PromoGuy's Monday Mission 3.XX

1. How old will you be on your next birthday?

I just turned 26 on March 14. Feeling old much?

2. One of the presents I was given for my birthday was a "George Foreman Grill." I've always joked about them, so it was kind of a joke gift. But it turns out, it is a really neat little grill. Then it hit me, this is a gadget, except it is for the kitchen. Then I thought about it and realized that "gadgets" aren't just techno-toys, gadgets are everywhere. What is your favorite gadget?

Not really a gadget person altho I am fascinated by those Tivo systems. Would like one of those. Ahem...hint hint

3. Tell me about someone that you lost touch with several years ago. Would you like to get back in touch with them again? What caused the separation? Has enough time passed? Would you still get along?

Oddly enough, my high school best friend. I woudl like to get back in touch with them because I don't think I ever reached any kind of finality with him on our friendship and the odd little separation. I think it was just a mixture of distrust, loss of respect and distance that cause the separation. When I met up woith him again a couple of years ago I discovered that much of our friendship and what was said was a lie and that caused a huge rift in my belief system and my trust in other people. I think we would still get along, altho not as well as we did when we were younger. But I do want the opportnity ot see him again and speak my mind.

4. I've not met many online friends in real-life (I.R.L.), but I've always assumed we'd get along great if we met. But then again, if we would since my online personality (brash, outgoing) seems so different from how I see my RL offline version (introverted). Is there a difference between your online personality and your real-life version? Or are you pretty much the same person either way?

I differ depending on situations. I am highly extroverted around people I know and in familiar environments, however, I am actually VERY shy and reserved and quiet around people I don't know and around strangers. I don't really have an online personality because I don't go to chat rooms. I just talk to my friends.

5. Being the quiet type, I have often felt like the online world has given me a greater chance to meet people I'd never meet IRL. In fact, I would bet that I would have never met any of you IRL if we had been in the same bookstore or coffee shop. So in that sense, I think the Internet has helped inter-personal communication for many people. Can you think of any ways that the Internet hinders person-to-person communication? What could we do to change things?

I think because the internet allows for much more open communication (something about not speaking face ot face makes people sing like a bird) that people are forgetting how to talk to each other in real life situations. I do believe the internet is both a powerful and destrucitve tool. I think we need to hold ourselves in check when it comes to limiting how much inter-personal communication we have online. We need human contact in some way, and while the internet offers a cyber version of that, we need some kind of tangible rhetorical space to hold conversations.

6. Last night, about 1AM I was overcome with this amazing sense of inner peace. I hadn't prayed, or done anything spiritual, yet, I felt like life was truly good and things could only get better. It seemed like I was given a mental "nudge" as if to say, "You're doing great kid, stay with it and everything will keep getting better." When was the last time you felt truly happy, or had that sense of perfect inner-peace? What does it take to get that feeling back when you need it?

Honestly, I can't remember when. My life has had some kind of turmoil or upset in it for most of my life and I have become accustome to that feeling. In a way, I guess I fear and don;t expect that feeling of inner peace/happiness. But that doesn;t really get to me because I am living my life and getting the things done that I need to get done. But it would be nice to have even 5 seconds to be able to breath easy and feel relieved.

7. There are times when I just want to tell someone off. I don't usually, since I have to work with them. Sometimes it is a family member and that would be even worse on down the road if I cut loose. If you could just verbally let loose on someone and be able to say anything you want, without repercussions, who would you say it to and what would you say?

LOL. I am not answering this one, but my god there is one person that I would LOVE to just let loose on because they need it and deserve it. Some people seem ot get away with murder without any repercussions and without being told how destructive they are to other people. I am waiting for the day when I can just put this person in their place.

BONUS: Are we alive or just a dying planet?

We alive in our efforts to kill the planet.

What Dreams May Come

I just woke up from the ODDEST dream. It was an ice skating dream and all these big name ice skaters are there. Phillipe Candeloro comes out in a balze of glory doing a piece to "God I Hope I Get It" from A Chorus Line and then the music switches and all the others come onto the ice wearing jazz shoes and theatre costumes and dance on the ice. And at one point, some male skater does a double death drop with Tara Lipinski and Sasha Cohen and the girls get up and one of Tara's shoes come up and it;s the Capezio Techno Jazz show which is well known for slipping off your damn foot. And I thought, "Oh my god! I need to call Nate he is going to shit himself when I tell him what happened." And I woke up and had no clue whether it was a dream or not, and I almost called him. Once the other half of my brain awoke, I realized.....it was just a dream and spared myself the embarassment of that phone call.

Of course.....he;s going to read it here. So....um...yeah.

Oh the Thinks You Can Think

The better part of one's life consists of his friendships.

Well, I have had an eventful two days. My friend Gaelen, with whom I did Side Show two years ago, was in town on the Florida leg of her tour of Seussical, she is playing Mayzie. I had a hard time trying to locate her because I lost her cell phone number, but I left a message at the theatre and voila we touched base. She was REALLY kind ot get me in to see the show tonight, but last night she invited me out to hang out with the cast. I was quite apprehensive at first because I tend to get enamored of theatre professionals and very shy around them. It took about 3 weeks before I even spoke to Gaelen and the other actors who cam in from out of town because I just looked up to them...they were living my dream. But the cast memebers who were there last night (mostly the leads) were amazing. I caught up with Gaelen and we talked about our plans and got to meet some of the crazy ass people who act just like me and my friends do after a show. Not sure what else i expected. It was just very surreal.

I spent most of the day with Tony. He treated me to lunch and then we went to see The Core (aka, Armageddon lite). It was ok, no big deal. Would no pay to see it again. Then I drove like a demon to get to the theatre and went backstage and hung out in Gaelen's dressing room, which she shared with NaTasha who plays the Sour Kangaroo. I had a blast. It was so weird seeing how everything worked in the back, from the costumes to the assistants to the dressers and the actors running around with fro wigs on and laughing. I went out into the house and found a seat and the show began. It was SO weird seeing a professioanl show in which I knew people. In a sense it limited that illusion of characters onstage because all the time i was thinking, "I hung out with those people." Gaelen was just AMAZING. I love her so much for her talent and for how supportive she is of me and my goals.

During intermission I went backstage because Gaelen wanted to hang with me and chat. She surprised me by taking me to meet Kathy Rigby who was playing the cat in the hat and we just chilled in her dressing room and I played with her dog, who supposedly is wary of strangers but was all over me. She is so cute and diminutive -- Rigby, not the dog. I remember seeing her in the NY production and loved her then. And she was just as charming and magical here.

I went back into the house at places and watched the rest of the show, which was QUITE different from the NY production but very cleverly re-imagined. Went back backstage after the show (I love how I just sauntered in and out) and satw hile Galene got out of costume and such and we walked out. I talked to some of the cast members i met the other night and they were just cool about it. They hugged me and joked with me and everything. It felt really cool being a part of a community like that and just fired me up even more to get the hell out and go to New York, or as Gaelen and NaTasha both said "Just go and do it. What are you waiting for?" So I made myself a promise tonight to be in NY by the time the year is out. I can;t keep being the only hurdle in the way of my goals. I am staying behind for selfless superficial reasons, and I can;t do that anymore. I have to start living my life. So thanks Gaelen! You have no idea how much this meant to me.

Sorry elf...by the time I find out, you were at work and I couldn;t call you.

What a Slump

Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence. True friendship is a plant of slow grow, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.

I am bored out of my mind. And I feel like I am in a slump, not even like an emotional one. Just a slump. I spent the better part of the afternoon hangin with the Elf and his mom and had a lot of fun. Was something I needed and looked forward to. Had not seen or really talked to Momma Hyland in a while and while I saw Nate on an almost daily basis for the last 3 months we haven't really just "hung out" and it was all very cool. Talked, joked, laughed, played video games and I got to watch some of his wrestling matches from when he was a sophomore in high school. I always knew he was a wrestler at one point but it was another thing to watch it and I actually enjoyed it and thought it was very cool. Thanks elf! So wait.....are we hanging out Friday or what ;)

I need to get this damned thesis over and done with and get gone and get a real friggin job. I have some very cool projects coming up that I can't wait to get started on. Once I get into show mode I want to keep going and not stop and I feel oddly on a creative high, so I must expend all this energy.

Oh my....I think I am buzzed. Two sips of Jorge's cosmo at Carraba's and a piece of tirimisu drowning in alcohol and I can't stop giggling. Can't tell if it is because Jorge is lit and we are laughing our asses off or it is because I really am a little buzzed. How does one know? Tee hee.

A Moral Dilemma

We are here on earth to do good for others. What the others are here for, I don't know. -- W.H. Auden

Oh but times of moral and ethical crises are trying on one's soul. I have battered this around for a few weeks and I am still unlcear on what path to take. Here is the situation in it;s most basic sense: Do you warn a friend about the intentions, real nature, and actions of another friend and risk being the "bad guy" or do you sit idly by and say nothing and wait for them to find out for themselves and kick yourself in the ass for not saying anything? I am SO sure about this person because I have had to suffer the repercussions of their manipulative nature, and....well....they have told me their true intentions and revealed their true nature. So the ego side of me wants to warn, while the super-ego says no, and the id says fuck it all. What to do? What to do? Being the older responsible one sucks sometimes, and working for the answer blows sometimes. Ugh.

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Eminem just won an Academy Award for Best Song ("Lose Yourself") My god....have we come to THIS?????

I am so jazzed that Chicago is practically sweeping this year. WOO!!!!

Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance Dancing Machine

To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.

Well, my first official "dance" piece came and went this weekend. It was a good experience for the most part. I now realize even more how much I hate the politics that go on behind-the-scenes and how I am just not interested in that bullshit. I know I get flak for that because I don't play the game, but it's just childish bullshit that doesn;t require my wasting mental energy over. The piece for the most part went well. I am such a perfectionist that I am never truly happy with my work unless it is picture perfect. From the audience perspective I am sure it was great, and several people kept coming up and applauding me for the piece which was very cool. Everyone said they can;t wait to see what's next and they can;t imagine it could be better than this piece. No pressure folks. What shocked me the most is how some of the dancers wigged out in front of an audience and either forgot moves, looked around, or improvised. But, this is all good stuff to know for my summer pieces because there are certainly a few people I will NOT be using....mostly because of their attitudes and egos. I just don't need that. One really good thing that came out of it was that the dancer playing Puck in the Midsummer baller talked to me about going to Central Florida Ballet and choreographing a piece for their third show of the year because they are very interested in more jazz work and he liked my work a lot. This is very surreal for me as I never envisioned my choreography "career" really going any where past high school shows, but I guess I seem to know what I am doing. It;s just weird when people ask me how I come up with stuff and half the time I think what the hell are they talking about. But it is a great affirmation. So thank you Nate (you have come so far in a year and you should be proud of your work in this), Brit (thanks for taking a break from thinking you suck and doing this) and Diane(thanks for saving my ass from the fire and doing you thang) for doing the show. And now to prepare for the next one.

In other news, I was happy to see last night that my evil vicious side has not disappeared completely. I gave up that stuff when I got older because I just wasn;t interested in fucking with people anymore. I just like being nice and riding on calm waters. But every once in a while some person will bring it out of me. Right now, there are 2 people who bring it up in me and make me feel violent. One of them got a taste of what it's like to piss me off during the Chicago run, and the other started to get it last night. I have absolutely no respect or tolerance for people who are fake, two-faced, liars and constantly stick knives in people's backs. This one person fits ALL those elements and what sickens me the most is that everyone is buying into the fake image and "good" intentions. While I would have no problem telling all these people the truth, I am not going to go that route. Karma has a way of dealig with people and the truth will always out. This partially sucks because it affects some good friends of mine, but I am not going to be the bad guy in this situation. Ugh. Even thinking about it now makes me want to break somone's kneecaps (not really). Of course, most people would say, "don;t let it bother you, let it go." But when I have had the knives and the shit eating grin put in my direction, I am going to come out fighting. No one fucks with me like that. Fucking with a mindfucker is not a good thing (right Elf?).

SO that's all, a little dancing, a little bitch, and a little drama at 3 am in the morning (you owe me....kidding....well....maybe) and I had a busy weekend.

English Teacher Much?

I went back and read over some of my old posts and my god but am I off the clock when I write these or not. The spelling mistakes crack my ass up. That happens partially because I want to get everything out of my head and not worry about the mistakes so I don't forget anything, but then I never go back and revise and edit. But this is a different genre than formal writing and I am off the friggin clock....so then why do I feel so guilty?!?!?!?

I get all these e-mails from Jacob in Armenia updating his family about hismission, and his mom is very nice and about sending them on to me. I miss him a lot. It's tough not having those late night phone calls. For 3 years we talked every night and I went to sleep with tears in my eyes from laughing. I don't have that and it sometimes gets to me. It's good hearing how he is doing, although I tend to be somewhat shocked with what he has ot say about their methods of "converting" people. Armenians are known for being quite stubborn and quite orthodox....somehow, an Armenian Mormon doesn't exactly gel. I guess his mission has tried several methods inclucing teaching English classes under the guise of conversion and offering dinners to the Armenian men to increase the male percentage of converts. Now I love Jacob dearly, but that is all crap. But should I really be surprised. Organized religions are like children.

Can't believe we are in the beginning stages of war. What I do believe is the amount of Iraqi soldiers surrendering. I can remember during the Gulf War how disgruntled, afraid and confused the Iraqi soldiers were. They did not want to be there, they did not know why they were there, and they were very skittish. Just let it all end.

Final dress of the show before we open tomorrow. I hope everyone who can come does. I am really proud of the work in this one.

A Little Bit of Rehearsal Before the War

So, good rehearsal today witha group of busted dancers who are worn out. A fun time of laughter afterwards. I get home, turn on the TV, and holy shit. We have attacked targets in Iraq. This brings back a flood of heinous memories as I wax sentimental about the shit that went down when I was in Kuwait when Iraq took over. This is going to be either VERY good or VERY bad for us and the rest of the world. I just hope it all ends in a non-destructive way, as much as that can be within the precepts of a war. Part of me feels good ol Saddam should be removed (shit, it should have been done in 1990), and the other part of me feels like we are cutting off our nose to spite our face. What to do? What to do?

Dancing Machine

Well, first day back to school....so happy I could shit.

Had my first real run through rehearsal of my piece for this weekend's studio repertory show. Everytime I see it I can't believe that any of that came out of my head and that I actually choreographed it. About 15% of it is borrowed material from the original, sometimes you have no choice, but the rest is of my own doing and I am damn proud of it. My dancers worked their asses off tonight and I think the piece is a real showstopper. It makes me feel good when people come up to me and say "that was amazing. we didn't think you could do that." Which makes me wonder what in the hell they think I do. In any case, I think it will be fully ready by Friday. A few more run throughs and clean ups and it will be good to go. This just gets me jazzed and ready for the next show in June. I have so many ideas and I want to work with so many people, I just hope it all comes through. I am hoping Diane will be able to fill in for my missing soloist. While I loathe making the male solo a female one, I have no options. I am in no shape to be doing it, and I don;t know any other guys who could learn it and do it well in two days. Such is the life of performing and directing.

This all puts me in a happy place. Dancing, watching dance, choreographing, teaching. Thanks to all those who support me and believe in me.

And All That Jazz

Well, Chicago has come to an end. Very bittersweet to say the least. I was not expecting to get emotional about it. I did a little when I first got there and talked to Rand and Bekah, both of whom I am going to miss an IMMENSE amount. The last performance of a show for is always a unique one. After every number, line and step, I think to myself, that will be the last time I do this. One of the drawbacks of a life in theatre, the special moments run on....only to make way for new ones. Now I have to focus on the show at the dance studio which is coming a long very well, barring a flaky soloist. I have started teaching Nate some tap moves. I almost forgot how fun it was to tap and he is picking it up incredibly quickly. I actually enjoy teaching someone to tap. Very different from teaching a jazz class. In any case, I will miss performing the show, I will miss some of the people, but I am glad it is over. It was a special experience of me, that also became one of the most trying times for me, but you learn and grow.

I spent the night at Jason;s last night, which I really needed. I had missed having late night talks with him and this time I had the added bonus of Amanda. It was good to get out some of the tension and such. I didn;t really sleep much, but I had fun. I really do miss having Jason around as a roommate.

And finally, a moment of humor to cap off the evening. I have an automatic litter box...yeah I';m lazy, fuck you too. So I am taking out the little receptacle box and one corner snaps and flings a piece of dried litter-ridden cat poo at my face where it bounces off my glasses and lands on my leg. Thank you and goodnight.

It's Ma Birfday

Well, it's finally here. My 26th birthday. Sounds odd. Feels odd. Actually, doesn't feel any different, but it is rather weird to think that I am getting older every year. I still feel ike I do when I was 21. My birthday had a great start last night when Joey came with Amy to see the show. We were quite close friends when he was in high school, and as is the norm, when he graduated, we just floated apart even tho we occasionally kept in contact. He was one of the first batch of kids that I helped train and foster their theatrical talent so he has a special place in my life and heart. Ever since he was 15 he has never forgotten my birthday and has made it a point to call me. He brought me a present last night which TOTALLY floored me because I just was not expecting it. I wasn't going to open it until today but curioisty got the best of me. I think it is quite possibly the greatest birthday present I have ever gotten, or at the very least one of. He gave me the very first picture that the two of us took together when he was 15 and I was 20 and put it in a frame. That just meant more to me than anything else he could buy, as did what he wrote in his card to me. It brought back such a huge flood of memories and good feelings. He came out with the cast afterwards and it was great just sitting there and reminiscing. I do miss him terribly, but his being there made me realize even more how lucky I am to have certain people in my life and how folish I am to waste my time of the petty ignorant ones who simply won't matter when time's test comes around. Those who don;t know me for me, those who don't understand, those who are easily swayed by others into thinking things that aren;t true, and those who don;'t appreciate what I do and take advantage of my selfless kindess. The simple things in life sometimes are enough.

Why MegaCorporations Suck, Or, Why AOL should just DIE!

Ok, so everything is all fine and dandy with my AIM service today. Then I sign off and five minutes later I try to sign back on and a message pops ups "Acocunt has been suspended." And I think, how odd. Nothing really to suspend it for. No billing info required or anything. So I get on the phone and have to play customer service tag with who knows how many people and when I finall get one who might knwo what is going on, she has a thick accent and I can't understand a fucking WORD she says to me. They keep spouting off something about an unpaid balance.....when I cancelled my account in AUGUST! I bit th ebullet and paid it thinking it would clear my service, but oh no. Because those AOL fuckers implemented a new program starting today whereby any AIM names attached to cancelled AOL accounts are terminated meaning that I can't use the name I have had since 1994 unless I reactivate my account or wait at least 2 years from the termination date to re-register the name. What in the hell!!?!?! So now I am paying 4.95 a month for AOL so I can keep my AIM name. This is such ridiculous capitalistic bullshit. I am so sick of this consumer corporate crap and sucking the dollar out of every possible person. I am SURE they implemented the program to try and get money out of those people with cancelled accounts. It would not surprise me at all. Whatever. Fuckers.

Ode to Illness

I am a walking snotball

The left side of my face feels run over

The right side is in Tahiti

My nose has suffered the blows and woes of tissue after tissue

I think I am delirious

I choreographed for 2 and a half hours

Finihsed a good 3 minutes

Yet I have no clue what moves I used or if they are any good

I listened to a 20 second question and had no clue what was being said

I think I lost my cool tonight

And I was accosted by bitchy self-conscious dancers

Did I take Nate home or was that my imagination

I feel like a gerbil is running around in my stomach

Wanted won ton soup but the damn chinese retaurant was closed

Braved Kash 'N Karry late at night and felt strangely in place

You;ve infected me you viral bastards

Why? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

Meet Florida's homegrown

Chicken water

Lemon

Lime

Hot sauce

And the best of them all....

Nyquil

How in the HELL am I going to do my show tomorrow?

Am I going to get this number done?

Why do non-dancers have more heart than trained ones?

What have I done so wrong and why have things changed so?

Is this even an ode anymore or have I really slipped into some kind of delirium

A glass of OJ and some green tea is sitting and waiting

You're going to die you scumsuckers

Get thee gone from my system!

Goodnight folks.

What in the Hell.....

I am sick. Sick sick sick sick. Literally. I have no clue how the hell ithappened. So sick I could not go to Islands of Adventure today. Strangely it has only affected the left side of my face. Oh god....it's an anneurism isn;t it? This is not good. I need to get better quick. I have a rehearsal tonight and a show this week. MUST BE WELL!

What the HELL!!?!?! Ok, I was right the first time, the 14th IS a Friday. jeeeeeez.

Duh

For the last two weeks I haver been thinking that my birthday was this Friday. Um...no. The 14th is a Saturday. Who feels like a moron? Oo, oo...ME!

Well Then

Where to start. Things very confusing right now, but nothing that can't be sorted out. I had a wee bit of an angry explosion today when Nate Najar started fucking around with me. After 4 days of dealing his egomaniacal shit-don't-stink attitude, I exploded, much to the shock of everyone whom I noticed just stood there staring and had no clue what to say. Rarely does the asshole side of me ever come out, and when it does it throws people off because it is antithetical to who I am on a normal day-to-day basis. But I inherited my mother's temper and it's a NASTY thing when I get pushed. In any case, week two went great altho I had a little funky night last night and felt off tonight. I wish I could say I had 2 days off, but no, I have to rehearse. But in this case I don't mind at all since it is for something I do love and for people I generally do enjoy being around.

I got my letter from the Broadway Theatre Project and I got in again. Maybe this time I should go eh? I couldn;t last time because I had no money, and not sure if i can swing it this time, but I have to go. I gotta find some way. I need to make some good contacts before i move and this is the best way. And of course, getting to work and being choreographed by Ann Reinking is a HUGE plus seeing as how I obsessively love the woman.

I was very fortunate to get an e-mail last week from a good friend from the 4th grade who had moved away. I was first surprised that he found me and remembered who I was, and second that I remembered who he was. I have faint recollections of a lot of the people I left back home when we escaped during the war, but I was so overjoyed that part of my past was coming back. We are e-mailing back and forth and so far it's quite fruitful. I think it's just a trip.

Have to mention The Rules of Attraction a WHACKY movie (made by the people who did Pulp Fiction and American Psycho -- a fucked up movie in its own right). It was good both technically and narratively, but wow....weird as shit. But I love movies that are both intellectual and entertaining. I have to go read the book now.

Aside from all this, nothing much. Life goes on and I slowly learn to recognize those who are faithful and those are not, those with good intentions and those with malicious ones, and those who truly care and those who are simply insecurely unable. Life is, if nothing else, interesting.

They're Baaaaaaaaaaaaaack

Just when you thought it was safe, the little amphibian fuckers have returned. I guess it was too good to be true.

Had ot work with the put-in bitch tonight. She is so friggin rank and nasty. I feel sorry for her once she gets into that dressing room. And yeah, some of those girl;s in the show....HEFFAHS! And not in the size sense, but the attitude.

Must find time to go visit my niece and say congrats to my brother. Life is just too jumbled right now. Argh!

PromoGuy's Monday Mission 3.09

1. Are there any television commercials on these days that are among your favorites? What is your favorite television commercial from your childhood?

Not really. I generally find commercials aggravating and very few are creatively interesting. The only two that come to mind are the Geicko ghecko commercial with the cheesy 80s love song and the Bo Dereky slow mo shot, and the Truth commercials. No favorite chidhood ones...seeing as how I don't remember much of my childhod.

2. Sometimes we see ourselves as different than we actually are. For example, I like to think I am a pretty outgoing person, but in reality, I would be perfectly happy if I were left alone. How about you? Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Would others agree with you?

I feel the same way. I always find myself discovering several thigns that are in direct opposition of what I originally felt. Most people see me as extremely extroverted, borderline psychotic, but I am actually very introverted. I am a withdrawn quiet person, as difficult as it would seem. And most people WOULD agree. People sometims also see me as a vicious evil bitch, but those are usually the people who can;t handle the concept of brutal honesty. This is reality not fantasy.

3. What kind of a worker are you? Do you like a job where you have a daily routine that you can count on every day? Or do you prefer to be in an environment where there is constant change and you never know what to expect from one day to the next?

I like constant change with a routine paycheck :)

4. I've found that when I go out for a business lunch or any type of meeting where you have to speak, a salad makes the best meal choice. It isn't sloppy and makes it easy to pause for conversation. I would think the same would be true for first dates. When you've gone out on first dates, what sort of decisions would go into your choice of
dinner? Price? Ease of conversation? The "messiness" factor?

Can;t answer this one. Never been on a date.

5. "It's grouper" "Two Dollars!" "By choice, man!" The Donger need food!" are just a few of the movie quote that I can recite off the top of my head. These (and oh so many others) come up in the most unusual and inappropriate situations. Usually no one but me "gets it." Doesn't matter, I still have a good laugh. What are some of your all-time favorite movie quotes?

Oh my god, I don;t even know where ot begin. Everything from John Leguizamo to Erykah Badu can be found in my daily lexicon of quotables.

6. What if it happened. All of creation is gone. Wiped out. And then come to find out that that there is no reincarnation, no chance to live life over again, no second chance. Turned out, there really was a God and Heaven and Hell. How would that make you feel? Do you want to go to Heaven?

Wouldn;t make me feel stupid. I question the existence and plausability of everything. I would be happy that I finally had an answer to the question. Being as we do have free will and thought, I am sure God would appreciate that his creations were making good use of what they had and not being obedient dogs.

7. Should everyone be allowed into Heaven? Or should there be criteria? If you were making up the guest list for Heaven, how would you choose who gets in?

Who are we to practice exclusion? Earth is hellish enough as it is, let's make Heaven a free for all. With lots of ice cream and nudity.

BONUS: Wot's it to ya?

Everything.

Days Off? Hells No

Well, I finally get a two-day break fromthe show ot just relax and regain my life-footing. Oh no, wait, I can't do that because I have to go into the theatre to rehearse a new cast member because someone decided to head out for three-days. Now, this is part of my job, so I understand what I need to do, however, it's the person they are putting in which puts me off of going to do it. This girl is a bitch and has a serious attitude problem that she needs to check at the door. I called and spoke with the director and there is not much I can do about it unless she really sucks tonight and can't do the dances, then I have grounds to replace her. But since they already hired her (of course, no pay so saying "hire" is a misnomer), they couldn;t call back and say "Oh, gee. Sorry."

It was very odd getting back online last night after being gone for three weeks. It was like discovering it all over again. But it was fun. Who knows when it will happen again.

I turn 26 soon, God help me. And at some point I have to trvale to Gainesville to see my brother's daughter that was birthed last week. She's a pisces....how appropos :)

I really have nothing else witty to say, really. Or anything for that matter.