the subway is a rollercoaster that takes you to work.

You haters can't stomach all mah fuckin creativity

I sort of am trying to make this blog more interesting, because it just needs to be. I've had it for 7 years, so I need to justify its existence. But see, I can't log on at work, and my laptop will no longer acknowledge the internet, so I have to sneak on to my brother's computer to do this, so by the time he's gone to bed it's very very late and I've gotten all sentimental (drunk) and serious (drunk).

I'm in the last week of rehearsals for the sketch show that I am in (from which my title has been stolen), while writing and rehearsing another sketch show with a different group and also doing improvs. I am sleepy and my hands are dry. I would love a day off. I would love to see a movie, I would love to drink whimes and talk with mah ladies, but I still love what I am doing. Wednesday was a 4 1/2 hour marathon that reminded me why I love comedy, and how far I have to go. I was a nice feeling. You can mock people speaking in tongues, but when you get me in a room seeing my favorite people, watch me flail and pump my fist, watch me grab the nearest person and shake him. I'm not saying it's the same thing, I am just drawing parallels.

I got a mani-pedi on tuesday for fun and to treat myself for some recent achievements. I had a guy, which was nuts, but also, the fact that they wait on you hand and foot LITERALLY for 1 1/2 hours and only charge you $23? That is criminal. I won't have it. I am not "into" that. It's crazy. Here is all of my cash, Sun-Yi. I can take the toe wrap off myself. Thank you.

I got a bonus at work, which is weird, and I set aside the bulk of it for my deposit when I move but I also wanted to donate a little of it somewhere for karma. I do work in finance, fer the sake of fuck. I got one of these these bags. It's pretty great. Look into it. A kid in Africa eats in school for a year and also it is a nice bag that actually stays on your shoulder.

i need some new music. Gimme some.

I can't remember what my new years resolutions were, but I think I am close to keeping them.

I learned a few things this weekend. Like: some cabbies don't know where Astoria is, so they will just drive you around for a while and then pull over wherever. Also: there is always puke on the subway platform, and Sunday morning, it was mine. Also, No matter how early the shoot, how dehydrated, cold and tired I am, and no matter how bad of a job I do: acting will always be more fun than my day job.

it doesn't sound like it's good, but it is.

So I was shopping for groceries, and I was listening to my iPod and some song came on and my hands were full so i just let it play. And then, in my pocket, it managed to play itself again. Then, I made my iPod play it three more times. I listened to Ani Difranco's cover of Prince's "When You Were Mine", live, five times in a row, because I prefer my guts to be on the outside of my body.

Halfway through the night can we talk and see, cuz there's no way that I'll sleep when you're with me

I made the mistake of listening to "Come sail away" before bed the other day. I mean, HOW are you supposed to SLEEP after that song??? What were they thinking??? When they made that song??? Jeez!

MLK Party


hosting kittah:


I got a grow your own nerd for valentines day a few years ago:

I grew him!

Then I let him shrink again. Now he is sitting on a cheese plate.

Yay! I love photo posto.

Like i said, I like it blurry.

Here are some some pics from my recent trip home. Lovely times.

I like mah name in print.
the Nowak boys

Mother and son dance

being fancy with it


So many fellas:
a cute little baby


Flying back to new york at dawn.

rhythm is the key as I open up the door

I'm unshowered and about an hour late for a party. I must really be tired. Lotsa rejerksals and staying out lates. 10+ hours at the trip c this week including brunch this morning. I should be getting paid to hang out there. I've been rehearsaing 2 sketch shows in addition to the other stuff i normally do so I feel a little less than human lately. I needed to do laundry a week and a half ago. Food and sleep are good ideas. If I can manage that I can make it.

what else is going on in the news? anything? No. I haven't had time to upload pictures from my cousin's wedding, but just picture a bunch of people from western new york in dresses and ties, and then make it all blurry.

What else, what else. Just trying to push that vitriol down the page a bit.

lalala.

Sorry I haven't posted in forever. Work won't let me log on and I have been super busy.

Also, I have been throwing up pretty much constantly.
http://artvoice.com/issues/v7n3/theaterweek

Theater people understand narrative and can quickly recognize a story that has major details missing
 
Right?  Like the name of the victim?  and where exactly the touching happened?  Why isn't THAT printed in the paper? She was obviously begging for it! What was she wearing?  A winnie the pooh nightgown?    The police don't know what they're doing, let's let some theater people do the sleuthing!  I've got ten Dinner theater murder mystery plants on call, round the clock!

I might throw up.

Oh wait, I am throwing up. In my heart.

Still, people of the theater community feel that they do know Steve Cooper, and whether he has erred or is being persecuted, there is a sense of resolve to support him.

The least he could have said was, "innocent until proven guilty" and left it at that.  I would have respected that. But support?  he's grown man who knew better and he didn't "err", he made a selfish, damaging, active, planned, informed choice. So be real men and women and cut him out of your lives. People who support perpetrators of these crimes and not the victims, who think 11-year old girls are "persecuting" men who abuse them are ruining the world.

The sad thing is, I think because victims of sex crimes are anonymous (as much as they can be) they are dehumanized again, so people immediately sympathize with the only face they see: the abuser. And these little girls are violated and doubted and hurt again, and again. It breaks my heart more than you will ever know.

New year's resolutions

De-clutterfy I'm a big offender of leaving everything around, and I am pretty clutter blind, but I've been keeping up since my most recent clean, so my bedroom is no longer an embarassment in case someone wants to pop in. The resolution is to stay on top of it.
Organize I'm not that disorganized, but I like getting things done properly, paying bills on time. That stuff.
career stuff I don't know what exactly but it's time to try something different.
kiss a boy Just one. I kissed all the wrong people in 2006 and nobody at all in 2007, so if I don't do it in 2008, I'm actually worried I might forget how.
Save money I have a whopping low three figures set aside for a vacation "someday". I would like to take a nice one. "Someday".

more movies quotin' fun

Christine: I mean, they kind of rub my ankles, but all shoes do that. I have low ankles.
Richard: You think you deserve that pain, but you don't.
Christine: I don't think I deserve it.
Richard: Well, not consciously maybe.
Christine: My ankles are just low.
Richard: People think that foot pain is a fact of life, but life is actually better than that.

feeling very Barry Egan

Somehow I can magically post from work today. I am not going to question it.
Last night I had a very lovely 3 hour dinner at a very lovely place. You should go to that place I went to and if you do, have the striped bass.


"I didn't ask for a shrink - that must've been somebody else. Also, that pudding isn't mine. Also, I'm wearing this suit today because I had a very important meeting this morning and I don't have a crying problem."