So, since I started writing my on my blog again, I felt like writing more tonight. I just don't know what.
Hmm...
I just did two (2) shows today, and that was kind of long, but really it wasn't that draining; my feet were tired, to be sure, but I wasn't particularly wasted from all the fighting. It was about like doing a class, really. No biggie. Just the normal exhaustion from a two show day. And a couple of castmates did three shows that day.
It's not something I entirely understand. They have the casts divided as MWF and TThS, but it's really MWFS and TThSS, if that makes sense. Sometimes it's even more complicated than that, but I'll spare you the details. Suffice it to say, there are three shows on Saturdays, and the first one is done by the MWF cast, while the other two are done by the TThS cast.
Anyway...
Yeah, I'm done. I thought about writing more, but I'm not sure that anything else really interesting is going on. Nothing I'm going to tell you about, anyway. :P
I still need more work to pay the bills... That's something.
K, bye.
LB
24 April 2010
20 April 2010
I stand corrected
Yes, I can be wrong about things. I don't like it as much as being right, of course, but as I like to know things (correct and right things) I am willing to stand corrected.
My last entry here (from far too long ago, I know) stated that I never get the part I wanted, when I knew what I wanted, from the show I wanted, and blah blah.
That statement has been eclipsed. I was cast as Porthos in The Three Musketeers at the Hale Centre Theatre in West Valley. Semi-pro theater, never done a show there before, got the part I wanted. Of course, now I'm trying to super analyze what I did so I can repeat it for all subsequent shows I audition for. Heh. Here are a couple of theories I have/things that seemed to work for me (which may be totally erroneous, but this is how I'm currently seeing things):
In callbacks I read for Porthos, but also D'Artagnon's Father, and Treville (who are both old men...). But I tried to do well. And not care. I did get a lucky break in that, while reading a bunch of guards for a part, I got to read Porthos against them all. So I did it different every time. Good times, and they got to see some variety to my acting.
When I got called, I knew (of course) that I'd been cast, but there was a pause before the Stage Manager said what part I'd gotten (she later said she'd probably lost her place on the paper, but it still stalled my heart for a second), and I got the part. First time ever (unless you count a 30 minute student production, which I don't).
And now, Three Musketeers opens tonight. I get to leave for it in about half an hour, actually (bus trips... yay...). But I'm excited to get to open a show playing the part I really wanted to get in a classic, iconic show that I've always wanted to do, getting to sword fight on stage (first time in a long time, oddly enough), and being the comic relief in the show. Good times all around.
So, I thought I'd better update this blog (and hopefully do so more regularly in the future) since I can't really whine anymore. I mean, look at my costume for the ballroom scene (masquerade):
Awesomeness! :D
Done.
LB
My last entry here (from far too long ago, I know) stated that I never get the part I wanted, when I knew what I wanted, from the show I wanted, and blah blah.
That statement has been eclipsed. I was cast as Porthos in The Three Musketeers at the Hale Centre Theatre in West Valley. Semi-pro theater, never done a show there before, got the part I wanted. Of course, now I'm trying to super analyze what I did so I can repeat it for all subsequent shows I audition for. Heh. Here are a couple of theories I have/things that seemed to work for me (which may be totally erroneous, but this is how I'm currently seeing things):
- Don't care what part you get.
- Really. Try not to care at all which part you get, and not just seem like you don't care. This will lessen the nervousness that makes you seem not as good as you are.
- Minimal preparation.
- Counter-intuitive, I know, but this seems to work for me; don't read the play before hand, don't really learn anything about it at all until you get there, DO memorize monologues and or cold reads whenever possible, but mostly just improvise on the spot.
- EXCEPTION: When you find yourself trying to go to sleep the night before your audition, and you get a silly, odd, or otherwise unexpected piece of inspiration that will make your monologue different and memorable, DO IT! It's prolly genius.
- Do whatever you feel like in your audition; be you.
- I'm not talking about throwing away morals, professionalism, or otherwise behaving improperly, I'm talking about being you. See, people put up fronts; masks; aspects of themselves that seem to be better fitting than they really are to a given crowd or situation. But the real key is in being who you are and being comfortable with that. It really goes back to a key element of acting that a brilliant teacher once told me in class:
"Everything you do is right."
It was said in reference to acting, of course. That's the genius of it; it's about your interpretation of the piece, or monologue, or character, or whatever. It's up to the director to decide if they want to work with your interpretation and everything, but they want you to do the acting. Trust your instincts. Follow your impulses (if not the first, then one of the one's after that). - Finally, you have to be totally willing to fall flat on your face.
- This goes back to the not caring. I've often gotten the part I specifically didn't want because I didn't care what I did when I read it, so I just did whatever popped into my mind, and it ended up being brilliant to them, so I got the part. Heh. Go figure. So the thing to do, then, is to take chances, do your stuff, make mistakes, not care, and just be brilliant. Don't try to be funny, or try to be brilliant; just let it happen.
In callbacks I read for Porthos, but also D'Artagnon's Father, and Treville (who are both old men...). But I tried to do well. And not care. I did get a lucky break in that, while reading a bunch of guards for a part, I got to read Porthos against them all. So I did it different every time. Good times, and they got to see some variety to my acting.
When I got called, I knew (of course) that I'd been cast, but there was a pause before the Stage Manager said what part I'd gotten (she later said she'd probably lost her place on the paper, but it still stalled my heart for a second), and I got the part. First time ever (unless you count a 30 minute student production, which I don't).
And now, Three Musketeers opens tonight. I get to leave for it in about half an hour, actually (bus trips... yay...). But I'm excited to get to open a show playing the part I really wanted to get in a classic, iconic show that I've always wanted to do, getting to sword fight on stage (first time in a long time, oddly enough), and being the comic relief in the show. Good times all around.
So, I thought I'd better update this blog (and hopefully do so more regularly in the future) since I can't really whine anymore. I mean, look at my costume for the ballroom scene (masquerade):
Awesomeness! :DDone.
LB
24 October 2009
/theatrical rant
I know this doesn't happen to everyone (since not everyone is an actor) but I think there are applications of this on all levels, and to every occupation that requires you to be approved or hired by someone else (including clients).
Ahem.
I have some dream roles; roles I would love to play, and think I could do very well. Roles that other people (friends, peers) tell me I'd be brilliant in (why thank you). So the question I would put to you is; if I know I'd be good at it (brilliant, even) and everyone around me knows I'd be brilliant at it (we're not boasting here, this happens; some roles you're just brilliant at) why then, don't any of the directors even consider it? Ever?
I get called back. I get cast. I've even gotten some really great, really fun roles. But never one I wanted.
Whine whine! I hear you say; you can't always get what you want, that's life so deal with it.
Yeah, I'm sick of that.
And that's not even true, and you know it; some people get what they want; some people get the parts they want when they audition; some people (and I know a few) have gotten every part they wanted in every show I've known them to audition for. Now it's not even that I'm jealous. That's great for them (though they may be getting spoiled). Some of them are getting this through sheer hard work. And that's really cool.
I'm just wondering why my hard work is getting ignored.
And yes, that is whiny, because it's not entirely true; I have been offered parts I didn't even have to audition for (and that's a really big honor). I'm just being pushed into a rut I don't deserve to fall in. I can do more than what you're giving me; I want to do more. I want to continue to stretch and improve and grow; not be stuck with the same bit parts and easy roles. Yes, I'm a character actor. But that doesn't mean I can't handle a meatier role. Yes, I'm tall, but that doesn't mean the character I want can't be tall. Why can't he be tall? Are you seriously discriminating against me because of my height? Because of my expressiveness?
/boast
If I can be the best part of a really good show and be playing the bit part (2 scenes in the play) don't you think you might have made an error in casting? Bit parts aren't supposed to steal the show. Especially when they're just doing their job. We're not talking about padding a part; I was only in 2 scenes.
/end boast
It's almost like directors live inside their own little bubble with their own little set of favorite actors and stark classifications to pin on everyone so they can feel comfortable about themselves. Can't handle multi-talents? Triple-threats? Quadruple-threats? Don't know what to do with someone who could play anything?
That's a little harsh, but the thing is, I'm not just talking about myself; I know a bunch of actors who are brilliant, and could play most anything, but keep getting the same kind of roles. The circle of directors is small, but that doesn't mean their vision has to be. Especially in an educational setting; that's the time you should be taking chances; breaking molds; making them stretch and grow.
Honestly, we're often better than we're given credit for, and not just with acting. Better at everything.
This is all coming up because of an audition I had today for a dream role of mine; Algernon in The Importance of Being Earnest. But like every other audition I've had (excluding a 30 min student production) I'm not even considered for the part; I get called back for the servant, and the old man.
/tangent rant
Why the old man? Why am I always getting the old man? It's not like there aren't old men who are actors. It's not like I walk around with a t-shirt on that says "Oh, by the way, I'm really good at playing an old man." I don't mention it on my resume. I was told I-don't-know-how-many-times during college (as they continually cast me as one) that I'd never get cast as an old man outside of college, because the theaters will want to cast people who are actually old, and not young men.
I have to tell theaters and directors that no, I don't want that part. I'm sick of playing them; I hate it; I loath it; I despise it (name that movie!).
/end tangent rant
So, in all honesty, when I really want something that will make me want to work, and try (and not sleep through rehearsal), it's insulting to be continually be called back for the bit parts. Especially when people tell me I was their favorite part of the show (because bit parts are not supposed to steal shows; I mentioned that already).
And no, I never try to steal the show; I just try to play my part the best I can.
Which brings up a final note; I don't know how much longer I can stand watching someone else play the role I wanted (even if they're doing a good job, but especially if they're not). Shows that I love. Shows I have done just because I like the show, like the director, like the cast, but hated my part. Over and over and over again.
I don't know how many more times I can take that kind of frustration.
I need to go kill something...
/video game
[real time strategy: 623 kills, 0 losses; try not losing a single unit sometime; it's cool.]
/end video game
That's better...
Okay, I think I'm done now...
/end theatrical rant
Note: honestly, I'm not stuck up or prideful about this; just really annoyed. But I'll admit it does sound whiny. Sorry about that.
– Lone Barbarian
Ahem.
I have some dream roles; roles I would love to play, and think I could do very well. Roles that other people (friends, peers) tell me I'd be brilliant in (why thank you). So the question I would put to you is; if I know I'd be good at it (brilliant, even) and everyone around me knows I'd be brilliant at it (we're not boasting here, this happens; some roles you're just brilliant at) why then, don't any of the directors even consider it? Ever?
I get called back. I get cast. I've even gotten some really great, really fun roles. But never one I wanted.
Whine whine! I hear you say; you can't always get what you want, that's life so deal with it.
Yeah, I'm sick of that.
And that's not even true, and you know it; some people get what they want; some people get the parts they want when they audition; some people (and I know a few) have gotten every part they wanted in every show I've known them to audition for. Now it's not even that I'm jealous. That's great for them (though they may be getting spoiled). Some of them are getting this through sheer hard work. And that's really cool.
I'm just wondering why my hard work is getting ignored.
And yes, that is whiny, because it's not entirely true; I have been offered parts I didn't even have to audition for (and that's a really big honor). I'm just being pushed into a rut I don't deserve to fall in. I can do more than what you're giving me; I want to do more. I want to continue to stretch and improve and grow; not be stuck with the same bit parts and easy roles. Yes, I'm a character actor. But that doesn't mean I can't handle a meatier role. Yes, I'm tall, but that doesn't mean the character I want can't be tall. Why can't he be tall? Are you seriously discriminating against me because of my height? Because of my expressiveness?
/boast
If I can be the best part of a really good show and be playing the bit part (2 scenes in the play) don't you think you might have made an error in casting? Bit parts aren't supposed to steal the show. Especially when they're just doing their job. We're not talking about padding a part; I was only in 2 scenes.
/end boast
It's almost like directors live inside their own little bubble with their own little set of favorite actors and stark classifications to pin on everyone so they can feel comfortable about themselves. Can't handle multi-talents? Triple-threats? Quadruple-threats? Don't know what to do with someone who could play anything?
That's a little harsh, but the thing is, I'm not just talking about myself; I know a bunch of actors who are brilliant, and could play most anything, but keep getting the same kind of roles. The circle of directors is small, but that doesn't mean their vision has to be. Especially in an educational setting; that's the time you should be taking chances; breaking molds; making them stretch and grow.
Honestly, we're often better than we're given credit for, and not just with acting. Better at everything.
This is all coming up because of an audition I had today for a dream role of mine; Algernon in The Importance of Being Earnest. But like every other audition I've had (excluding a 30 min student production) I'm not even considered for the part; I get called back for the servant, and the old man.
/tangent rant
Why the old man? Why am I always getting the old man? It's not like there aren't old men who are actors. It's not like I walk around with a t-shirt on that says "Oh, by the way, I'm really good at playing an old man." I don't mention it on my resume. I was told I-don't-know-how-many-times during college (as they continually cast me as one) that I'd never get cast as an old man outside of college, because the theaters will want to cast people who are actually old, and not young men.
I have to tell theaters and directors that no, I don't want that part. I'm sick of playing them; I hate it; I loath it; I despise it (name that movie!).
/end tangent rant
So, in all honesty, when I really want something that will make me want to work, and try (and not sleep through rehearsal), it's insulting to be continually be called back for the bit parts. Especially when people tell me I was their favorite part of the show (because bit parts are not supposed to steal shows; I mentioned that already).
And no, I never try to steal the show; I just try to play my part the best I can.
Which brings up a final note; I don't know how much longer I can stand watching someone else play the role I wanted (even if they're doing a good job, but especially if they're not). Shows that I love. Shows I have done just because I like the show, like the director, like the cast, but hated my part. Over and over and over again.
I don't know how many more times I can take that kind of frustration.
I need to go kill something...
/video game
[real time strategy: 623 kills, 0 losses; try not losing a single unit sometime; it's cool.]
/end video game
That's better...
Okay, I think I'm done now...
/end theatrical rant
Note: honestly, I'm not stuck up or prideful about this; just really annoyed. But I'll admit it does sound whiny. Sorry about that.
– Lone Barbarian
17 August 2009
Money money money! That Frankenstein Monster that destroys souls!!
I start rehearsals tonight for Frankenstein. The cast is amazing; the director is, too. I'm mentioning this because I was in a quandary for such a long time about two different shows that I really wanted to do. I chose this one, but that's not entirely correct. Really, I didn't get called back for the other one. But it's all good because this one will be stupendous. You have no idea. If you knew the cast, then you'd prolly be at least as excited as I am.
But being as I'm not mentioning them here by name, you'll have to take my word for it.
:P
Also, I have a screening interview for a job today. Hopefully that'll turn into some income for me.
The title is a quote from My Man Godfrey. 1936. Brilliant film.
K bye.
LB
But being as I'm not mentioning them here by name, you'll have to take my word for it.
:P
Also, I have a screening interview for a job today. Hopefully that'll turn into some income for me.
The title is a quote from My Man Godfrey. 1936. Brilliant film.
K bye.
LB
31 July 2009
Thoughts vs Speech vs Action
I like to think of myself as well thought out. My personality, I mean. That I think before I speak, and never say anything but good truthful things.
Of course that isn't the case.
More often than not I find myself thinking back on the day's conversations, particularly the ones that had some impact on my mind, and I find that what I said could have been said better; that my choice of words was poor.
Like Irene Bullock in My Man Godfrey "I can never think of [the proper things to say] until everybody's gone!" Alright, she was talking about witty comments, but I think that applies as well.
Then there's the difference between thinking about things and going out and doing them. Like right now; I'm writing a little blog entry (mainly motivated because it's been a month since my last update) instead of going out and doing... something.
Something would be nice...
LB
Of course that isn't the case.
More often than not I find myself thinking back on the day's conversations, particularly the ones that had some impact on my mind, and I find that what I said could have been said better; that my choice of words was poor.
Like Irene Bullock in My Man Godfrey "I can never think of [the proper things to say] until everybody's gone!" Alright, she was talking about witty comments, but I think that applies as well.
Then there's the difference between thinking about things and going out and doing them. Like right now; I'm writing a little blog entry (mainly motivated because it's been a month since my last update) instead of going out and doing... something.
Something would be nice...
LB
30 June 2009
Riding home in the dark
On a bicycle. It's somewhere around 10:30 PM. I stop at a light ('cause it's red, that's why) and look around. I'm by the mall, and it's still another 4 miles to home... about... It's 7 miles total trip... a little under... anyway. Another bike pulls up a little behind me. I look back at her, and she's wearing a headlamp like me. Different brand, but that's all one. I think it's kinda funny, since bicyclists usually have lights on their bikes and not on their heads, though that's what I prefer. So I say hello. She smiles and says hello back to me. I thought of saying nice headlamp, but I also wanted a better conversation starter. Besides, how easy is it to start a conversation with someone while riding a bike? I know, right? Hard. That's almost as bad as trying to talk to someone riding in a different car. Someone you've never met before, I mean.
Oddly enough, that one has happened to me before. But we were in my friend's Mustang Convertible; much more of a conversation starter when you're on the main drag. I digress...
The light turns green, and we both go on our way. I accelerate faster, since I think she stayed in a high gear (I shift down at lights). A mile or so later, however, she passes me. K. That's cool. I caught up to her a couple of lights later. Right as it's turning green again. So I say hello again as I pass (not just hello, but hello again, get it?) and she chuckles at me. Down the hill I go. Another mile or so. By now I'm sure she's turned off onto whatever street she lives on, when she passes me again. This time she looks back and flashes me a grin. Kind of a nyah nyah, I passed you again mixed with a isn't it funny we keep passing each other? I thought so. But as I speed up a bit to catch up to her, she pulls out to make a left turn at the next light, and I still have to go straight for another 8 blocks. So I yell out have a good evening, and she looks back, but I can't read the expression.
And I go home.
The whole time, I tell myself I should have tried for some kind of conversation. I had even been thinking to myself that it would be a long ride home and wouldn't it be nice to have someone to talk to. I even took the busier route home instead of the long dark one because it seemed to speak conversation to me.
So to the mystery girl (whatever your name is): Thanks riding with me part of the way, and I'm sorry I never said more than 3 words to you; you're cute and you seem from our exceptionally brief interaction to be cool.
And since the show I'm doing is running all the way to August 1st, maybe one of these nights I'll see her riding again, and maybe I'll have to guts to strike up a conversation instead of leaving them at home in that jar on the mantel.
Ew.
LB
Oddly enough, that one has happened to me before. But we were in my friend's Mustang Convertible; much more of a conversation starter when you're on the main drag. I digress...
The light turns green, and we both go on our way. I accelerate faster, since I think she stayed in a high gear (I shift down at lights). A mile or so later, however, she passes me. K. That's cool. I caught up to her a couple of lights later. Right as it's turning green again. So I say hello again as I pass (not just hello, but hello again, get it?) and she chuckles at me. Down the hill I go. Another mile or so. By now I'm sure she's turned off onto whatever street she lives on, when she passes me again. This time she looks back and flashes me a grin. Kind of a nyah nyah, I passed you again mixed with a isn't it funny we keep passing each other? I thought so. But as I speed up a bit to catch up to her, she pulls out to make a left turn at the next light, and I still have to go straight for another 8 blocks. So I yell out have a good evening, and she looks back, but I can't read the expression.
And I go home.
The whole time, I tell myself I should have tried for some kind of conversation. I had even been thinking to myself that it would be a long ride home and wouldn't it be nice to have someone to talk to. I even took the busier route home instead of the long dark one because it seemed to speak conversation to me.
So to the mystery girl (whatever your name is): Thanks riding with me part of the way, and I'm sorry I never said more than 3 words to you; you're cute and you seem from our exceptionally brief interaction to be cool.
And since the show I'm doing is running all the way to August 1st, maybe one of these nights I'll see her riding again, and maybe I'll have to guts to strike up a conversation instead of leaving them at home in that jar on the mantel.
Ew.
LB
12 February 2009
Glass boxes
There are a couple of things that come to mind when I think of glass boxes. The first is a Far Side comic where mob killings were done by dressing up the victims as mimes and then putting them in glass boxes to suffocate in public. The second is Yakko Warner reading the Wheel of Morality thusly: "People who live in glass houses should get dressed with the lights out." I know; profound.
The reason I'm mentioning this now, however, more has to do with sound proofing. If you live in or climb into a glass box (let's assume there's no danger of suffocation), you'll find that a good thick glass box can do wonders for blocking sound. And if you're trying to get someone's attention from within, you may find the best way is to find your chamber's resonant frequency. I mean, it's not the most soundproof, but there you have the analogy.
And sometimes, more and more recently, I feel like I'm in one of those proverbial glass boxes. Like I've been placed in one sitting on the goal line in a football field and then asked to get someone's attention who's in another box on the other side. And no, they didn't give us a string to pull taut between us. Then someone comes along and gives the other person a microphone attached to a really nice PA system. I get a microphone, but it's in pieces. Then I get an electronic billboard. Also in pieces. And now a cell phone, but without the other person's number. And did I mention it's in pieces? Meanwhile the other person is saying "Hello? Hello? Hello?" and I'm shouting and trying to put something together that'll work, but it's all taking a really long time. Perhaps too long.
How long do you stay in the box? How long do you keep trying to follow these instructions? How long will it take to put one of those stupid things together?
I don't know.
The reason I'm mentioning this now, however, more has to do with sound proofing. If you live in or climb into a glass box (let's assume there's no danger of suffocation), you'll find that a good thick glass box can do wonders for blocking sound. And if you're trying to get someone's attention from within, you may find the best way is to find your chamber's resonant frequency. I mean, it's not the most soundproof, but there you have the analogy.
And sometimes, more and more recently, I feel like I'm in one of those proverbial glass boxes. Like I've been placed in one sitting on the goal line in a football field and then asked to get someone's attention who's in another box on the other side. And no, they didn't give us a string to pull taut between us. Then someone comes along and gives the other person a microphone attached to a really nice PA system. I get a microphone, but it's in pieces. Then I get an electronic billboard. Also in pieces. And now a cell phone, but without the other person's number. And did I mention it's in pieces? Meanwhile the other person is saying "Hello? Hello? Hello?" and I'm shouting and trying to put something together that'll work, but it's all taking a really long time. Perhaps too long.
How long do you stay in the box? How long do you keep trying to follow these instructions? How long will it take to put one of those stupid things together?
I don't know.
11 January 2009
What do you want?
No, really, what do you want? Out of life. What do you want out of life?
Because I just realized I'm not as sure about that as I thought I was.
I wanna make movies, be in movies, write movies, direct plays, be in plays, write plays, write books, write songs, sing, dance, play instruments, fight, choreograph fighting, design video games, maybe some industrial design, and get married and have a family. Not in any particular order, you understand, I want to do all of that before I die. Plus some other things that I'm sure I'm forgetting at the moment.
Is that specific enough? And I guess I should say, no it's not. Because that's an insane amount of things, and I've got to start somewhere first. So, that's all good. Everything on there is good. Now what am I going to do first?
Well, I'm in plays now, so I think I can scratch that one off the list, although I don't particularly plan on stopping the playage any time soon. I've directed plays, and plan on doing that again, soon. I have also both choreographed and performed fights, dances, I've sung, played instruments, and whatnot. I've even written a couple short plays that were produced. But I will also continue all that. So what next?
So, getting married would be nice, but I was already in that show. By Shaw. George Bernard Shaw. It was my senior project in acting. Anyway...
Writing a book now, I have a short film in post, working on a few screenplays, even a video game design, and a comic are in the works.
Maybe that's why I'm in such a quandary; I have actually completed almost everything on that list, even if on a very small scale. I mean, when I say make movies, I want to make blockbusters, but I also know that that's still a long way off.
But in all these things I have done, I haven't done what I need to do. Not really in any of those areas. But I have made myself the Jack of all Trades without becoming a master of any, yet. Some I'm closer on than others, certainly.
And I feel like I'm running out of time. Or at least that I'm taking too long to accomplish all these things. It's important, and important in some way that I don't even understand yet. Some way that I have yet to fathom. And even if I think I know, because I think I might know why it's so important, and why I'm taking too long, still I don't know and don't understand. Because I get the feeling that if I really understood it, if I really really understood what it was I had to do and in what time frame I was supposed to do it, I'd be be pulling all-nighters because my deadline's fast approaching or mayhaps even past.
And somehow knowing that intellectually isn't enough.
Sometimes life is frustrating like that.
Because I just realized I'm not as sure about that as I thought I was.
I wanna make movies, be in movies, write movies, direct plays, be in plays, write plays, write books, write songs, sing, dance, play instruments, fight, choreograph fighting, design video games, maybe some industrial design, and get married and have a family. Not in any particular order, you understand, I want to do all of that before I die. Plus some other things that I'm sure I'm forgetting at the moment.
Is that specific enough? And I guess I should say, no it's not. Because that's an insane amount of things, and I've got to start somewhere first. So, that's all good. Everything on there is good. Now what am I going to do first?
Well, I'm in plays now, so I think I can scratch that one off the list, although I don't particularly plan on stopping the playage any time soon. I've directed plays, and plan on doing that again, soon. I have also both choreographed and performed fights, dances, I've sung, played instruments, and whatnot. I've even written a couple short plays that were produced. But I will also continue all that. So what next?
So, getting married would be nice, but I was already in that show. By Shaw. George Bernard Shaw. It was my senior project in acting. Anyway...
Writing a book now, I have a short film in post, working on a few screenplays, even a video game design, and a comic are in the works.
Maybe that's why I'm in such a quandary; I have actually completed almost everything on that list, even if on a very small scale. I mean, when I say make movies, I want to make blockbusters, but I also know that that's still a long way off.
But in all these things I have done, I haven't done what I need to do. Not really in any of those areas. But I have made myself the Jack of all Trades without becoming a master of any, yet. Some I'm closer on than others, certainly.
And I feel like I'm running out of time. Or at least that I'm taking too long to accomplish all these things. It's important, and important in some way that I don't even understand yet. Some way that I have yet to fathom. And even if I think I know, because I think I might know why it's so important, and why I'm taking too long, still I don't know and don't understand. Because I get the feeling that if I really understood it, if I really really understood what it was I had to do and in what time frame I was supposed to do it, I'd be be pulling all-nighters because my deadline's fast approaching or mayhaps even past.
And somehow knowing that intellectually isn't enough.
Sometimes life is frustrating like that.
17 December 2008
Christmas Wishlist
Oh Santa Claus,
Without getting into how Santa is a feminine form of "saint" in Spanish (because I'm not here to offend you, so I won't mention that; it would only be for chuckles anyway), I just wanted to ask for one simple thing:
You see, I got this friend. And she doesn't believe me when I tell her I got a twin! I have one, you know! You deliver presents to him! So you know! And it hurts that she has so little faith in my word (or perhaps my sanity...) that I could just cry! DON'T LET HER MAKE ME CRY!!! He exists! He's the GOOD TWIN!!!!!! (I mean... I'm good too... though... honest!... It's just... if we're making comparisons... uh...)
And I'm not saying she's being mean to me. No, you don't have to put her on the naughty list, or give her coal, or anything. I mean, give her toys; presents; the whole shebang. Give her that flying pony; THAT'D BE FINE! Just leave a little note there that says I have a twin. Not that you have a twin, but that I have a twin...
You know what I mean.
Anyway, I know I'm not on the list for expensive toys that would make my life easier (or manageable in general); no cars, digital camcorders, computer upgrades, top of the line production software, or any of that. But if you would do this one thing for me, that'd be awfully nice of you. :D :D :D :D (with halos on top and everything).
Muchas Gracias,
The Lone Barbarian.
Without getting into how Santa is a feminine form of "saint" in Spanish (because I'm not here to offend you, so I won't mention that; it would only be for chuckles anyway), I just wanted to ask for one simple thing:
You see, I got this friend. And she doesn't believe me when I tell her I got a twin! I have one, you know! You deliver presents to him! So you know! And it hurts that she has so little faith in my word (or perhaps my sanity...) that I could just cry! DON'T LET HER MAKE ME CRY!!! He exists! He's the GOOD TWIN!!!!!! (I mean... I'm good too... though... honest!... It's just... if we're making comparisons... uh...)
And I'm not saying she's being mean to me. No, you don't have to put her on the naughty list, or give her coal, or anything. I mean, give her toys; presents; the whole shebang. Give her that flying pony; THAT'D BE FINE! Just leave a little note there that says I have a twin. Not that you have a twin, but that I have a twin...
You know what I mean.
Anyway, I know I'm not on the list for expensive toys that would make my life easier (or manageable in general); no cars, digital camcorders, computer upgrades, top of the line production software, or any of that. But if you would do this one thing for me, that'd be awfully nice of you. :D :D :D :D (with halos on top and everything).
Muchas Gracias,
The Lone Barbarian.
16 December 2008
Idiosyncrasies part 2
I direct music with my eyes closed.
I used to do it when I sang as well, but I trained myself out of that. You see, I don't direct choirs very often, but there I was, directing a choir for a Christmas presentation and I was doing it with my eyes closed. It made for amusing rehearsals, lemme tell you. I had to tell them to watch me, while acknowledging that I wouldn't be watching them back. But I would be listening! Oh yes! I'd be listening!
I even audition people that way, if I'm not careful. And I don't know why it is, because I don't have a problem looking people in the eye. I do it when I'm acting, giving speeches, being a jester... No problem. But I used to when I sing, stop myself when I direct plays, and catch myself doing it when I direct choirs. Eyes closed. Just listening.
I guess that's why it's an idiosyncrasy. Personality quirks don't really have to make too much sense, I suppose.
LB
I used to do it when I sang as well, but I trained myself out of that. You see, I don't direct choirs very often, but there I was, directing a choir for a Christmas presentation and I was doing it with my eyes closed. It made for amusing rehearsals, lemme tell you. I had to tell them to watch me, while acknowledging that I wouldn't be watching them back. But I would be listening! Oh yes! I'd be listening!
I even audition people that way, if I'm not careful. And I don't know why it is, because I don't have a problem looking people in the eye. I do it when I'm acting, giving speeches, being a jester... No problem. But I used to when I sing, stop myself when I direct plays, and catch myself doing it when I direct choirs. Eyes closed. Just listening.
I guess that's why it's an idiosyncrasy. Personality quirks don't really have to make too much sense, I suppose.
LB
28 October 2008
Idiosyncrasies. Part 1 (in case I do this again)
Riding my bike in the fall is dangerous to my regular riding/driving habits.
I mean, normally when riding my bike, I try to avoid unidentified small objects in my path. This habit is good and healthy for my tires, not to mention my overall safety. But in the fall we introduce another foreign object to the roadways; crunchy leaves.
Yes, I start aiming for them. It's one thing to walk along a sidewalk and merrily crunch the leaves beneath your feet. After all, the odds of finding something under those leaves that is going to attack you after you step on it are pretty minimal. But on a bike, when you can zip along and crunch a whole bunch more leaves in a shorter amount of time with only minor wobbles in steering. It's grand. It's fun. It's crunchy goodness time.
Except when you're riding at night, and it's a lot harder to see what the objects in your path are, and you're still (instinctively mind you) trying to crunch leaves. Well, you start trying to crunch things that aren't leaves. Rocks, pebbles, bolts, wire, paper (crumbled still crunches), washers, nails... You get the idea. And instead of trying to avoid them, you're trying to run over them?!?
Fall is more dangerous than most people riding bicycles think.
I need to take my bike into the shop...
Don't worry, it's actually just for a tune-up. :)
LB
I mean, normally when riding my bike, I try to avoid unidentified small objects in my path. This habit is good and healthy for my tires, not to mention my overall safety. But in the fall we introduce another foreign object to the roadways; crunchy leaves.
Yes, I start aiming for them. It's one thing to walk along a sidewalk and merrily crunch the leaves beneath your feet. After all, the odds of finding something under those leaves that is going to attack you after you step on it are pretty minimal. But on a bike, when you can zip along and crunch a whole bunch more leaves in a shorter amount of time with only minor wobbles in steering. It's grand. It's fun. It's crunchy goodness time.
Except when you're riding at night, and it's a lot harder to see what the objects in your path are, and you're still (instinctively mind you) trying to crunch leaves. Well, you start trying to crunch things that aren't leaves. Rocks, pebbles, bolts, wire, paper (crumbled still crunches), washers, nails... You get the idea. And instead of trying to avoid them, you're trying to run over them?!?
Fall is more dangerous than most people riding bicycles think.
I need to take my bike into the shop...
Don't worry, it's actually just for a tune-up. :)
LB
24 October 2008
A sword! Oh Archimedes! A SWORD!
I Know! Can you believe it???
Every once in a while, you have something happen to you that just totally takes you by surprise. A friend of mine (former roomie, now married) just a little while ago, gave me a sword. JUST GAVE ME A SWORD. How cool is that? And it was just because I didn't have one, and he thought someone who did stage combat as much as he and I did should have a sword.
Kay's GOT to have a sword! (I love quoting movies... yes, it's true)
So now I can add it to my arsenal of otherwise boring weaponry (golf clubs, black painted wooden sword I had since I was like 10, fake light sabers, plastic baby sized He-Man sword, decoration battle ax that looks cool but is held together with hot glue... you know) and feel just a little bit special.
Yes it's a real sword! I mean, it's not sharpened; it's for stage use. But it's real notwithstanding. And that's a really long compound word. Notwithstanding. Not with standing what? or is it Not withstanding what? I know it isn't Notwith standing what? but none of those questions really say what it is that is not being with stood. Or withstood. Probably withstood. My brother would know...
Anyway, the point is, sometimes friends can just be impossibly cool. It would have taken me prolly a REALLY long time for me to be able to afford one on my own, since I'm living off of contracted work. Job to job. Check to check. The cool thing is it's all related to what I actually majored in. It'd be nicer if it was steady work (it's steadily coming contracted work, right now...). But I didn't major in steady work. I majored in I'll be looking for work all my life because every job I take will be temporary and that's the nature of the Entertainment business field. I know, long major name. Try filling that out on forms... Or putting it on your résumé. Or your wezoom! Murder, I'm telling you. You'll be held up in court for that. At knife point! They'll take your wallet and your watch! It's a Swatch? Can I go now?
And due to the hour (and the fact that I accidentally reset my computer) I begin to ponder the navigation of my sails of thought (Can't be a train of thought, because I was navigating; that implies a ship). Oh well. I hope those following don't hit the doldrums...
LB
Every once in a while, you have something happen to you that just totally takes you by surprise. A friend of mine (former roomie, now married) just a little while ago, gave me a sword. JUST GAVE ME A SWORD. How cool is that? And it was just because I didn't have one, and he thought someone who did stage combat as much as he and I did should have a sword.
Kay's GOT to have a sword! (I love quoting movies... yes, it's true)
So now I can add it to my arsenal of otherwise boring weaponry (golf clubs, black painted wooden sword I had since I was like 10, fake light sabers, plastic baby sized He-Man sword, decoration battle ax that looks cool but is held together with hot glue... you know) and feel just a little bit special.
Yes it's a real sword! I mean, it's not sharpened; it's for stage use. But it's real notwithstanding. And that's a really long compound word. Notwithstanding. Not with standing what? or is it Not withstanding what? I know it isn't Notwith standing what? but none of those questions really say what it is that is not being with stood. Or withstood. Probably withstood. My brother would know...
Anyway, the point is, sometimes friends can just be impossibly cool. It would have taken me prolly a REALLY long time for me to be able to afford one on my own, since I'm living off of contracted work. Job to job. Check to check. The cool thing is it's all related to what I actually majored in. It'd be nicer if it was steady work (it's steadily coming contracted work, right now...). But I didn't major in steady work. I majored in I'll be looking for work all my life because every job I take will be temporary and that's the nature of the Entertainment business field. I know, long major name. Try filling that out on forms... Or putting it on your résumé. Or your wezoom! Murder, I'm telling you. You'll be held up in court for that. At knife point! They'll take your wallet and your watch! It's a Swatch? Can I go now?
And due to the hour (and the fact that I accidentally reset my computer) I begin to ponder the navigation of my sails of thought (Can't be a train of thought, because I was navigating; that implies a ship). Oh well. I hope those following don't hit the doldrums...
LB
07 September 2008
New Place
So I have a new apartment, on the other side of the tracks, and the other side of the Freeway. Way out there, and I only have a bike.
It's nice to have a place of my own; no roomies, no furniture, no AC, no screens on the windows, no real ventilation in the place, no window coverings at all, no laundry facilities in the immediate vicinity, etc. But it is the only place I could find that I could afford that I could actually put all my stuff in. Now the question is whether I can convince the landlord to let me fix up the place in exchange for rent: Some of the things I want to put in are rather expensive... Like a washer/dryer. Expensive by themselves, to say nothing of adapting the apartment so it has the hookups for it... Blinds run at least $400 (480 was the quote I got), Screens and fixing windows so they actually stay open instead of wanting to come crashing down is gonna cost, too. Replacing the fan in the bathroom (hole in ceiling where it should be; plug and everything there, but no fan, no cover), covers on the lights, cleaning the place (filthy when I got here, but I don't think I'll get a discount for that), replacing vent covers for the heater. If I were to do all that over the next six months (length of contract) I could end up not paying any rent... Which would be funny, because I'd still be paying out all that money to improve the place... We'll see if they let me do it.
I plan on having a housewarming party anyway, but I won't have it until the place is reasonably presentable, and clean. So it'll be a while...
LB
PS, if you want an idea of how dirty the place is, I filled up the vacuum just cleaning one room. ONE ROOM. The one room looks tons better...
It's nice to have a place of my own; no roomies, no furniture, no AC, no screens on the windows, no real ventilation in the place, no window coverings at all, no laundry facilities in the immediate vicinity, etc. But it is the only place I could find that I could afford that I could actually put all my stuff in. Now the question is whether I can convince the landlord to let me fix up the place in exchange for rent: Some of the things I want to put in are rather expensive... Like a washer/dryer. Expensive by themselves, to say nothing of adapting the apartment so it has the hookups for it... Blinds run at least $400 (480 was the quote I got), Screens and fixing windows so they actually stay open instead of wanting to come crashing down is gonna cost, too. Replacing the fan in the bathroom (hole in ceiling where it should be; plug and everything there, but no fan, no cover), covers on the lights, cleaning the place (filthy when I got here, but I don't think I'll get a discount for that), replacing vent covers for the heater. If I were to do all that over the next six months (length of contract) I could end up not paying any rent... Which would be funny, because I'd still be paying out all that money to improve the place... We'll see if they let me do it.
I plan on having a housewarming party anyway, but I won't have it until the place is reasonably presentable, and clean. So it'll be a while...
LB
PS, if you want an idea of how dirty the place is, I filled up the vacuum just cleaning one room. ONE ROOM. The one room looks tons better...
03 July 2008
Affected effects of Affectation
You really can't say that your environment doesn't affect you. Everything from what kind of job you have, what kind of company you keep, what you had for breakfast, to what kind of things happen to you in any given day affect who you are and who you will become. Not that we are products of society. Not entirely. There is always what we bring to the table as well. Two different people will take the same ingredients and make very different meals out of them.
I'm mentioning this for a few reasons. One, for all those people who keep telling me that "it doesn't affect them." Two, for those who blame their environment for what they have become. And Three, because I'm noticing how my change in environments has affected me.
I have become more serious. Not to say I am without my humor, without the inherent insanity that comes from who I am, or without the desire to be so. I think it boils down to the fact that I haven't been performing for almost a year. This is after about four years of almost non-stop performing. I'm even stage managing right now, and that's not even close to exciting. Stressful, yes. Exciting, no. So I'm going without the post performance highs that I used to live on. The rush of being on stage, whether comedy, musical, or dramatic, is something I do miss. A lot. Seeing shows might help a little, and I haven't been doing that very often. But even then, it's not the same. Not at all. No, preciouss. Not very nice at all...
I also haven't been able to fight. And that's just depressing. I even told one of my cousins (who is under 12) that I was old now, and a very boring person. That's sad. In my defense, it was a lazy Sunday afternoon and not an exciting, game filled weekday. Still, I felt boring. It could also have been the draining hyperactivity of children that made me want to relax.
Another contributing factor is the amount of change that happens when you leave a place for a year, and then come back. First of all, nobody's here anymore. That's a sweeping generalization, because some are still here, but no one has time to hang because they're like me a year ago; constantly in shows, in school, working, and insanely busy. It's that Social Undead-ness. I can't seem to get out of it, and I'm not even in a show. Stage managing one, but it's not the same. Not the same at all (except in the ridiculous time commitment). But we're not even rehearsing at night right now, so those are open, but I'm not used to having the time, and everyone that I first think of spending time with is busy. It's funny. I'm not sure there is a cure for undeath. There isn't in any of the books... Though I think there is in the game Oblivion, but only if you caught it within a certain time frame. Oh well. Maybe it's too late for me to become a normal socially alive person. I think that may have been taken care of way back when I first became an actor.
This isn't whining, in case anyone thought to read it in such a voice. This is more like a scientific introspective. Internal Rhetoric. Yes. Yes! I rather fancy that. Call it Internal Rhetoric.
LB
I'm mentioning this for a few reasons. One, for all those people who keep telling me that "it doesn't affect them." Two, for those who blame their environment for what they have become. And Three, because I'm noticing how my change in environments has affected me.
I have become more serious. Not to say I am without my humor, without the inherent insanity that comes from who I am, or without the desire to be so. I think it boils down to the fact that I haven't been performing for almost a year. This is after about four years of almost non-stop performing. I'm even stage managing right now, and that's not even close to exciting. Stressful, yes. Exciting, no. So I'm going without the post performance highs that I used to live on. The rush of being on stage, whether comedy, musical, or dramatic, is something I do miss. A lot. Seeing shows might help a little, and I haven't been doing that very often. But even then, it's not the same. Not at all. No, preciouss. Not very nice at all...
I also haven't been able to fight. And that's just depressing. I even told one of my cousins (who is under 12) that I was old now, and a very boring person. That's sad. In my defense, it was a lazy Sunday afternoon and not an exciting, game filled weekday. Still, I felt boring. It could also have been the draining hyperactivity of children that made me want to relax.
Another contributing factor is the amount of change that happens when you leave a place for a year, and then come back. First of all, nobody's here anymore. That's a sweeping generalization, because some are still here, but no one has time to hang because they're like me a year ago; constantly in shows, in school, working, and insanely busy. It's that Social Undead-ness. I can't seem to get out of it, and I'm not even in a show. Stage managing one, but it's not the same. Not the same at all (except in the ridiculous time commitment). But we're not even rehearsing at night right now, so those are open, but I'm not used to having the time, and everyone that I first think of spending time with is busy. It's funny. I'm not sure there is a cure for undeath. There isn't in any of the books... Though I think there is in the game Oblivion, but only if you caught it within a certain time frame. Oh well. Maybe it's too late for me to become a normal socially alive person. I think that may have been taken care of way back when I first became an actor.
This isn't whining, in case anyone thought to read it in such a voice. This is more like a scientific introspective. Internal Rhetoric. Yes. Yes! I rather fancy that. Call it Internal Rhetoric.
LB
19 June 2008
Contracts Rehearsals and such (Oh MY!)
6 hours a week. WHO THINKS REHEARSING A SHOW IS ONLY FOR 6 HOURS A WEEK?
That's how much they put on my contract; assume yay so much money an hour, at SIX hours a week. I'm rehearsing a show, not doing some jumping jacks! Theatre productions require about 30 hours a week from the ACTORS. Stage Managers are even more worked. I will admit it's a kids show. only one hour. But even if you were to take the time for a two hour show (those 30 hours) and cut it in half, I should still be doing at least 15 hours, as an actor. Stage Manager they should assume at least 20, even for a one hour children's piece.
That said, I should give them the benefit of the doubt. They are business people, they obviously haven't been stage managers. They also told me to keep a record of my hours so I could correct the amount, which would reflect on my fall contract when we go into production. So it's totally fixable. Except they might not believe that I'll be working more than double the amount they think I will. I wonder how that will go over... Blah. Will they understand that I'll prolly be working close to 20 hours a week on this?
Now again, it might not offset too badly, as there is a break in rehearsals while some people go on a trip to London (what? no, I'm not jealous at all). Maybe in the end, it will only be a little more than they thought to pay me. Lemme see...
20*11=220
except it's not 11 weeks now, with the vacation it's only 7
20*7=140
Which is funny because they thought I'd only have 66. So yeah. Looks like I'll be asking them to double my paycheck... Won't that be fun...
LB
That's how much they put on my contract; assume yay so much money an hour, at SIX hours a week. I'm rehearsing a show, not doing some jumping jacks! Theatre productions require about 30 hours a week from the ACTORS. Stage Managers are even more worked. I will admit it's a kids show. only one hour. But even if you were to take the time for a two hour show (those 30 hours) and cut it in half, I should still be doing at least 15 hours, as an actor. Stage Manager they should assume at least 20, even for a one hour children's piece.
That said, I should give them the benefit of the doubt. They are business people, they obviously haven't been stage managers. They also told me to keep a record of my hours so I could correct the amount, which would reflect on my fall contract when we go into production. So it's totally fixable. Except they might not believe that I'll be working more than double the amount they think I will. I wonder how that will go over... Blah. Will they understand that I'll prolly be working close to 20 hours a week on this?
Now again, it might not offset too badly, as there is a break in rehearsals while some people go on a trip to London (what? no, I'm not jealous at all). Maybe in the end, it will only be a little more than they thought to pay me. Lemme see...
20*11=220
except it's not 11 weeks now, with the vacation it's only 7
20*7=140
Which is funny because they thought I'd only have 66. So yeah. Looks like I'll be asking them to double my paycheck... Won't that be fun...
LB
06 March 2008
Post
Is not usually my favorite brand of cereal. I like Quaker Life and Cinnamon Life. Or Nabisco Shredded Wheat, and I don't mean the little squares either.
Anyway, I've been almost without internet for a while, so I haven't been posting much lately, in case you haven't noticed, but I have some time now, so now I will.
Except there's nothing I feel like writing. Go figure. We'll have to try again later, I suppose.
LB
Anyway, I've been almost without internet for a while, so I haven't been posting much lately, in case you haven't noticed, but I have some time now, so now I will.
Except there's nothing I feel like writing. Go figure. We'll have to try again later, I suppose.
LB
31 December 2007
I'm old.
This comes as no revelation to most of you, but I just felt like saying it. Maybe it comes from the passing of the year, coming of the new year, and my birthday... Something like that, put all together with the strange strawberry mint shake I made myself... I guess we're saving the eggnog for tomorrow, hence the strawberries. I don't know... They go good with most things; most fruits. Weird.
Of course, age is all relative. After all, it's only been a year since I ended my extended sojourn on a college campus... As an undergrad. And I feel tired. That always makes you feel old. Regardless, the New Year is upon us, and I should write a little something before I let it pass me by.
Of course, trying to find something meaningful to write is not always possible when the clock is approaching one in the morning, so never mind. I will just say goodnight.
LB
Of course, age is all relative. After all, it's only been a year since I ended my extended sojourn on a college campus... As an undergrad. And I feel tired. That always makes you feel old. Regardless, the New Year is upon us, and I should write a little something before I let it pass me by.
Of course, trying to find something meaningful to write is not always possible when the clock is approaching one in the morning, so never mind. I will just say goodnight.
LB
29 September 2007
So now I'm going to scare everyone...
Boo.
Nah, seriously, I will be a freaky appearance, since the look I've had for over 18 months, and the look that most people know me with is changing. I will temporarily be joining the fuzzy headed people with no facial hair. No, I'm keeping my eyebrows and lashes, just not much else in the way of headed hair.
Don't worry so much; it's always temporary. I'm just not in a show for the first time in about 4 years and the prospect of doing something to my hair without anyone being able to tell me no is too good an opportunity to just let go. And getting a haircut is kind of normal. So I'm buzzing it. I prolly won't like it, because I've never done it before, but who knows? The beard is also coming right back, but I thought while I was shaving one, I might as well shave the other too. Err, buzzing... you get the idea.
And I'm moving again, stopping by the old stomping grounds a week from yesterday, so if you're there, and you know who you are, you should be there so we can hang.
Even though you'll be freaked out at my crazy new look.
Later,
LB
Nah, seriously, I will be a freaky appearance, since the look I've had for over 18 months, and the look that most people know me with is changing. I will temporarily be joining the fuzzy headed people with no facial hair. No, I'm keeping my eyebrows and lashes, just not much else in the way of headed hair.
Don't worry so much; it's always temporary. I'm just not in a show for the first time in about 4 years and the prospect of doing something to my hair without anyone being able to tell me no is too good an opportunity to just let go. And getting a haircut is kind of normal. So I'm buzzing it. I prolly won't like it, because I've never done it before, but who knows? The beard is also coming right back, but I thought while I was shaving one, I might as well shave the other too. Err, buzzing... you get the idea.
And I'm moving again, stopping by the old stomping grounds a week from yesterday, so if you're there, and you know who you are, you should be there so we can hang.
Even though you'll be freaked out at my crazy new look.
Later,
LB
23 September 2007
So I've Been Busy...
So for all of you that still check this blog (can't imagine there are even too many of those), I'm just letting you know that I have been busy, but now that's almost done with, which means I'm moving, which means there will likely be less activity, and I'm going to be travelling a bit, and staying at home for a bit, which will further lessen activity, meaning I will likely keep up on this a bit, but don't expect novels... Not until I actually write and publish one of those anyway.
So the show I've been doing is almost over, and that's kind of a weird feeling, because I've done over 90 performances... lemme check... 98 to date, and that's if you don't count all the extra rehearsals, initial rehearsals, and whatnot. This is the last week, and that means I'll have done 104 total performances. Probably at least 112 total runthroughs (yeah, we didn't get enough of those, really). Heh. And now it's all coming to an end, and I'm moving once again... That's a little annoying just because I brought most of the furniture here, and don't really want to just get rid of it... Anyway, That's all one. As soon as I have it all figured out (I mean moving, not life) I'll feel better about the time I'll spend doing it.
So there's your update, and yes I started all the paragraphs with so.
So what?
LB
So the show I've been doing is almost over, and that's kind of a weird feeling, because I've done over 90 performances... lemme check... 98 to date, and that's if you don't count all the extra rehearsals, initial rehearsals, and whatnot. This is the last week, and that means I'll have done 104 total performances. Probably at least 112 total runthroughs (yeah, we didn't get enough of those, really). Heh. And now it's all coming to an end, and I'm moving once again... That's a little annoying just because I brought most of the furniture here, and don't really want to just get rid of it... Anyway, That's all one. As soon as I have it all figured out (I mean moving, not life) I'll feel better about the time I'll spend doing it.
So there's your update, and yes I started all the paragraphs with so.
So what?
LB
11 July 2007
Food
I love food, but I've really come to hate preparing it (for just myself) and I hate spending money on it. The reason is simple. With my metabolism, I literally spend more money on food than I do on rent, and that's when I'm cooking for just myself which, when I eat properly, is a bazillion times a day. Seriously, I could eat what would be a meal for a normal person every hour of the blessed day.
Yay for me, right? I can eat so much and I don't gain any weight... I can eat anything I want (except for being allergic to chocolate)... Wondrous life. Not really. People don't realize how monotonous it can get (that word is monotonous... wow) to be eating constantly or starve. I literally get tired of chewing before I get full. I get busy working on something, and I keep having to stop so I can eat more food. I eat pasta by the 2 quart potfull, and I'm hungry again in a couple of hours. Starving, I dare say. I hate having to buy more food. Coming from a poorish family, I have problems spending money on food that's not seriously on sale. I have to go shopping at least once a week, bring back enough food for a family of four, and hope it lasts me until next week, which it only will if I starve myself. Making me somewhat malnourished, more cranky, and getting my stomach mad at me.
It's a conflicted viewpoint, because I do like having this metabolism but, unlike most people think, it does have it's downsides.
That said, I need to eat again.
Lone Barbarian
Yay for me, right? I can eat so much and I don't gain any weight... I can eat anything I want (except for being allergic to chocolate)... Wondrous life. Not really. People don't realize how monotonous it can get (that word is monotonous... wow) to be eating constantly or starve. I literally get tired of chewing before I get full. I get busy working on something, and I keep having to stop so I can eat more food. I eat pasta by the 2 quart potfull, and I'm hungry again in a couple of hours. Starving, I dare say. I hate having to buy more food. Coming from a poorish family, I have problems spending money on food that's not seriously on sale. I have to go shopping at least once a week, bring back enough food for a family of four, and hope it lasts me until next week, which it only will if I starve myself. Making me somewhat malnourished, more cranky, and getting my stomach mad at me.
It's a conflicted viewpoint, because I do like having this metabolism but, unlike most people think, it does have it's downsides.
That said, I need to eat again.
Lone Barbarian
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