why i stopped reading the Twilight series after Twilight
because I could tell if I read on I was in for 3 more books of:
Bella: I love you.
Edward: I love you. Because you smell delicious to me. In the food way.
Bella: Let's have sex.
Edward: I am afraid that if I gave into my passion I would lose control and eat you.
Bella: Then make me a vampire.
Edward: I couldn't subject you to that eternal torment.
Bella: Then soon, like, in 5 months, I will be old and shriveled and you will no longer love me.
Edward: I will always love you.
Bella: Then let's have sex.
Edward: I'm afraid I'll eat you.
etc. etc. ad nauseam.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
why? part 2
aside from the bitter, eye-rolling rhetorical form: "why do I do this, again?", usually asked after discovering the umpteenth parking ticket earned during a rehearsal period, I don't question the theatrrr doing thing very much.
late night, tired and buzzed from a successful show, sucking down my first manhattan, i started talking without thinking, and what i talked about was fear.
"the fear is kinda important to me, i think. i mean, i started doing improv because i was afraid of it, and after i did a scripted show where i wasn't nervous at all, even on opening night. but after doing improv awhile, the fear is back for scripted stuff too, so that's good."
and who knows what the heck i meant by all that? adrenaline junkie much? or just that the fear is an indicator of my emotional involvement in the show? dunno. it's weird the things you tell yourself when you just launch into talking.
which is another thing i like about the improv, by the bye.
coming next, the part i didn't have time to say.
aside from the bitter, eye-rolling rhetorical form: "why do I do this, again?", usually asked after discovering the umpteenth parking ticket earned during a rehearsal period, I don't question the theatrrr doing thing very much.
late night, tired and buzzed from a successful show, sucking down my first manhattan, i started talking without thinking, and what i talked about was fear.
"the fear is kinda important to me, i think. i mean, i started doing improv because i was afraid of it, and after i did a scripted show where i wasn't nervous at all, even on opening night. but after doing improv awhile, the fear is back for scripted stuff too, so that's good."
and who knows what the heck i meant by all that? adrenaline junkie much? or just that the fear is an indicator of my emotional involvement in the show? dunno. it's weird the things you tell yourself when you just launch into talking.
which is another thing i like about the improv, by the bye.
coming next, the part i didn't have time to say.
Sunday, October 09, 2011
why?
at last night's Whedonesque Burlesque after party, I was asked something I don't normally get asked:
why theatrrr?
normally I'm hanging about with theatrrr people, who just assume that your answer to that is the same as theirs. or they don't question it in the first place.
so it was fun and unusual to take a moment to think about that.
at last night's Whedonesque Burlesque after party, I was asked something I don't normally get asked:
why theatrrr?
normally I'm hanging about with theatrrr people, who just assume that your answer to that is the same as theirs. or they don't question it in the first place.
so it was fun and unusual to take a moment to think about that.
Friday, October 07, 2011
when you're tired of Cabo, you're tired of life
one of my favorite fake patient co-workers travels a lot and was questioned today about her upcoming plans. she's apparently going on a "blues cruise" to Cabo.
and at first we were all like "cool." and then it landed and i said "wait a minute. how are they going to even _have_ the blues in Cabo, much less sing them?"
which led to this:
i got me a sunburn
and my beer has gone flat
i'd be alright but my woman took my floppy hat
i got the blues
i got the color of the deep Cabo san Lucas waters blues
one of my favorite fake patient co-workers travels a lot and was questioned today about her upcoming plans. she's apparently going on a "blues cruise" to Cabo.
and at first we were all like "cool." and then it landed and i said "wait a minute. how are they going to even _have_ the blues in Cabo, much less sing them?"
which led to this:
i got me a sunburn
and my beer has gone flat
i'd be alright but my woman took my floppy hat
i got the blues
i got the color of the deep Cabo san Lucas waters blues
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