In honor of the 12 tags von Weinachten (Pulled that crummy Deutsch outta my butt, didn't I?) and because I completely lack originality, I'm bogarting an idea from my friend Melinite and giving you a quick Month by Month re-cap of the last 12 mos- over the next 12 days. I'm behind. Shup.
JANUARY:
New Years is spent at Pat McCurdy with MD who made a really nice NYE date. Jan. marks the 1st and only month I am a single and solo homeowner. House...nearly empty. Spend majority sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Perform in one of the most kick-assiest shows I've ever been involved with: "Kung Fu Hamlet". Spend time with Tallen, Redwright + her Clan. Start streak of auditions that result in callbacks...but not cast. Boo. Start frassin' with a mutual acquaitence I met at the Theatre Holiday Party. Agree to go on a road trip at the end of the month to get out of town. I smell trouble. Realize it's gas.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Me Me Me and the Birthday Gimme Gimme's
Again we find the annual tradition in the "P" household around the holidays is the impossible task of prying from my parents lips an apparently dreadful and awful secret:
"What do YOU want for X-mas"? LOL. Kills me. Mom is getting a Chippendales Calendar. Dad is getting a Sudoku book. Done.
X-mases past it was an easy solution for RSvP and I: We made lists. Grand lists. Glorious lists. Big P would usually ask for some form of firearm or cutting utensil ("Dear Santa: I want a Gerber Parabellum folding serrated knife- That or a blow gun.") Mine were typically tyke- even up to my late 20's ("A big tv, a gaming system, "The Uncanny X-Men Dark Phoenix Saga Graphic Novel" The last one I got, thank you.) And annually, just to be cheeky, we'd ask for socks and undies.
(One of the greatest years of record was getting my big brother an overcoat to end all overcoats and the following year he gets me this 18th repro Scottish Basket Hilt Claymore. No lie. We're cool like that. )
I went back into hallowed antiquity (Christmas Circa 2004 of this blog) to see where I was at. Weird, having a live doc like this as a watermark for x-mas's past. What I noticed is that we stopped doing "lists" around 2004. Ki-bosh. Everything circled around Home Depot gift cards and "practical" items. This year, I think I'd like it to be similar. Goofy, but similar.
So in the interest of debt reduction and frugality, I thought I'd put together a very simple x-mas/birthday list.
Very simple:
I have two watches that I never wear. Nice ones, too. A Sylvester and Tweety watch that was a b'day gift circa 1995, and this killer Fossil watch I received as a b'day gift in 2000. (Old s.o's were always trying to get me to wear jewelry other than my ichi-yen necklace.) What's wrong...well...see: The band is broken on the WB watch, and both of them are dead. When they respectively broke/died I tossed them in my nightstand. Never to remove them. Well, until my nightstand mysteriously vanished in a puff of smoke and found my nightstand fillings emptied onto the floor. There it was. Me watch.
So I guess I just want my watches fixed.
Easy enough, right?
Otherwise, I still wouldn't be adverse to someone to volunteering to over and finish a couple of the lingering projects that I've psyched myself out of doing. (Staining and replacing the wooden door frames. Installing the ceiling fans. Role out a carpet pad. Helping install the pergo on my front porch. tacking down my kick board runners. Etc. Just a few hours on a couple Sundays, is all I'd need.)
Debt free would be great, but barring that I'm liking the idea of having people to go out with this year on the evening of the 25th. To be around my family and good friends. The prospect of this years Frass-mas being a 180 degree switch from last X-mas has got me so excited I can hardly stand it.
I think having the beverage of choice option too. Bring me a bottle of your favorite liquor and I'll keep it at my place for the next time you come over to visit/party. (Sapphire for RSvP, Jack for Dorajar or Melinite, a box of Franzia Chard-on-yay for Redwright, chocolate martini accoutrements for FeeJ, Diet Pepsi for MD. And I'm still holding onto a bottle of Sham-Pag-nah.)
I prrrrromise I won't drink it.
Otherwise I need...dumb stuff. New outdoor running shoes with extra support so my knee's don't get all frassed up. T-shirts. Long sleeve white t-shirts. Undiepants. A nice plain white dress shirt w/o buttons on the collar. (My former and only "good shirt" fell prey to the mocha accident of early 2006. And the stain? It couldn't get out...we cannot...get...out..") 3M Window treatment. A copy of the book "Freakanomics" or the graphic novels "Marvels", "300", "V for Vendetta", or "The Dark Knight Returns". A gift card to Unique Thrift's. A new sweater. Or even a fetching sweater vest. A new rib protector for 'Fu since my old one (nee: RSvP's ollllld one) is falling apart. A "Bo" which I lost when the Bloomie dojo closed down. My Mocked Up Spidey suit I've been meaning to build for 3.5 years- finished...Curtains to cover the windows...
And the "anti-froog"? (b/c I don't know when it'll happen, but it could.) I want that 32-42 inch TV to watch movies...for I do love me some movies. A TV stand that matches the dark cherry bookshelves in my TV room to set said TV on. A VHS to DVD burner to xfr old home movies/plays. A black velvet tux blazer that I would justify wearing daily until it fell apart. A sword from the movie Highlander that would be GREAT in my TV room w/my existing collection of cutlery, and "L" shaped wrap around couch that'd fit more people in my TV room, or or or plane tix to Cali...or Vegas so Mo can play roulette while I watch wistfully in the background and we can hike in Red Rock. Or a Doctor Who scarf b/c scarf's are COOL or heck, ANY geek item here: http://www.aintitcool.com/node/30796?semperex-search
Or here!: http://www.aintitcool.com/node/30798?semperex-search
(Except I wouldn't mind this: http://www.amazon.com/Complete-Pythons-Flying-Circus-Megaset/dp/B0009XRZ92/sr=8-1/qid=1166043025/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/105-8421196-0138845?ie=UTF8&s=dvd) Sorry...long link. Gift cards to Azia, or a bottle of Amontillado (again) for the TV room ...get it? A "Poe" theme? I'm po', and I have..."Poe"? No?
pant pant pant pant pant...
Oh, did you want something baby P? How does it feel to WANT!!!
It's just fun. You gotta have a sense o' humor 'round the holidays lest you go crazy. Which clearly I am.
Socks, people. You can't go wrong with socks.
12 days follow up coming soon...copying the f#ck outta Melinite (Sorry love)
Happy Holidays, all! Giving is always a great thing. Find a second to donate whatever you can (Time, clothes, gifts, toys) to charity. Most of them that collect goods have a cut off after the 15th.
XOXOXOX
"What do YOU want for X-mas"? LOL. Kills me. Mom is getting a Chippendales Calendar. Dad is getting a Sudoku book. Done.
X-mases past it was an easy solution for RSvP and I: We made lists. Grand lists. Glorious lists. Big P would usually ask for some form of firearm or cutting utensil ("Dear Santa: I want a Gerber Parabellum folding serrated knife- That or a blow gun.") Mine were typically tyke- even up to my late 20's ("A big tv, a gaming system, "The Uncanny X-Men Dark Phoenix Saga Graphic Novel" The last one I got, thank you.) And annually, just to be cheeky, we'd ask for socks and undies.
(One of the greatest years of record was getting my big brother an overcoat to end all overcoats and the following year he gets me this 18th repro Scottish Basket Hilt Claymore. No lie. We're cool like that. )
I went back into hallowed antiquity (Christmas Circa 2004 of this blog) to see where I was at. Weird, having a live doc like this as a watermark for x-mas's past. What I noticed is that we stopped doing "lists" around 2004. Ki-bosh. Everything circled around Home Depot gift cards and "practical" items. This year, I think I'd like it to be similar. Goofy, but similar.
So in the interest of debt reduction and frugality, I thought I'd put together a very simple x-mas/birthday list.
Very simple:
I have two watches that I never wear. Nice ones, too. A Sylvester and Tweety watch that was a b'day gift circa 1995, and this killer Fossil watch I received as a b'day gift in 2000. (Old s.o's were always trying to get me to wear jewelry other than my ichi-yen necklace.) What's wrong...well...see: The band is broken on the WB watch, and both of them are dead. When they respectively broke/died I tossed them in my nightstand. Never to remove them. Well, until my nightstand mysteriously vanished in a puff of smoke and found my nightstand fillings emptied onto the floor. There it was. Me watch.
So I guess I just want my watches fixed.
Easy enough, right?
Otherwise, I still wouldn't be adverse to someone to volunteering to over and finish a couple of the lingering projects that I've psyched myself out of doing. (Staining and replacing the wooden door frames. Installing the ceiling fans. Role out a carpet pad. Helping install the pergo on my front porch. tacking down my kick board runners. Etc. Just a few hours on a couple Sundays, is all I'd need.)
Debt free would be great, but barring that I'm liking the idea of having people to go out with this year on the evening of the 25th. To be around my family and good friends. The prospect of this years Frass-mas being a 180 degree switch from last X-mas has got me so excited I can hardly stand it.
I think having the beverage of choice option too. Bring me a bottle of your favorite liquor and I'll keep it at my place for the next time you come over to visit/party. (Sapphire for RSvP, Jack for Dorajar or Melinite, a box of Franzia Chard-on-yay for Redwright, chocolate martini accoutrements for FeeJ, Diet Pepsi for MD. And I'm still holding onto a bottle of Sham-Pag-nah.)
I prrrrromise I won't drink it.
Otherwise I need...dumb stuff. New outdoor running shoes with extra support so my knee's don't get all frassed up. T-shirts. Long sleeve white t-shirts. Undiepants. A nice plain white dress shirt w/o buttons on the collar. (My former and only "good shirt" fell prey to the mocha accident of early 2006. And the stain? It couldn't get out...we cannot...get...out..") 3M Window treatment. A copy of the book "Freakanomics" or the graphic novels "Marvels", "300", "V for Vendetta", or "The Dark Knight Returns". A gift card to Unique Thrift's. A new sweater. Or even a fetching sweater vest. A new rib protector for 'Fu since my old one (nee: RSvP's ollllld one) is falling apart. A "Bo" which I lost when the Bloomie dojo closed down. My Mocked Up Spidey suit I've been meaning to build for 3.5 years- finished...Curtains to cover the windows...
And the "anti-froog"? (b/c I don't know when it'll happen, but it could.) I want that 32-42 inch TV to watch movies...for I do love me some movies. A TV stand that matches the dark cherry bookshelves in my TV room to set said TV on. A VHS to DVD burner to xfr old home movies/plays. A black velvet tux blazer that I would justify wearing daily until it fell apart. A sword from the movie Highlander that would be GREAT in my TV room w/my existing collection of cutlery, and "L" shaped wrap around couch that'd fit more people in my TV room, or or or plane tix to Cali...or Vegas so Mo can play roulette while I watch wistfully in the background and we can hike in Red Rock. Or a Doctor Who scarf b/c scarf's are COOL or heck, ANY geek item here: http://www.aintitcool.com/node/30796?semperex-search
Or here!: http://www.aintitcool.com/node/30798?semperex-search
(Except I wouldn't mind this: http://www.amazon.com/Complete-Pythons-Flying-Circus-Megaset/dp/B0009XRZ92/sr=8-1/qid=1166043025/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/105-8421196-0138845?ie=UTF8&s=dvd) Sorry...long link. Gift cards to Azia, or a bottle of Amontillado (again) for the TV room ...get it? A "Poe" theme? I'm po', and I have..."Poe"? No?
pant pant pant pant pant...
Oh, did you want something baby P? How does it feel to WANT!!!
It's just fun. You gotta have a sense o' humor 'round the holidays lest you go crazy. Which clearly I am.
Socks, people. You can't go wrong with socks.
12 days follow up coming soon...copying the f#ck outta Melinite (Sorry love)
Happy Holidays, all! Giving is always a great thing. Find a second to donate whatever you can (Time, clothes, gifts, toys) to charity. Most of them that collect goods have a cut off after the 15th.
XOXOXOX
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Chinese Take-Out
Green Curry
Pesto
Chipotle Tabasco
Sex. Really, with anything. Wainscoting, People, an ottoman. I'm a terrible underpant. Seafood
Jogging
Driving with the radio off
Waking up next to Mo
Chunky sweaters
The State Fair
Amusement Parks
The Zoo
All You Can Eat *(Insert ethnicity/cuisine) Buffets
A 007 martini
Good Nude Days
The feminine form
Art museums. Not a huge fan of the post-modern movement, but yeah. I'll sit in Art Museums for hours
A really good prrrrt
Hallowe'en
Climbing things
The Amazing Spider Man
Movie Previews of movies I reeeeeeally wanna see
Giving and Getting back rubs
Listening to my friend play "The Jazz"
Dinner at fancy restaurants
Events
Getting gussied up.
Flattery. Compliments. A lot.
The smell of the Como Park Conservatory
The smell of cooking
Kissing a womans sternocleidomastoid.
people who are comfortable being touchy feely
Live sports events. 'Specially hockey
Opera music
When Mo squeezes my arm
Soup
Laughing
Double entendre's
Playing air hockey
Decorating my house
Horseback riding Camping.
Being outdoors.
Seeing mountains...I want to see the mountains, Gandalf!
Walking around my house bare-ass and thinking "it's my house, and I can walk around bare-ass if I want to!" And then my roommate freaks out for whatever reason. Whatever.
My barbecue grill
Central Air
White wine
Really fancy cheese
Making faces at babies/tots who are staring at you in restaurants. I find making a "Mean face" has the exact opposite affect of its intended purpose.
Being told I hit hard
Seeing veins on my forearms
Only having one hole left on my belt
Shaving after letting my facial hair grow for a while
Haircuts
Getting turned on
Walking the city streets
Really cool Video Game Arcades with lots of choices
The fact that my brother and I have become so close over the past 12 months I'm going to be an uncle
People are asking me what I want to do for my birthday
Ari Hoptman's email regarding his published books
Green Curry
Pesto
Chipotle Tabasco
Sex. Really, with anything. Wainscoting, People, an ottoman. I'm a terrible underpant. Seafood
Jogging
Driving with the radio off
Waking up next to Mo
Chunky sweaters
The State Fair
Amusement Parks
The Zoo
All You Can Eat *(Insert ethnicity/cuisine) Buffets
A 007 martini
Good Nude Days
The feminine form
Art museums. Not a huge fan of the post-modern movement, but yeah. I'll sit in Art Museums for hours
A really good prrrrt
Hallowe'en
Climbing things
The Amazing Spider Man
Movie Previews of movies I reeeeeeally wanna see
Giving and Getting back rubs
Listening to my friend play "The Jazz"
Dinner at fancy restaurants
Events
Getting gussied up.
Flattery. Compliments. A lot.
The smell of the Como Park Conservatory
The smell of cooking
Kissing a womans sternocleidomastoid.
people who are comfortable being touchy feely
Live sports events. 'Specially hockey
Opera music
When Mo squeezes my arm
Soup
Laughing
Double entendre's
Playing air hockey
Decorating my house
Horseback riding Camping.
Being outdoors.
Seeing mountains...I want to see the mountains, Gandalf!
Walking around my house bare-ass and thinking "it's my house, and I can walk around bare-ass if I want to!" And then my roommate freaks out for whatever reason. Whatever.
My barbecue grill
Central Air
White wine
Really fancy cheese
Making faces at babies/tots who are staring at you in restaurants. I find making a "Mean face" has the exact opposite affect of its intended purpose.
Being told I hit hard
Seeing veins on my forearms
Only having one hole left on my belt
Shaving after letting my facial hair grow for a while
Haircuts
Getting turned on
Walking the city streets
Really cool Video Game Arcades with lots of choices
The fact that my brother and I have become so close over the past 12 months I'm going to be an uncle
People are asking me what I want to do for my birthday
Ari Hoptman's email regarding his published books
Baby P Likes...
Mikey Likes:
Sunday Brunches with buddies (Esp. w/Spicy Bloody Marys!)
The arts that are martial Theatre
Baggy comfortable clothes
Accomplishing projects around the house
The feeling of having no responsibility whatsoever
Leisurely reading in coffee shops
Big Hugs
Cabins
Working out
Parties
Making people laugh
Frass (And really, everytime I see someone use the term)
Seafood
Travelling/Road Tripping
Smooches!
Love, Loving, being surrounded by love
Hot tubs
Sushi
Cooking
Taking random weekdays off
Swimming
Movies
Used Bookstores
Antique Stores in small towns
Museums
My roommate
Dorajar
Singing
Going out dancing
Giving compliments
Stretching out
Naps
An empty sink
The internet
Happy Hour
The holidays!
Captain Morgans Private stock
The little old lady who came up to me after The Full Monty and said “Nice buns”
My friends
Mia Famiglia
Georgie Kitty
Getting to know new people
Sunday Brunches with buddies (Esp. w/Spicy Bloody Marys!)
The arts that are martial Theatre
Baggy comfortable clothes
Accomplishing projects around the house
The feeling of having no responsibility whatsoever
Leisurely reading in coffee shops
Big Hugs
Cabins
Working out
Parties
Making people laugh
Frass (And really, everytime I see someone use the term)
Seafood
Travelling/Road Tripping
Smooches!
Love, Loving, being surrounded by love
Hot tubs
Sushi
Cooking
Taking random weekdays off
Swimming
Movies
Used Bookstores
Antique Stores in small towns
Museums
My roommate
Dorajar
Singing
Going out dancing
Giving compliments
Stretching out
Naps
An empty sink
The internet
Happy Hour
The holidays!
Captain Morgans Private stock
The little old lady who came up to me after The Full Monty and said “Nice buns”
My friends
Mia Famiglia
Georgie Kitty
Getting to know new people
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
NEHRU!
Meh. My suit from "Merry Wives" was cooler. Light gray with these brilliant onxy inlay. Seriously, who could live without a nehru suit?
Right. Moi. LOL. Funny funny funny that they still had it.
Right. Moi. Douchebag who wants to frass around looking like "Dr. Evil"
Monday, December 11, 2006
COSTUME!
I'm gonna have some flashy pants, aren't I?
So I was surprised tonight by a costume fitting. Fitting still, that we have our press/publicity/lobby photo shoot on Wednesday. This Wednesday. Shit. We tech in less than two weeks and open in three. Ho. Lee. Fook. I still have boo-too to memorize before then. And they want us off book by Monday? Frass. Anyone good with a Leicester dialect?
As I'm downstairs in the fitting area of TRP, I see the hanging card that sez "Hal" with two costumes in front of it. The one above, and another one that looks...slightly familiar?
"Holy shit-balls"
"Yup"
"Is that the suit from 'Merry Wives'?"
"Yup"
"The custom built nehru suit ala' Austin Powers?"
"Yeah, I figured it was you since the measurements were pretty much the same."
"No shit? 8 years...man. I was, like...( cough) in my early 20's. Is that what I'm wearing?!?!? (I was super excited at this point. Like wearing the same costume in the two TRP productions I'd ever been in was a badge of notoriety or something)
"Nooooo, the one in front of that. We figured that 'Hal' isn't the type to be somber and mourn his mom's passing, so we put you in something more colorful. 'Dennis' will be in black. What do you think about platform shoes?"
"Cool. Hey...can I buy it?"
"Talk to Steve"
"How about these pants? My folks'll think I found the fabric from their basement couch." (Kidding, readers. It's gone now. But pretty much the same color scheme)
Sweet. Like I need that shit. I just like options.
That thing still fit, too. Great success!
Those pants are pretty tight though. Oof. I thought wearing the hammock was bad.
Behold, the new face of terror!
That's him. That's the one. He's the culprit. The one who conveniently barfs on the tan and gold part of the rug so that it seamlessly blends in. (And you discover it barefoot at 4a.m.) The one who thinks that his cat box is merely a "concept", there fore he can leave his refuse riiiiight outside the box on his kitty rug. The man that enjoys playfully licking you when secretly he's tenderizing the spot for the right moment to chomp down. The one who violates my bed in spite of my protestations. (Dorajar thinks I do it to keep the bed "cat hair" free, when the truth is I know he just wants to sit on my chest and suck out my soul through my nostrils.)
He's a turd. Nothing lovable here. Carry on...but be warned.
Listy from Portana
1. WHAT CURSE WORD DO Y0U USE THE MOST? The Effenheimer.
2. DO YOU OWN AN IPOD? Nope. I’m a big old luddite
3. WHAT PERSON ON YOUR TOP 8 DO YOU TALK TO THE MOST? Perry
4. WHAT TIME IS Y0UR ALARM CLOCK SET TO? 5:50am.
5. DO YOU STILL REMEMBER THE FIRST PERSON YOU KISSED? Yeppers. Tracy H. in the 9th grade at the Sadie Hawkins dance. Open mouth and everything.
6. DO YOU WEAR FLIP-FLOPS WHEN IT'S COLD? No. My roommate does. Weird.
7. WOULD Y0U RATHER TAKE THE PICTURE OR BE IN THE PICTURE? Both
8. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Season 1 of “Six Feet Under”
9. DO ANY OF YOUR FRIENDS HAVE CHILDREN? Sure
10. HAS ANY0NE EVER CALLED YOU LAZY? Yup.
11. DO YOU EVER TAKE MEDICATION TO HELP YOU FALL ASLEEP? Not since last year.
12. WHAT CD IS CURRENTLY IN YOUR CD PLaYER? Peter Gabriel Secret World Tour Live.
13. DO YOU PREFER REGULAR OR CHOCOLATE MILK? None.
14. HAS ANYONE TOLD YOU A SECRET THIS WEEK? Nope
15. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU HAD STARBUCKS? A few weeks ago?
16. CAN YOU WHISTLE? Just pucker up your lips and bloooow.
17. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX? eyes, then bod
18. DO YOU THINK PEOPLE TALK AB0UT YOU BEHIND YOUR BACK? i'm sure they do.
19. DID YOU WATCH CARTO0NS AS A CHILD? yup
20. WHAT MOVIE DO YOU KNOW EVERY LINE TO? Ghostbusters
(dont know where 21 or 22 went to)
23. DO YOU OWN ANY BAND T-SHIRTS? Nope
24. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SALAD DRESSING? Fat Free Caesar
25. IS ANYONE IN LOVE WITH YOU? Sure! Don’t you know who I think I am?
26. DO YOU DO YOUR OWN DISHES? Yes. I’m fastidious about it.
27. EVER CRY IN PUBLIC? Not since last X-mas
28. ARE YOU ON A DESKTOP COMPUTER OR A LAP TOP? Desktop
29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY WANTING ANY PIERCINGS OR TATTOO? I want a tattoo of the Japanese kanji for “community theatre”.
30. WHATS THE WEATHER LIKE? Nicer, thankfully. I was about to go through some SAD frass.
31. WOULD YOU EVER DATE ANYONE COVERED IN TATTOOS? Sure, and have.
32. WHAT DID YOU DO BEFORE THIS? Shower
33. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SLEPT ON THE FLOOR? Last Christmas time? 2005
34. HOW MANY HOURS OF SLEEP DO YOU NEED TO FUNCTION? Six usually.
35. DO YOU EAT BREAKFAST DAILY? I do.
36. ARE YOUR DAYS FULL AND FAST PACED? I try not to get to overwhelmed, but they are usually pretty full.
37. DO YOU PAY ATTENTION TO THE CALORIES IN THE PACKAGE? I’d be lyin’ if I said no.
38. DO YOU USE SARCASM? Neeeeeever.
(39 is AWOL too)
40. ARE YOU PICKY ABOUT SPELLING AND GRAMMAR? Mildly.
41. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO SIX FLAGS? Yup. In Fort Worth, TX. They had a great t-shirt that I’m kicking myself for not buying it. (A picture of The WB’s “Sylvester” saying “Texath!”)
(42. MIA)
43. DO YOU GET ALONG BETTER WITH THE SAME SEX OR THE OPPOSITE SEX? a vast majority of my friends are guys--i am a dude.
44. DO Y0U LIKE MUSTARD? Yup.
45. DO YOU SLEEP ON YOUR SIDE, STOMACH or BACK? Side or tummy.
46. DO YOU WATCH THE NEWS? Only if the ‘Bean is watching it in the kitchen.
47. HOW DID YOU GET ONE OF YOUR SCARS? Katana accident. No lie.
48. WHO WAS THE LAST PERS0N TO MAKE YOU MAD? Myself.
49. DO YOU LIKE ANYB0DY? I like a lot of people.
50. WHAT IS THE LAST THING YOU PURCHASED? Banana and OJ for brefkist this a.m.
2. DO YOU OWN AN IPOD? Nope. I’m a big old luddite
3. WHAT PERSON ON YOUR TOP 8 DO YOU TALK TO THE MOST? Perry
4. WHAT TIME IS Y0UR ALARM CLOCK SET TO? 5:50am.
5. DO YOU STILL REMEMBER THE FIRST PERSON YOU KISSED? Yeppers. Tracy H. in the 9th grade at the Sadie Hawkins dance. Open mouth and everything.
6. DO YOU WEAR FLIP-FLOPS WHEN IT'S COLD? No. My roommate does. Weird.
7. WOULD Y0U RATHER TAKE THE PICTURE OR BE IN THE PICTURE? Both
8. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Season 1 of “Six Feet Under”
9. DO ANY OF YOUR FRIENDS HAVE CHILDREN? Sure
10. HAS ANY0NE EVER CALLED YOU LAZY? Yup.
11. DO YOU EVER TAKE MEDICATION TO HELP YOU FALL ASLEEP? Not since last year.
12. WHAT CD IS CURRENTLY IN YOUR CD PLaYER? Peter Gabriel Secret World Tour Live.
13. DO YOU PREFER REGULAR OR CHOCOLATE MILK? None.
14. HAS ANYONE TOLD YOU A SECRET THIS WEEK? Nope
15. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU HAD STARBUCKS? A few weeks ago?
16. CAN YOU WHISTLE? Just pucker up your lips and bloooow.
17. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX? eyes, then bod
18. DO YOU THINK PEOPLE TALK AB0UT YOU BEHIND YOUR BACK? i'm sure they do.
19. DID YOU WATCH CARTO0NS AS A CHILD? yup
20. WHAT MOVIE DO YOU KNOW EVERY LINE TO? Ghostbusters
(dont know where 21 or 22 went to)
23. DO YOU OWN ANY BAND T-SHIRTS? Nope
24. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SALAD DRESSING? Fat Free Caesar
25. IS ANYONE IN LOVE WITH YOU? Sure! Don’t you know who I think I am?
26. DO YOU DO YOUR OWN DISHES? Yes. I’m fastidious about it.
27. EVER CRY IN PUBLIC? Not since last X-mas
28. ARE YOU ON A DESKTOP COMPUTER OR A LAP TOP? Desktop
29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY WANTING ANY PIERCINGS OR TATTOO? I want a tattoo of the Japanese kanji for “community theatre”.
30. WHATS THE WEATHER LIKE? Nicer, thankfully. I was about to go through some SAD frass.
31. WOULD YOU EVER DATE ANYONE COVERED IN TATTOOS? Sure, and have.
32. WHAT DID YOU DO BEFORE THIS? Shower
33. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SLEPT ON THE FLOOR? Last Christmas time? 2005
34. HOW MANY HOURS OF SLEEP DO YOU NEED TO FUNCTION? Six usually.
35. DO YOU EAT BREAKFAST DAILY? I do.
36. ARE YOUR DAYS FULL AND FAST PACED? I try not to get to overwhelmed, but they are usually pretty full.
37. DO YOU PAY ATTENTION TO THE CALORIES IN THE PACKAGE? I’d be lyin’ if I said no.
38. DO YOU USE SARCASM? Neeeeeever.
(39 is AWOL too)
40. ARE YOU PICKY ABOUT SPELLING AND GRAMMAR? Mildly.
41. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO SIX FLAGS? Yup. In Fort Worth, TX. They had a great t-shirt that I’m kicking myself for not buying it. (A picture of The WB’s “Sylvester” saying “Texath!”)
(42. MIA)
43. DO YOU GET ALONG BETTER WITH THE SAME SEX OR THE OPPOSITE SEX? a vast majority of my friends are guys--i am a dude.
44. DO Y0U LIKE MUSTARD? Yup.
45. DO YOU SLEEP ON YOUR SIDE, STOMACH or BACK? Side or tummy.
46. DO YOU WATCH THE NEWS? Only if the ‘Bean is watching it in the kitchen.
47. HOW DID YOU GET ONE OF YOUR SCARS? Katana accident. No lie.
48. WHO WAS THE LAST PERS0N TO MAKE YOU MAD? Myself.
49. DO YOU LIKE ANYB0DY? I like a lot of people.
50. WHAT IS THE LAST THING YOU PURCHASED? Banana and OJ for brefkist this a.m.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
History is cool
Did you know that I wanted to be an archeologist? It's true. Yes, this fire was partially fueled by a drive-in back to back viewing of "Raiders of the Lost Ark" and "Tron" (Hey...I wanted to be a archeologist and not some hockey-padded glow in the dark frisbee chucker. That was next year. And for the record: "Tron" rules. You can play with the action figures I have of Tron and Flynn the next time you visit)
Anyway, my moms fascination with Egyptology coupled with this pop-culture cinema extravaganza fueled a remarkably hot fire that still simmers slightly to this day. (I gave up on wanting to actually BE be an archeologist when I found out that: A- They don't carry around a bullwhip and swing around on things...and B- They don't wear fedora's. What's up with that? Most of'em wear those lame-ass straw gardening hats. Lame.) The curiousity and throwback excitement gets piqued when I read articles like this the possible discovery of St. Paul's tomb underneath the vatican.
How cool is that?
Anyway, my moms fascination with Egyptology coupled with this pop-culture cinema extravaganza fueled a remarkably hot fire that still simmers slightly to this day. (I gave up on wanting to actually BE be an archeologist when I found out that: A- They don't carry around a bullwhip and swing around on things...and B- They don't wear fedora's. What's up with that? Most of'em wear those lame-ass straw gardening hats. Lame.) The curiousity and throwback excitement gets piqued when I read articles like this the possible discovery of St. Paul's tomb underneath the vatican.
How cool is that?
Did you want some sham-pag-nah?
Late last thursday afternoon. Right before my self-imposed one week exile fro the office. That little black smudge behind me? Darth Vader. Reaching out to Luke who is precariously taped upside under my hanging file cabinet in a scene from "Empire". Don't be jealous, haters.
And for the record, there ain't nothin' wrong with a little scruff. Peter Krause is sporting scruff in the 1st 5 episodes of "Six Feet Under". And, per Dorajar, he's "Hot". (Albeit, she qualified it by saying it was a liiiiittle too long. Whatever. I haveta shave before the on-camera tomorrow. Then it's the excitement of, wait for it...a new RAZOR! Yeah. Shup. Love the little things, bitches!!!)
xoxoxoxo
High Art/Marshall and Broadway
Table Art. I should start an installation, yeah? (Actually, this is very similar to what I was thinking about painting on the blank canvass I've owned for 3 frassin' years. I thought "Oh, Hey. Cool. Feminine form. Very cool. Hip. Trendy. " Until we went into the art-for-sale store and saw 8-9 similarly styled pieces. Frass. Don't break your leg jumping on the bandwagon there, baby P. Still, something kind of novel about "Table Art". Little T's...Macaroni Grill...IJS!
Dorajar and the 'Bean scenes from the 1029, Sunday December 3rd. This is the 'Bean's new favorite bar. Sunday night karaoke, yo. With a DJ who has his radio voice on...all the time.
Where you be?
Off. Off off off off work for a week and I'm already almost halfway through it!
See, the original plan was going to be "Week off in December, hit France and then Rome"
Well...
Finances and the holidays being what they are, it ended up getting slightly amended to: "Let's go somewhere warmer for a few days?"
Well...
I ended up w/an audition and a callback w/in the same space of time and it just wudn't work. Boo.
What did and is happening is that I've been enjoying a week off devoid of responsibility. (With the exception of rehearsal in the pm. Thanks again, big-kid job, for reminding me that if I didn't take this week off? It wouldn't roll over. B@$t@rd$)
So Frids, I hit an am audition for this crazy old Greek man, complete with thick accent/white crazy hair/and Biiiiiig bushy eyebrows. I'm supposed to read it as, get this, a race-car driver? I don't really know how one is supposed to "read" as a race car driver (I informed my agent that my Nascar jumpsuit is unfortunately at the cleaners, and would Spider Man do?) Now, I'm pretty limited as to what I'm supposed to wear ("Just go upscale casual" she tells me) and what's worse I don't have an update HS/Resume' at home (FUCK! I'm down to my last 5 HS's? Butternut Fuck...) So, it's out to Wdby to print one off at work, then to Bloomie for this audition. I read. Fine. Straight down the line. Crazy Greek Producer is shaking his head. He wants more "race car driver. Jou ares veddy essited about rice cars."/"Okay?"/"Jou knows? Ick-ting?"
Acting. Right. I'm not "acting it". (Cue trumpet noise with shrug "Whahmp whammmmp")
Lunch with Mosul at the Holy Land for the most delectible morsels of Halal Chicken in the TC Metro. (Even better than Chutney, I'd wager. Again, though- When did I become a member of the 2 plate club? Time was, I could load up 3 plates EASY! Now I barely filled my plates, and I barely touched the starches. All that flatbread...wasted)
Naps. Rehearsal. Prestons.
Saturday was, again, devooooid of responsibility. wOOt. c/b for "Geboren Nachmitag" blended into happy hour frassin' (There's something satisfying about finding an incredibly frugal and crazy happy hour that's good for the soul. If you're curious, yes...we did find the best sushi in the TC Metro.) We were given the option to see a free show...we ended up passing out early. Again. We're seniors.
Sunday after brefkist, we braved Rosedale/Target/and B and N for some shop frassin' where I discovered that in spite of having a boat load of gift cards to blow? I found nothing. Abercrombie and Fitch STILL doesn't appeal to me. After 2 years. I should just say "fuck it" and buy their cologne. Seriously. It's all, like, little kid clothes and things that are torn. Who wants to buy ripped up clothes for $80? I wear the crotch out of my jeans all by myself for free, thanks.
After a quick naplet and tofu veggie wraps for dinner, 'Bean/Mo/and m'self decided to hit the Market for our bi-annual visit annnnnd. It was dead. Nixon dead. Instead, we bowled at Elsies and hit "karaoke with the JAMMER" at the 1029. Comedy. Warbling tunes, frassin', and watching the snowfall. What a Sunday.
Monday. Even less frass. Seriously, by this point we were all like "Ummmm...we're becoming skilled and gifted at lying around." Which we did. Until we decided to grab dinner that evening and watch "Six Feet Under". In spite of my anti-TV frassbox? Not a bad show. Really.
Yesterday was accompli-frass! Patched holes, cleaned, prepped the bathroom ceiling for painting (Needs to be white) and...wait for it: Fixed the broken kitchen sprayer. (The only collateral of tha was a shit ton of fiberglass that fell in my eye. Again. Felt like a pebble behind my eyeball. Ouch) Moses came over later and we ate sesame ginger glazed salmon served over green-curry sauteed veggies and watched the next few installments of "Six Feet Under". Seriously, at $1.06 to rent 4 episodes...it's worth it. (And now I want Netflix.)
The rest of the week will be comprised of the following: The New Walker (I've never been) paint bathroom ceiling. Prep staircase. MIA. Karate for the a.m. class. Work out. Friday, hit downtown for the Macy's 8th floor exhibit. (RSvP, wanna get lunch?) Rehearse/Rehearse/Rehearse. Study for the series 6 make-up. Audition for BW3 training video. (Heh. Maybe take an "Ick-ting for the Camera" class before hand?)
Sleep. In.
See, the original plan was going to be "Week off in December, hit France and then Rome"
Well...
Finances and the holidays being what they are, it ended up getting slightly amended to: "Let's go somewhere warmer for a few days?"
Well...
I ended up w/an audition and a callback w/in the same space of time and it just wudn't work. Boo.
What did and is happening is that I've been enjoying a week off devoid of responsibility. (With the exception of rehearsal in the pm. Thanks again, big-kid job, for reminding me that if I didn't take this week off? It wouldn't roll over. B@$t@rd$)
So Frids, I hit an am audition for this crazy old Greek man, complete with thick accent/white crazy hair/and Biiiiiig bushy eyebrows. I'm supposed to read it as, get this, a race-car driver? I don't really know how one is supposed to "read" as a race car driver (I informed my agent that my Nascar jumpsuit is unfortunately at the cleaners, and would Spider Man do?) Now, I'm pretty limited as to what I'm supposed to wear ("Just go upscale casual" she tells me) and what's worse I don't have an update HS/Resume' at home (FUCK! I'm down to my last 5 HS's? Butternut Fuck...) So, it's out to Wdby to print one off at work, then to Bloomie for this audition. I read. Fine. Straight down the line. Crazy Greek Producer is shaking his head. He wants more "race car driver. Jou ares veddy essited about rice cars."/"Okay?"/"Jou knows? Ick-ting?"
Acting. Right. I'm not "acting it". (Cue trumpet noise with shrug "Whahmp whammmmp")
Lunch with Mosul at the Holy Land for the most delectible morsels of Halal Chicken in the TC Metro. (Even better than Chutney, I'd wager. Again, though- When did I become a member of the 2 plate club? Time was, I could load up 3 plates EASY! Now I barely filled my plates, and I barely touched the starches. All that flatbread...wasted)
Naps. Rehearsal. Prestons.
Saturday was, again, devooooid of responsibility. wOOt. c/b for "Geboren Nachmitag" blended into happy hour frassin' (There's something satisfying about finding an incredibly frugal and crazy happy hour that's good for the soul. If you're curious, yes...we did find the best sushi in the TC Metro.) We were given the option to see a free show...we ended up passing out early. Again. We're seniors.
Sunday after brefkist, we braved Rosedale/Target/and B and N for some shop frassin' where I discovered that in spite of having a boat load of gift cards to blow? I found nothing. Abercrombie and Fitch STILL doesn't appeal to me. After 2 years. I should just say "fuck it" and buy their cologne. Seriously. It's all, like, little kid clothes and things that are torn. Who wants to buy ripped up clothes for $80? I wear the crotch out of my jeans all by myself for free, thanks.
After a quick naplet and tofu veggie wraps for dinner, 'Bean/Mo/and m'self decided to hit the Market for our bi-annual visit annnnnd. It was dead. Nixon dead. Instead, we bowled at Elsies and hit "karaoke with the JAMMER" at the 1029. Comedy. Warbling tunes, frassin', and watching the snowfall. What a Sunday.
Monday. Even less frass. Seriously, by this point we were all like "Ummmm...we're becoming skilled and gifted at lying around." Which we did. Until we decided to grab dinner that evening and watch "Six Feet Under". In spite of my anti-TV frassbox? Not a bad show. Really.
Yesterday was accompli-frass! Patched holes, cleaned, prepped the bathroom ceiling for painting (Needs to be white) and...wait for it: Fixed the broken kitchen sprayer. (The only collateral of tha was a shit ton of fiberglass that fell in my eye. Again. Felt like a pebble behind my eyeball. Ouch) Moses came over later and we ate sesame ginger glazed salmon served over green-curry sauteed veggies and watched the next few installments of "Six Feet Under". Seriously, at $1.06 to rent 4 episodes...it's worth it. (And now I want Netflix.)
The rest of the week will be comprised of the following: The New Walker (I've never been) paint bathroom ceiling. Prep staircase. MIA. Karate for the a.m. class. Work out. Friday, hit downtown for the Macy's 8th floor exhibit. (RSvP, wanna get lunch?) Rehearse/Rehearse/Rehearse. Study for the series 6 make-up. Audition for BW3 training video. (Heh. Maybe take an "Ick-ting for the Camera" class before hand?)
Sleep. In.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Clearly, I must be stopped with the made up words.
Thanks go to Mo-rajar for finding the Frass image.
I'm house sitting my friend Latt's cats. Nice enough bastards, but my. They hate me. "Rowr Rowr ROOOOWR!"
"Okay, okay. Wet food. I forgot how bitchy you get when you don't get it."
"Well, rowr"
"I hear you"
"ROWR"
"No, I think your friend here articulated his feelings before, thanks."
"rowr"
"Yeah yeah. Let's hear you cluck when I don't come back for 2 days"
And then, they ignored me.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Article of the Day...
Again, too much fascination with wikipedia.org. Today feels justified.
The article of the day, care of Wiki:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_erotic_depictions
(Now, I gotta say. If you go right to the wiki homepage and scroll down there is also a featured article on "Furry Conventions". I think those things scare me about as much as clowns, and great white sharks. )
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Head_to_head_clowns.jpg
http://www.duiops.net/seresvivos/galeria/tiburones/Great%20White%20Shark,%20South%20Africa.jpg
Shup. I know the 2nd image off of wiki. All the great white pics they had on there were lame and tame. Made the shark look practically cuddily. Look...at that frassin' mouth. Mo showed me pics of her getting ready to snorkel off of the great barrier reef last night after rehearsal.
I don't know if I could do it?
The article of the day, care of Wiki:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_erotic_depictions
(Now, I gotta say. If you go right to the wiki homepage and scroll down there is also a featured article on "Furry Conventions". I think those things scare me about as much as clowns, and great white sharks. )
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Head_to_head_clowns.jpg
http://www.duiops.net/seresvivos/galeria/tiburones/Great%20White%20Shark,%20South%20Africa.jpg
Shup. I know the 2nd image off of wiki. All the great white pics they had on there were lame and tame. Made the shark look practically cuddily. Look...at that frassin' mouth. Mo showed me pics of her getting ready to snorkel off of the great barrier reef last night after rehearsal.
I don't know if I could do it?
Birthday Ninja!
Happy belated birthday to fellow blogger and crazy beautiful Brit chick MD! She's a frassy go-get-em martial artist who...when she isn't trying to kill me, is actually a very nice woman.
; )
Many happy returns you little love-Mick-MUFFIN!
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Don't ask, or?
"Baby it's cold, inside?"
Apparently all the boys in "Monty" received these as closing night gifts. (The ladies received burlesque styled "g-strings") They were a gift from the ass't director, aptly named a "Willy Warmer"
You heard me. I didn't really know I was gonna get this until she asked me what my favorite color shade is. I put two pics up so you could get an idea where, you know...you're bits are supposed to go . No. She did not take measurements. She made them all "one size fits most wieners".
Oh, and sorry I didn't get any costume pics (of any costumes) from "Monty". I was gently reminded that posting pictures of me in assless chaps for the world and family to see was...probably not a great idea?
Meh. If I can re-size them correctly, maybe I can find some more photo's of H'ween '06. They aren't much better in terms of their embarrassment factor.
Ugly baby, Frassy Stripper.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Ha Ha!
Y'all are going to have sooooooooo much shit to read through! Mad props to those of you who actually can make it through my delusions. Madder props to those who offer commentary.
I have a whole role of developed film I had wanted to post, but rassin frassin sizing problems make all of the images look like they were taken in a fun house.
Good Luck, yo!
xoxoxoxoxo
I have a whole role of developed film I had wanted to post, but rassin frassin sizing problems make all of the images look like they were taken in a fun house.
Good Luck, yo!
xoxoxoxoxo
How I got this body, or...
The narcissistic frasser rant...(The Strib runs this article on Sunday's, and the day they use me for a write up will be a looooong way away)
I am humbled to get pegged as a health nut by my friends. Really. I've been able to give workout advice to (quite a few now) TC theatre members and also friends that I really think has helped them to each acheive their own individual fitness goals- whether it's for a show they are in or just for their own personal wellness. I like the feeling that I had a hand in that.
So I thought I'd post my pre-"Monty" workout frass to give y'all an idea as to how I went about my routine to get pseudo-nudeworthy. Forgiveness is begged for y'all who get bored easily by this.
Diet:
I adjusted my cals to the 1500 a day range. Now, for those that subscribe to the RDA standards and think "God, that's so LOW!" I offer this- To get "Cut", you gotta burn more than you take in. To "build" (gain muscle) you need to take in more than you'd normally need. Doi, right. Bodybuilders typically take in 4-5000 calories a day while training just to get contest ready. I didn't have the time for this (The pre-requisite 3-4 hours a day in a gym) so I balanced it out. And really, as a soapbox moment, I think peeps take in more calories daily than they actually need to be function and be healthy. Start by counting the calories on the box. Smaller portions are-in fact- best, even though a majority of people get alarmed when they end up feeling so hungry between meals. For me, hungry means I've waited long enough for the food and it seems justified to nibble again. I was particularly aware of not eating after 7pm and keeping my meals small and evenly spaced throughout the day.
Bkfst:
8am- Banana
9am- Yogurt
10:30 to 11am- Two slices of wheat toast + sugar free jelly
Lunch:
Noon to 1:30 - (Usually) a brothy soup with a bag of freshly chopped spinach, tomato, and garlic.
Snack:
2pm- (Fat free pretzels)
Dinner:
Between 4-7pm. (2 skinless Chicken breasts, Steamed Chinese veggies w/enough for leftovers, Veggie wraps, 3 Boca patties, 1/2 cup of pasta w/veggies etc.)
Booze. Well, I cut it down. No calorie laden wine. No beer. I can't say it was gone-gone. I still buy into Mr. Matthew McConnaughey's philosophy of "Working out hard during the a.m. is to ready yourself for that party at night". Not the best philosophy for getting to be my leanest, but it works for the stressed out working actor.
Exercise:
Run/Jog 3 x's a week.
Weights- Hit every body part (shoulders, arms, legs, chest, back) at LEAST twice a week, higher reps and lighter weight. (Dorajar will attest to my working out my arms/shoulders while we watched "The DaVinci Code") Usually until muscle failure. The last week or so before the show, I started with the iso-metric exercise. (Flexing each muscle until it started shaking. Why? Increases definition and vascularity. That's why)
Typically I like to get to the dojo 2-3 x's a week, but being in a show will often reduce this to nil when rehearsal gets too busy. MD will back me up that jogging after a karate session is just top-shelf. (All that stretching and centering? Oh Yeah. Makes for a heavenly run)
Abs- At least 4 x's a week. On the exer-ball.
That being said, I do miss my gym membership. That is to say, I miss having a chin-up bar or lat machine at my disposal. Dumbbell rows and bench rows just don't cut it for me in terms of back muscle exercise. Maybe I should build a chin-up stand in my back yard?
And as a means of penance-
The past few years I'd been advising welness to folks, I always felt like kind of a poser. I'd work out and all, sure. But still...not much to show physically. Then, about a year ago some personal frass happened, I got depressed, and stopped eating almost entirely (Save for Redwrights plying me with brisket and Southern cooking) when low and behold? I could pull my jeans off, belt and all, without unfastening it. Once the depression quit, I figured I'd get back into a "confort zone" where I'd start eating whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Thereby gaining the 20lbs back that I'd lost. Well go fig, I actually don't mind the reduction in the # of calories. I actually feel worse now when I do have an opportunity to gorge myself. And I don't like eating too late. Like, say, having to eat dinner at 10:30pm. (Which, before said depression frass, was usually a heaping plate of pesto pasta nightly. Heaping. Like, a half a box of Creamette pasta heaping. Really)
So yeah. Feels good. Try it out sometime. RSvP cut out soda a few months ago and looks fantastic.
I am humbled to get pegged as a health nut by my friends. Really. I've been able to give workout advice to (quite a few now) TC theatre members and also friends that I really think has helped them to each acheive their own individual fitness goals- whether it's for a show they are in or just for their own personal wellness. I like the feeling that I had a hand in that.
So I thought I'd post my pre-"Monty" workout frass to give y'all an idea as to how I went about my routine to get pseudo-nudeworthy. Forgiveness is begged for y'all who get bored easily by this.
Diet:
I adjusted my cals to the 1500 a day range. Now, for those that subscribe to the RDA standards and think "God, that's so LOW!" I offer this- To get "Cut", you gotta burn more than you take in. To "build" (gain muscle) you need to take in more than you'd normally need. Doi, right. Bodybuilders typically take in 4-5000 calories a day while training just to get contest ready. I didn't have the time for this (The pre-requisite 3-4 hours a day in a gym) so I balanced it out. And really, as a soapbox moment, I think peeps take in more calories daily than they actually need to be function and be healthy. Start by counting the calories on the box. Smaller portions are-in fact- best, even though a majority of people get alarmed when they end up feeling so hungry between meals. For me, hungry means I've waited long enough for the food and it seems justified to nibble again. I was particularly aware of not eating after 7pm and keeping my meals small and evenly spaced throughout the day.
Bkfst:
8am- Banana
9am- Yogurt
10:30 to 11am- Two slices of wheat toast + sugar free jelly
Lunch:
Noon to 1:30 - (Usually) a brothy soup with a bag of freshly chopped spinach, tomato, and garlic.
Snack:
2pm- (Fat free pretzels)
Dinner:
Between 4-7pm. (2 skinless Chicken breasts, Steamed Chinese veggies w/enough for leftovers, Veggie wraps, 3 Boca patties, 1/2 cup of pasta w/veggies etc.)
Booze. Well, I cut it down. No calorie laden wine. No beer. I can't say it was gone-gone. I still buy into Mr. Matthew McConnaughey's philosophy of "Working out hard during the a.m. is to ready yourself for that party at night". Not the best philosophy for getting to be my leanest, but it works for the stressed out working actor.
Exercise:
Run/Jog 3 x's a week.
Weights- Hit every body part (shoulders, arms, legs, chest, back) at LEAST twice a week, higher reps and lighter weight. (Dorajar will attest to my working out my arms/shoulders while we watched "The DaVinci Code") Usually until muscle failure. The last week or so before the show, I started with the iso-metric exercise. (Flexing each muscle until it started shaking. Why? Increases definition and vascularity. That's why)
Typically I like to get to the dojo 2-3 x's a week, but being in a show will often reduce this to nil when rehearsal gets too busy. MD will back me up that jogging after a karate session is just top-shelf. (All that stretching and centering? Oh Yeah. Makes for a heavenly run)
Abs- At least 4 x's a week. On the exer-ball.
That being said, I do miss my gym membership. That is to say, I miss having a chin-up bar or lat machine at my disposal. Dumbbell rows and bench rows just don't cut it for me in terms of back muscle exercise. Maybe I should build a chin-up stand in my back yard?
And as a means of penance-
The past few years I'd been advising welness to folks, I always felt like kind of a poser. I'd work out and all, sure. But still...not much to show physically. Then, about a year ago some personal frass happened, I got depressed, and stopped eating almost entirely (Save for Redwrights plying me with brisket and Southern cooking) when low and behold? I could pull my jeans off, belt and all, without unfastening it. Once the depression quit, I figured I'd get back into a "confort zone" where I'd start eating whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Thereby gaining the 20lbs back that I'd lost. Well go fig, I actually don't mind the reduction in the # of calories. I actually feel worse now when I do have an opportunity to gorge myself. And I don't like eating too late. Like, say, having to eat dinner at 10:30pm. (Which, before said depression frass, was usually a heaping plate of pesto pasta nightly. Heaping. Like, a half a box of Creamette pasta heaping. Really)
So yeah. Feels good. Try it out sometime. RSvP cut out soda a few months ago and looks fantastic.
MOA? WTF?
Traditionally, I used to hit downtown Mipples the day after Thksgvng to putz around. See the 8th floor exhibit of DAYTONS (yes, I said it) and have lunch with my dad. I've gotten away from that in recent years so I decided to do it again this year. Well, after some debate- Dorajar and I decided to forego the DT Mipples trip (Maybe, cough cough, to get FeeJ to come with?) and try to set our sights on a loftier Black Friday goal:
The Mother Loving Mall of America.
And we did. We bought nothing, but that doesn't diminish our pride in tackling that bitch of a mall. And yes, the crazy crazies were out in droves. Great Success.
Afterward, we hit the Lagoon for a mat of "For you Consideration" (A good Guest film. Good. It doesn't help that even if the movie isn't great- the man had me at "Spinal Tap". "A Princess Bride", and a "Guffman" later...I'm his bitch. There, I said it. And even for a lesser Guest film, it was good. Try viewing it as a pure Hollywood satire and I think you'll see what I mean.)
Then home and nap.
Can someone tell me why, for all of it's popularity, H and M sells shit that...for guys...really really likes to accentuate your bits? I'm a 3-pack boxer brief kind of guy, and all the single sale undiepants at H/M were...how shall I put this delicately? Cocktastic?
The Mother Loving Mall of America.
And we did. We bought nothing, but that doesn't diminish our pride in tackling that bitch of a mall. And yes, the crazy crazies were out in droves. Great Success.
Afterward, we hit the Lagoon for a mat of "For you Consideration" (A good Guest film. Good. It doesn't help that even if the movie isn't great- the man had me at "Spinal Tap". "A Princess Bride", and a "Guffman" later...I'm his bitch. There, I said it. And even for a lesser Guest film, it was good. Try viewing it as a pure Hollywood satire and I think you'll see what I mean.)
Then home and nap.
Can someone tell me why, for all of it's popularity, H and M sells shit that...for guys...really really likes to accentuate your bits? I'm a 3-pack boxer brief kind of guy, and all the single sale undiepants at H/M were...how shall I put this delicately? Cocktastic?
Turkey Day Frass...
Well, all my blog buddies are typing this shit...so here's mine:
Wednesday, post-testing- Clean Clean Clean. Mo came over and did the woodwork and helped make the pumpkin cheesecake. Stayed up until midnight house-frassin.
Thursday: Finished spot cleaning and table setting. Set out much of my paltry food accoutrements. 'Bean finishes his bedroom. We shower. Dorajar shows up at 10. Dad shows up shortly after. We help him unpack his stuff. And there is a lot of it. The first round of cocktails are imbibed. (10:30. Dad couldn't resist the allure of a spicy BM)
11:30- Redwright calls with the news that she and Fred got up late and there wouldn't be bird. The joke is lost when I tell her that we have enough food to choke an army regiment. I'm mildly scolded as to how I'm not fun to tease.
The culprits who done showed there faces: WW and their clan, Mo, RSVP + Co, Mom, Dad, 'Bean, 'Bean's daughter.
Noon on: Booze and food. The casualties: Veggie plate, Hawaiian Sweet Potatoes, 3 different kind of stuffing, shrimp, herring, nuts, yogurt covered pretzels, grilled salmon (w/fresh rosemary, lime /lemon, and garlic.) coffee, sweet potato pie, apple pie, pecan pie, pumpkin cheesecake, 3-bean salad, green beans, TWO turkeys (One brined, one not), mashed potatoes, gravy, Cranberry sauce, jello...when does it end?
After bellies were filled, couch spots were appropriated. Mom went to work. RSVP and Co hit the road. Mags and Mo-Mo did dishes. And I started my 3rd beverage. Once the whole of the house cleared, I was able to nap and spit the bit for Eeds to the Prairie for MORE Turkey Day frass at the Palacio del Perry. (Charades, anyone? I'm gonna be a braggy Betty and say that I did, in fact, have the fastest guess/charade time at 7 seconds. Top that bitches.)
Exhaustion set in at 11. I slept the sleep of the dead. And have no recollection of my dreams.
Wednesday, post-testing- Clean Clean Clean. Mo came over and did the woodwork and helped make the pumpkin cheesecake. Stayed up until midnight house-frassin.
Thursday: Finished spot cleaning and table setting. Set out much of my paltry food accoutrements. 'Bean finishes his bedroom. We shower. Dorajar shows up at 10. Dad shows up shortly after. We help him unpack his stuff. And there is a lot of it. The first round of cocktails are imbibed. (10:30. Dad couldn't resist the allure of a spicy BM)
11:30- Redwright calls with the news that she and Fred got up late and there wouldn't be bird. The joke is lost when I tell her that we have enough food to choke an army regiment. I'm mildly scolded as to how I'm not fun to tease.
The culprits who done showed there faces: WW and their clan, Mo, RSVP + Co, Mom, Dad, 'Bean, 'Bean's daughter.
Noon on: Booze and food. The casualties: Veggie plate, Hawaiian Sweet Potatoes, 3 different kind of stuffing, shrimp, herring, nuts, yogurt covered pretzels, grilled salmon (w/fresh rosemary, lime /lemon, and garlic.) coffee, sweet potato pie, apple pie, pecan pie, pumpkin cheesecake, 3-bean salad, green beans, TWO turkeys (One brined, one not), mashed potatoes, gravy, Cranberry sauce, jello...when does it end?
After bellies were filled, couch spots were appropriated. Mom went to work. RSVP and Co hit the road. Mags and Mo-Mo did dishes. And I started my 3rd beverage. Once the whole of the house cleared, I was able to nap and spit the bit for Eeds to the Prairie for MORE Turkey Day frass at the Palacio del Perry. (Charades, anyone? I'm gonna be a braggy Betty and say that I did, in fact, have the fastest guess/charade time at 7 seconds. Top that bitches.)
Exhaustion set in at 11. I slept the sleep of the dead. And have no recollection of my dreams.
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