes to mind. So, beware.
Calm B4 the Storm asks:
I am cheesy as always but what made you decide to blog??
Where do you see yourself in lets say 5 yrs??
Love Ya Sis!
Dear, Ne, aka Sis, aka Calm
I think I should start by explaining to my readers real quick that Ne is not my real sister. She is my hot blog sister and hopefully some day we will meet because I adore her.
Anyway, I started blogging in Feb of 2006 about a week after Casey broke up with me. (We eventually got back together.) I think I needed an outlet for thoughts and at the time I was regularly reading the blogs of my real life friends, Jason, Darla, and GMEyster. Obviously I got jealous and started my own. If you look at the crap I was writing about in the beginning it’s all nonsense about Jazz artists from the start of the century. I discovered I kind of like it here and stuck with it.
Where will I be five years from now? I have NO idea. I can’t even imagine what I will be doing next year let alone when I’m 30. I hope I have a new career that makes me happy. I hope I am still performing. Other than that it is a blank slate. I’m not old enough to look that far ahead. It’s foggy and scary out there. I prefer now.
Just for fun, let’s assume I will be living in Ohio where I mow lawns in my swimsuit for a living. I will take up smoking the pipe and competitive grouting as hobbies. Having taken local classes in performance makeup I will spend way too much time drawing on my own eyebrows every day and to compensate for time lost I will have shaved my head. I will still be blogging but my constant talk of the various ways to cook corn will have driven you all away.
Monday, November 17, 2008
I've Got Your Answers - Part 2
Gary Asks:
Very personal, because I forgot the details. I know you have seizures, does the doctor say it is epilepsy? Do you take medicine for it? Does it require you to change what you eat and drink?
Have you always loved singing, performing? Background please!
:)
Dear Gary (aka: The Pottery God),
I have had seizures but thankfully not that frequently and ideally never again. My neurologist does not call it Epilepsy yet. I guess they are not 100% sure on that. I take medication for it twice a day but honestly I wonder if it works for me at all. I have a feeling my seizures are more related to sleep issues. I haven’t had to change what I eat because I tend to be fairly healthy most of the time anyway. The only thing that has changed is my alcohol consumption. I used to drink quite a bit. I’m only 25 you know. Two years ago I could easily drink two bottles of wine, go to bed at 4, and be at work at 8am. Now if I drink as much as three glasses I could get sick for an entire day. Not always, but sometimes. I used to love vodka tonics with lemon but I can’t drink that at all anymore. The medication makes me unable to handle it so I try to be more careful. The feeling of being drunk never really happens anymore. I go from being fine to sick in minutes. I believe this is because of the medication. It does say “Alcohol intensifies effect” on the bottle. I just can’t give up the wine and beer.
I have always loved singing and performing. My mom was always a tomboy growing up and I think she assumed I would be so they had me playing softball, basketball, and whatever else. I sucked at everything. Around that same time I was singing constantly. I had a little toy microphone and speaker. I had a mic plugged into my boom box. We had a karaoke machine. You couldn’t get me to shut up. At some point my mom asked if I would like taking voice lessons. I must have been 8 or 9. Maybe younger. I’m not good with time lines. I never stopped taking lessons until I graduated from college and couldn’t afford it any more. My very first voice teacher invited me to a showcase of a local kids performing group. I remember going with my mom (I never realized until just now that it was always my mom, hmmm) and she asked if I would like to start taking classes. This group had me performing for years at local theaters, malls, fairs, and whatever else they could come up with. I also did every community theater show I could get into. It made my entire childhood.
After writing this I ended up on the phone with my mom and thanked her for always being the supportive one who got me involved with all the things that make me happy. She said I should probably thank my Grandmother as well. So Thanks to both of them and thanks to Gary for helping to point out what should have been obvious.
Very personal, because I forgot the details. I know you have seizures, does the doctor say it is epilepsy? Do you take medicine for it? Does it require you to change what you eat and drink?
Have you always loved singing, performing? Background please!
:)
Dear Gary (aka: The Pottery God),
I have had seizures but thankfully not that frequently and ideally never again. My neurologist does not call it Epilepsy yet. I guess they are not 100% sure on that. I take medication for it twice a day but honestly I wonder if it works for me at all. I have a feeling my seizures are more related to sleep issues. I haven’t had to change what I eat because I tend to be fairly healthy most of the time anyway. The only thing that has changed is my alcohol consumption. I used to drink quite a bit. I’m only 25 you know. Two years ago I could easily drink two bottles of wine, go to bed at 4, and be at work at 8am. Now if I drink as much as three glasses I could get sick for an entire day. Not always, but sometimes. I used to love vodka tonics with lemon but I can’t drink that at all anymore. The medication makes me unable to handle it so I try to be more careful. The feeling of being drunk never really happens anymore. I go from being fine to sick in minutes. I believe this is because of the medication. It does say “Alcohol intensifies effect” on the bottle. I just can’t give up the wine and beer.
I have always loved singing and performing. My mom was always a tomboy growing up and I think she assumed I would be so they had me playing softball, basketball, and whatever else. I sucked at everything. Around that same time I was singing constantly. I had a little toy microphone and speaker. I had a mic plugged into my boom box. We had a karaoke machine. You couldn’t get me to shut up. At some point my mom asked if I would like taking voice lessons. I must have been 8 or 9. Maybe younger. I’m not good with time lines. I never stopped taking lessons until I graduated from college and couldn’t afford it any more. My very first voice teacher invited me to a showcase of a local kids performing group. I remember going with my mom (I never realized until just now that it was always my mom, hmmm) and she asked if I would like to start taking classes. This group had me performing for years at local theaters, malls, fairs, and whatever else they could come up with. I also did every community theater show I could get into. It made my entire childhood.
After writing this I ended up on the phone with my mom and thanked her for always being the supportive one who got me involved with all the things that make me happy. She said I should probably thank my Grandmother as well. So Thanks to both of them and thanks to Gary for helping to point out what should have been obvious.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
I've Got Your Answers - Part 1
First of all, thank you for your questions. I'm so happy I have amusing readers that can make my day and blog so much better. Now I have all kinds of shit to write about! I was going to go in order of comments received which would make Gary up first. Then I wrote the answer which (was more like a novel) during my lunch break and saved it to my work e-mail. Oops. Guess I will be posting that one on Monday. Alright, let's get started.
Furiousball asks:
what's the fastest land animal on earth?
Dear Furiousball,
That is one sexy animal. I love big cats. Rawr.
Micky-T asks:
If you lived in a house, would you own a pet?
Dear Micky-T,
How big is this house? Can I have a Cheetah? I don't think I would. I have a hard time taking care of my plant Al. It's a lot of responsibility and animals in general seem to hate me. They can sense my fear and they take advantage of it. Evil animals. When I was young we had a newt named Newt. I do like reptiles quite a bit. I just don't like feeding live animals to things. We also had a calico cat named C.C. and a cocker spaniel named Sweetness. I loved our animals but I don't think I am currently capable of taking care of one. For now I will just enjoy visiting Casey's cat Clementine. She hates me too.
Jay asks:
When did you decide that you wanted to move from the Midwest to New York? Did you always want to move there? And how did you move to NY? Just you just up and move? Or did you have a plan? And what's it like being so damn sexy? ;-)
Dear Jay,
I don't remember when it was that I decided I needed to be in New York. It always just seemed like the obvious thing to do but I don't remember why. I thought this at a fairly young age. When I was thinking about college I applied to an acting school in Manhattan and when I got my acceptance letter it was a done deal. I had never even been to the city until four months before I moved here. I was 18 when I moved into student housing on the Upper West Side. I didn't know a single person in this entire region. I didn't come out alone though. My mom flew out with me for the first couple days while I started school orientation and the whole thing was pretty easy to be honest. It felt natural. Like there was nowhere else I could possibly belong.
As for being so damn sexy, what are you asking me for? You have all the answers ;)
GMEyster asks:
What really terrifies you?
Dear GMEyster,
I could take the easy road and say rodents and birds. I have an irrational fear of both. It's embarrassing. Seriously though? I've been honest to Jeebus terrified of people lately. With the election, Prop 8, and everything else, I have heard so many hateful comments from all sides. It really scares me. If I lose all faith in people I won't have a lot left. That terrifies me too. Not having anyone. I spend a lot of time alone but I often wonder what would happen if I no longer had the people I care about to go to.
Oh geez... that is not a cheery note to end on. I meant babies. Babies scare me. They leak a lot and are too fragile. They have those scary glossy eyes all love filled and that horrid cooing sound. Eww! Yeah, babies are the most terrifying thing ever.
To be continued...
Furiousball asks:
what's the fastest land animal on earth?
Dear Furiousball,
That is one sexy animal. I love big cats. Rawr.
Micky-T asks:
If you lived in a house, would you own a pet?
Dear Micky-T,
How big is this house? Can I have a Cheetah? I don't think I would. I have a hard time taking care of my plant Al. It's a lot of responsibility and animals in general seem to hate me. They can sense my fear and they take advantage of it. Evil animals. When I was young we had a newt named Newt. I do like reptiles quite a bit. I just don't like feeding live animals to things. We also had a calico cat named C.C. and a cocker spaniel named Sweetness. I loved our animals but I don't think I am currently capable of taking care of one. For now I will just enjoy visiting Casey's cat Clementine. She hates me too.
Jay asks:
When did you decide that you wanted to move from the Midwest to New York? Did you always want to move there? And how did you move to NY? Just you just up and move? Or did you have a plan? And what's it like being so damn sexy? ;-)
Dear Jay,
I don't remember when it was that I decided I needed to be in New York. It always just seemed like the obvious thing to do but I don't remember why. I thought this at a fairly young age. When I was thinking about college I applied to an acting school in Manhattan and when I got my acceptance letter it was a done deal. I had never even been to the city until four months before I moved here. I was 18 when I moved into student housing on the Upper West Side. I didn't know a single person in this entire region. I didn't come out alone though. My mom flew out with me for the first couple days while I started school orientation and the whole thing was pretty easy to be honest. It felt natural. Like there was nowhere else I could possibly belong.
As for being so damn sexy, what are you asking me for? You have all the answers ;)
GMEyster asks:
What really terrifies you?
Dear GMEyster,
I could take the easy road and say rodents and birds. I have an irrational fear of both. It's embarrassing. Seriously though? I've been honest to Jeebus terrified of people lately. With the election, Prop 8, and everything else, I have heard so many hateful comments from all sides. It really scares me. If I lose all faith in people I won't have a lot left. That terrifies me too. Not having anyone. I spend a lot of time alone but I often wonder what would happen if I no longer had the people I care about to go to.
Oh geez... that is not a cheery note to end on. I meant babies. Babies scare me. They leak a lot and are too fragile. They have those scary glossy eyes all love filled and that horrid cooing sound. Eww! Yeah, babies are the most terrifying thing ever.
To be continued...
Friday, November 14, 2008
Do it for me.
I have no inspiration so here is what I’m going to do, I’m going to answer questions. If you ask questions in the comments here I’ll write my next post about it. Take advantage of the opportunity. It might be your only chance. Make it interesting so I have something to do. Thanks.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Cereal and Lightning
Sorry I’m MIA so frequently. Things have been crazy. The show on Friday went well. There isn’t a whole lot to say about it except you missed out. I got free candy. No, nobody recorded anything. Sorry.
On Saturday morning Casey and I woke up and decided it was a lovely day for irreparable body damage/art. I’m talking about tattoos. This was my third one; however, you might say I’ve been under the needle four times because I had one changed a few years after it was originally done. This time around we went to a cool little place in the East Village that was recommended by a friend of mine. It had Victorian couches and really interesting/ unusual jewelry on display. It must have been the coolest parlor I’ve ever been in. Want to see what I got?
Luckily I had this picture in my sent mail. Otherwise I would have never gotten around to posting something. If you can’t tell, this is my lower back and all those odd marks are where the tape from the bandage wouldn’t come off.
So that was my Saturday day. After this I went to discuss my next show with Ava before she went in to work. We got very little done but did have a good drink. Have you ever tried port cider? Holy crap that’s good! Then I went home to get in my flapper costume for the party Saturday night. It was kind of cute I must admit. The party was a little wild and the dude who throws this annual shindig brews beer so I had some amazing pumpkin ale to boot! At some point I recall a bag of fruit loops being ripped open and dumped down my face all over the floor. Clearly we are rock stars.
I think that was the last thing worth mentioning. I’ll try to be back soon.
On Saturday morning Casey and I woke up and decided it was a lovely day for irreparable body damage/art. I’m talking about tattoos. This was my third one; however, you might say I’ve been under the needle four times because I had one changed a few years after it was originally done. This time around we went to a cool little place in the East Village that was recommended by a friend of mine. It had Victorian couches and really interesting/ unusual jewelry on display. It must have been the coolest parlor I’ve ever been in. Want to see what I got?
Luckily I had this picture in my sent mail. Otherwise I would have never gotten around to posting something. If you can’t tell, this is my lower back and all those odd marks are where the tape from the bandage wouldn’t come off.
So that was my Saturday day. After this I went to discuss my next show with Ava before she went in to work. We got very little done but did have a good drink. Have you ever tried port cider? Holy crap that’s good! Then I went home to get in my flapper costume for the party Saturday night. It was kind of cute I must admit. The party was a little wild and the dude who throws this annual shindig brews beer so I had some amazing pumpkin ale to boot! At some point I recall a bag of fruit loops being ripped open and dumped down my face all over the floor. Clearly we are rock stars.
I think that was the last thing worth mentioning. I’ll try to be back soon.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
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