Auditions for "How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying" are the 14th. I've decided it's due time that I clear my throat and try doing a musical again, and this is the best chance I've got. It's also being put on the mainstage, which means that I'll have temporary relief from ultra-low-budget theatre ii production values (although I love ( Read more... )

Not much to report. I've recently become hopelessly obsessed with R.Kelly's "Trapped in the Closet". With lyrics (that term is kind of ambiguous in this case) such as "Then she cries out, 'oh my goodness, I'm about to climax!/ and I say 'cool, climax, just let go ama leg!'", I simply can't resist. Parts 6,7 and 8 are premiering tonight on Vh1 at ( Read more... )

Lowbrow moment of the day/week/month ( Read more... )

Overall, the trip to Chicago was fantastic. The truth, though, all lies in the details, which are delved into below.

( Chi-Town, baby. )

I wonder how many songs the Dandy Warhols have recorded while stoned out of their minds. Surely "Smoke It' is one such song ( Read more... )

So yeah, they came out with a new ipod that plays music videos and TV episodes on 'em. You can download any music video they have on itunes for two bucks, as well as some TV shows--new episodes of LOST are uploaded the day after they're aired ( Read more... )

I've been terrible about updating this lately, which is something that I don't really feel that badly about due to the fact that I've been busier than Charlie Sheen at a strip joint. Between stage managing BBM, classes, writing Oedipus and getting started on "The Goat", things are fucking crazy, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I haven't ( Read more... )

I got called back for Noises Off, but I didn't end up making the cut. I'll live--I can take a small sense of satisfaction in thinking I did pretty well at callbacks and that I think I could've done a better job than the guy who actually got cast (for some reason I got pigeonholed for reading for the part of Tim, which I found strange, but took in ( Read more... )

Yeah, that's right, I like coldplay. Fuck it. Chris Martin and Bono are both pompouss douchebags, but I enjoy indulging in the occasional euro-pop extravaganza. On a reiterated and somewhat related note, I fucking HATE Ben Gibbard (lead singer of Death Cab for Cutie and The Postal Service). I've made every effort to enjoy his music, but can't ( Read more... )

When I first moved to Georgia, the Braves had two mascots, both of which were hideous and nightmare-inducing. One of these mascots was named "Boomer" and was pretty much a marshmallow man with red fur--think Wuzzy from those french tapes commericals without a nose. The other mascot was a cartoon indian with a grotesque plastic head and a ( Read more... )