Family Foto Follies!!!

Left to right standing: Gerald P. Murphy, his daughter Marya, his wife Nicole, his other daughter Mandy and his mother in law Laurie. Pyramid of Danger bottom to top: Myles, Jack, Ailsa Agnieska.

OH MY!

So, anyway. As I was saying. I didn't move to San Diego. I haven't done anything. I am all talk and no action, Jackson. And that's the way like it. I am in Yreka, Ca. right now with my family. My immediate family. It's funny because I always think that the last time I am just hanging out with my mom and dad and brother and sister will be the last time that will ever happen what with wives and husbands and exwives and significant others, etc. But then here we are just us again. For probably the last time. Not including my nephew and new neice though. They don't count. My sister's husband decided to stay home an extra day or two for reasons no one will explain to me or if they have explained it the explanation has not been to my liking. Oh no. Not sufficient or reasonable or logical in the least. He just did, I guess. Wanted Marya to have some time with us with the new baby. It seems fishy. But that's all I'll say about that because people do not like me to mention things that aren't being mentioned. I've already said too much.

I've been pretty busy lately. With work and the new play I'm rehearsing for. The Heidi Chronicles. It is a very well written play and the first thing I've been in for a while that I actually enjoy. Work is keeping me very busy. I had a sort of promotion to Scheduling Coordinator when I had my last pay raise at my two year anniversary and at the time I thought it was just for my ego but it has actually increased my work and responsibilites in ways I didn't expect like making the agendas and chairing our weekly scheduling meetings as well as making more decisions. About incisions. On incisers. That is a joke from The State. It is an inside joke to those of my pals who read this who are heads of state. I was going to call them State Heads, but I think Heads of State is funnier. I don't blindy go through the mouth for every dental procedure. This dead monkey without a brain could do that!

I've seen some movies. Boy howdy, have I ever. I bought The Dreamers and Elephant for $5 each at Hollywood video. I'd seen the dreamers before but not Elephant. It is pretty good. I actually really really liked it a lot but I'm not sure how crazy other people might feel about it so I'll just say it was pretty good. I looove the Dreamers. I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Wedding Crashers on the same day a couple weekends ago and really liked them both. I laughed all the way through Wedding crashers like I haven't in a long time for a funny movie. I can't even remember the last time I laughed that much in a movie. I saw Cinderella Man. And some others I can't remember. I've been listening to a lot of music. I've been replaying the Hobbit and the sims bustin' out. I named my guy on the sims Racist Jones but he is not racist at all. AT ALL. It's like he is tolerant of anyone who comes knockin' on his dog house door. What can you do. Sims these days, I swear. I'm reading book 7 of the wheel of time series, book 18 thousand of the Wizard's first rule series, and I'm starting to mix my dork fantasy crap characters up in my head. It is fucking hot. Like triple digits over the last 3-4 weeks.

This is what happens when you don't post for a while. You just start typing out mundane run of the mill everyday joe kind of crap from the crapmill of my fingers and call it a day. Another day. Hopefully I'll be glad some day that I wrote about where I was and what I was doing because that will really bring me back. So I have to post some awsome picture of something. Like this one taken today of my dad and some girl behind him.


Awsome!!!!!!!!

When Am I Going to Post Again????

I don't know.

One Good Turn Deserves Another

Leggo My Sandy Eggo

The title has nothing to do with this post. I just like that phrase. I don't really even know what it means. The picture does. So Justin has totally thrown me for a loop by announcing that there is job opening where he works and I should apply for it. Of course, he didn't really think I would take him seriously because it is in San Diego and I would have to like apply today and start working like right away but gosh almighty does it sound like a great idea to me right now. I could just move to san diego and have a job and get an apartment and do theater down there where the theater scene is pretty awsome rather than up here where it is fairly paltry and filled with people over 50 mostly.

Here is the job announcement: The Journal of the American College of Cardiology seeks Editorial Assistant to work in its scientific journal editorial office in San Diego. Entry level position involves working with online system in all phases of manuscript processing from submission to production. Attention to detail a must. Position also requires solid communication, time management and computer skills. Send resume to Glenn Collins at jaccsd@acc.org. EOE M/F/D/V

The funny thing is, I've always thought about getting into editorial stuff. I come from a family of editors and I was an english major but all my work experience has been in the medical field. I happen to work now in a cardiology office so my cardiology medical terminology is pretty good but I really don't enjoy having to talk to patients and answering phones constantly and all the other stuff that comes with a high patient contact medical office job. I think it would be good opportunity to try to break into a different field while still using all the stupid medical info I know now. I wish there was a magic button I could push that would move my life down to southern california so I could aggressively pursue this but I just don't think it is feasable right now. I am going to regret not trying to do it. Dammit. It isn't often that something lands in your lap that is so perfect. Also, not very many people know this but when Andy Feaster and I were living together and talking about long term plans and whatnots, we very seriously considered moving to San Diego. I wanted him to try to get into their masters program for directing because they have one of the bestin the country down there. I daydreamed about living in san diego for like a year and even looked at apartments on line and stuff. Anyway, I feel very conflicted about this.

I also turned 27 yesterday and so the idea of moving somewhere else and trying to become a real person in a big city is very appealing to me right now.

Crazy Drunken 4th of July Email to Justin and Steven Two Days Before My 27th Birthday:For Posterity

I Sent this email to justin and steve earlier today and as I got half way through it, as you will read, I decided to just write what I was thinking about writing about on my blog and then just copy and paste it so I wouldn't have to write a whole bunch of other crap. And since I am drunk, I will say this: I love marigold's friend Sara. I think she is awsome and I think her blog is awsome. And I love the Fourth of July. And there was something else but I can't remember what it was.

Steve and Justin, mostly justin,

I really really really really really loooove the decemberists. Too
much. Too fast. I think I might already be burnt out on them. Oh
well. I like the guy's voice. I like the weird, english, irish,
pirate affectation he has like he is literally from a land not unlike
our own but not like our own. I am drunk while I am writing this.
Not completely but enough so bear with any typos and/or rambling.
Rambling such as the fact that I am drunk which is a totally
unecessary detail. I've really only had a bear and a half. A beer
and a h alf. I left it bear because that looked funny. I had a bear
and a half. Ha!!!!The bear I am drinking, since justin recently wrote
about beers on his blog, is clever. It is called Shastafarian and it
is a beer from Weed. It is a beer from the stock of Weed Ales
actually and the bottle cap says something funny on it but I have to
go get it and read it because I can't remember it. Here it is. It
says, Try Legal Weed. I'm glad people in weed are finally
capitalizing on the name of the town by selling tshirts and beer. The
bottle has a picture of the weed city entrance welcoming thing. It is
similar to when you would drive into The Gatewayto the REdwoods on 101
but I can't remember the name of that town. I think it also started
with a W. Watkinsville. Waltertown. Wilkesbourough. What the fuck
is the name of that town? North of Ukiah??? I was in Ukiah a couple
weeks a go. But I can't really go into that whole story. Anyway, the
bottle has one of those signs and in the background are the mountains,
mount shasta for instance, but over mount shasta is a black dredlocked
man's face superimposed over the mountain. Shastafarian. Get it?
the whole bottle tells a story. How fascinating. I think I am going
to copy this email and paste it into my blog. How's that for parlor
tricks? I just wrote a few sentences and deleted them all because
they were stupid. They were about a movie I want to write. So I do
edit myself. That proves it. Speaking of weed. I might steal some
of my dad's weed and smoke it. I wouldn't really do that because I
don't do illegal drugs, wink wink. Generlaly speaking I don't though.
Generally speaking, that is. Backspace is so proactive and for such
a lazy person as me, I'm surprised I use it as much as I do. The
point is, I watched I heart huckabees today and I am TOTALLY going to
read up on my existentialism. Remember that play I did, Hunting
cockroaches? Did justin see that? I know steve did but I"m not sure
if justin did or not. Anyway, that play had a lot of references to
kafka and shit and was the only time in my life that I was really
exposed to existential thoughts and ideas and writers, etc. But I was
only like 22 or 23 or something and I just wasn't interested. But
now, I think I am interested. Or I could be. Or I should be. But I
don't want my existential period of life to completely be tied and
linked and traced back to a movie like I heart hucakabees so I really
need to look into some legitimate writers and stuff or I will always
feel like an asshole when I talk about kafka and all I am really
thinking about is one of the 6 movies jude law made in the year 2005.
Or 2004. Whatever. I listened the song of kevin's band that you
sent me, justin. I actually liked it and I am loathe to admit it but
this was EXTREEEEMELY surprising to me. I didn't like it in the sense
that I would want to own an album but I was impressed Number 1 by the
production values and Number 2 by the sound of kevin's voice not being
really recognizable to me until about 30 seconds into the song. I
have to qualify this mini review, however, by saying that I did not
actually listen to the whole song. I got the idea and that was
enough. Also, I wish to god I could go down the second week in july
and visit with you and alicia and will and johanna but that is just
not in the cards right now. First of all, I am fucking broke. Second
of all, I have taken a bunch of time off work for really hardly any
reason at all and have no PTO left. Not to mention all the work I
need to do at work. Don't even get me started about work. Maybe I
will write in my blog one day what I do for a living and how
ridiculous it is. To do. As a job. It's fucking ludicrous.
RiCOCKulous, as my friend andy rydzewski would say. Awsome. This is
the most awsome email I have ever sent. I am going to reply to
everything in the previous email you sent that I have not addressed
yet because I have been selfishly ranting on and on about things to
satisfy my own fucking ego. Which is why I think I could actually
write that movie that I described in the part that I had to delete
earlier. But I need to get another beer first. You won't even read
all this, will you? I wouldn't. I have the other beer now. Empty
beer bottles really do look like dead soldiers, don't they? You wrote
that you and danny hung out just the two of you for an afternoon in
humboldt. That must of been weird. for both of you. That guy was
strange but the two of you alone in a room together ups the strange
quotent to a fairly large degree. Mainly because you are both filled
with non-sequiters. They are coming out of your ears, the two of you.
which is probably why alicia can relate better to both of you rather than you to each other.
Maybe. Not that you are alike, really, you and danny but you both
have similar qualities.

That's about it. I could go on, of course. I always can. I am very
good lately at thinking and typing and writing. For some reason.
Boredom, probably. I will of course have to write a prologue and
epilogue to this email when I post it on my blog so that it will make
sense to me when I read again in a few months.

EPILOGUE PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED:
So I sent that email and there are no takeseesbacksees in cyberland so what is done is done and at least now I have my drunken ramblings immortalized for my own future viewing. As in, tomorrow morning when I am sober. That will be awsome. Luckily, there are takeseesbacksees in blogland an I can always delete this post if i am disgusted by my own candor/shallowness. Nothing worse than being honest and realizing that your honestly is totally inane and shallow. And insipid. although I don't think I need to worry about that. Inanity yes, insipity no.

This was either the best or the worst 4th of july ever. I can't tell yet. I watched the 4th of july parade in Ashland, Oregon, as I have done since forever. Not since the day I was born because I was actually just short of a year old when I watched my first one but ever year since then I have seen it. I still like it a lot. I almost missed it this year because of poor planning and disallusionment.

As an afterthought, literally, I just want to report that I am in another play now. I was cast in The Heidi Chronicles. I play a few different roles, one pretty good one. And I am looking forward to being in a play with ideas and questions that I actually like. It has been a while.

Oh, and Willits was the name of that town. And I'm pretty sure it is the place with the sign that says The Gateway to the Redwoods.

Ronery

CRAZY EYED BOTTLE HEAD FACE WITH STAIN ON SHIRT: A PORTRAIT



I am a very solitary type of person. I'm really most at home and comfortable alone with my thoughts and a book or a movie or driving. Especially driving and listening to music. But lately, probably due to hormones, I have felt the tug of the old social firefly I like to think I used to be. I wasn't ever really, but I did have friends and crowds and cliques and phone numbers and more people I felt beholden to spend time with then I have ever cared to since. I read an entry on one of my college friend blogs that had some old pictures and my friend Steve had commented that looking at the pictures reminded him of when good friends weren't digital and that really hit the nail right on the head there. I used to not only have friends I liked, I could pick and chose which ones I liked more and who I would rather spend time with. It takes me a long time to get to know someone well enough that the idea of hanging out with them doesn't sicken me. But there are a few people in the world I wish I could just call up and say, "hey, lets go see batman", or, "lets drive somewhere far away just to eat lunch somewhere and then drive home the same day." That's the kind of stuff I enjoy doing alone but that I wouldn't mind having someone else there for conversation. Anyway, I have taken to being slightly more friendly when I meet someone I think might be interesting. Normally if I meet someone who I think is cool I avoid eye contact and try to look as bored and disinterested in talking to them as I possibly can. Maybe now I'll try to even ask them a question. Like, where'd you get those shoes? Or, have you read this book? I'm not that great at inane questions. I tend to grill people when I really want to know something. I could move to Savannah and get an apartment right next door to marigold and Steve and be like Larry on three's company.

anyway, none of this information is new. I think I've even written about this very topic in this very blog. I just have to remind myself every so often that I did like people at one point and some of those people are still alive and living in the lower 48 states of these here united and I could actually call them or write a letter or even just an email or go visit them all over the country but probably I'll just go see the sisterhood of the traveling pants by myself so that no one will make fun of me and so I don't have to wait for some cocksucker to get their popcorn and shit and then argue over where to sit when I always sit in the 2nd or 3rd row and they always sit in the back and they don't like watching previews and they want to talk through the opening credits and then what the hell are we supposed to do when the movie is over? Discuss it? Fuck that shit, yo.

I would like to thank some people here. Thanks to my friends Justin and alicia for sending me surprises, my friends steve and marigold for sending me a Christmas card, my old friend from high school trish for calling me when she was in town and for sending me a postcard from Japan. My friend Becky

for also sending me a postcard from Japan and generally sending me postcards from wherever she is. Thanks to my friend Andy rydzewski for sending me a DVD he made. Thanks to my friend jim shelley for keeping me on his email list all these years though we really don't even know each other. Thanks to Will and Joanna in advance, my friends, for hopefully getting married some time in the future thus keeping faith alive that I may see some old friends again. Thanks to my friend Arron for starting an interesting blog for me to read. Thanks to these people and others for trying to keep in touch, I wish I could repay the favor some day.

Titillating Title

I think that my last blog entry title was so good that I will never have a blog title that is better. How sad. Usually I write the title first and then the entry and sometimes I'll go back and change the title later if it is wildly off the subject of what I actually wrote about. But usually not.

I am in sunny Yreka, California this evening after driving home from sunny Sunnyvale, California where I met my little baby neice Ailsa. She is just a little tiny little baby. I drove through a pretty big rainstorm that lasted from Redding to Weed which is like an hour drive. It was really weird to have a storm that big and cold weather like it is now at the end of june. Very strange indeed.

Ummmm... I saw Batman Begins this weekend. It totally kicked ass and it ruled also. And I think I would have liked it even if I wasn't a huge fan of Christian Bale. I am not as big a fan as I used to be, sadly. In college I hosted a Christian Bale movie marathon. I am such a fucking dork. But now all those dorks who came to it can be like, "oh yeah, I've seen almost all his films, he is very talented. I knew batman would be good when I heard he signed on." Like the bullshit bullshitters they are. I also watched the Machinest on DVD yesterday and it was not the best movie I've ever seen but Christian Bale was in it. I saw him on the Charlie Rose program being interviewed with christopher nolan (batman director guy) and he said he lost 63 pounds to play the guy in the machinest and when it was over he gained 100 pounds back and then had to lose weight again to play batman. The funny thing about this was that he said it all with an american accent. Then I watched the special features on the machinest and he did all his interviews on that with an american accent. What the fuck? He is Welsch. He is a pasty english actor voice face and why is he talking in an american accent? WHY CHRISTIAN BALE????? I think he reads my blog. I sense his eyes. "reading" me, you might say. You might.... I think this picture is why they thought of him for Batman.


I have to watch Newsies when I get home. If you've never seen Empire of the Sun, go watch it right now. It is the best acting that guy is ever going to do and that is saying a lot.


I just found this quote on IMDB from old CB:
On the "Fresh Air with Terry Gross" radio interview first aired June 13, 2005, he admitted to Gross that because Batman is "such an American icon," he had decided not to perform his promotional interviews for the movie Batman Begins (2005) in his natural mixed Welsh/British accent. He instead spoke to Gross in an almost-inflectionless mid-American accent, only revealing his dialectic roots with a few words.

Media Nazi Now Has Outreach Program

My friend Justin is sometimes referred to as the media nazi because he has a tendancy to try to control what music, movies, tv, magazines, books, etc that people are viewing or listening to in his presence. And he wants you to REALLY listen to it or REALLY watch this one part. So he sent me all this really awsome stuff in the mail the other day from him and alicia's collection of awsome stuff. I was so excited. I was telling my brother that this is further proof that I have friends and he has none. His only friend from work just had his 2nd DUI and has to go to jail. What a loser. Here is what I received in my package from heaven:

Stella Shorts- Some of The State folks, my favorite folks, sketching it up sketch comedy style. Apparently there will be a comedy central version soon. As I do not have cable I was not aware of this. One more reason to get cable.

Waiting for Guffman - I love this movie.

American Movie - I also really like this movie. My brother hasn't seen it so we will probably watch this sometime this weekend. I saw it in the theater I think when I lived in arcata.

Citizen Ruth - The only alexander payne movie I haven't seen. I can't wait to see it. I really like that guy.

A Dvd of Calexico in concert - Justin apparently jizzes in his pants over this band. Apparently.

He also sent discs with mp3's on them with these bands:
The Handsome Family, Calexico, M.Ward, Andrew Byrd, The Decemberists, The Be Good Tanyas, Weird Al Yankovic, some guy named Hamburger, David Bowie, Devotchka, Gogol Bordello (I think this is a very clever band name), Tin Hat Trio, the Team America Soundtrack, The Life Aquatic Soundtrack (more Bowie!!), Robert Crumb and his cheap Sult Serenaders, and Tom Waits: The Black Rider (I have always wanted this album since I first heard about it)

I feel like I've gotten a treasure, a veritable pop culture treasure. I also got my new Mr. Show Dvd's from netflix with the 3rd season. That show is pretty funny. I am going to burn a bunch of cds for my trip down to the bay area next week. I need to buy one of those cd players with an adapter for my car since I only have a tape player in my car and I don't feel like making a bunch of new tapes. I bet I can get one of those for really cheap nowadays.

Speaking of Nazi's, this is in the program for Judgement at Nuremberg and as I have rarely contributed to the political blog that marigold and some of her peeps have, I would like to post this because I think it is interesting and pertinent.

Hate Mail

I was so excited to get my first anonymous random hatemail from some person I don't think I even know. This was posted today on an entry from October.

At 3:10 PM, Anonymous said...
"wow you suck big time you hate hippies cause your to damn lame to be one! and ps did i mention your lame and im a white chick w/dreadlocks.wow things i hate let me think...... they all sort of point to you!!wowww"

It was in response to my saying that I hate hippies in the post about things I hate. This really makes me hate hippies a lot less.

I don't know why people block anonymous posts. I think this is awsome.

Six Feet Asunder

I love the television program six feet under. I bought season three on dvd recently. I already have 1 and 2 and I think four is out now too so I need to get that as well after I watch season 3. It is so good.

I got a raise at work. A pretty good one. And a bonus, which is pretty nice. The insurance situation I wrote about before hasn't really changed. They are still talking about changing it but we won't know for sure until july so I can hang on for a little bit longer but I am still going to take the mail man test.

I am going down to sunny sunnyvale california next week to visit my little neice and I'll probably spend a day and maybe a night in san francisco while I'm there. I think that would be fun. We'll see. Her name is Ailsa. Pronounced Ale-Suh. Don't ask me where it came from or why but I kinda like it. I can say "Ailsa Smellsa lot." I wonder if anything interesting is going on in san fransciso while I'm there. I should check that out.

Happenings and Doings

BABIES BABIES BABIES BABIES BABIES BABIES BABIES

BABIES WITH NO NAME GO TO HELL

So it has been a while but I've had my hands full, what with working and being in a play and being AUNT MANDY FOR THE 2ND TIME! The little baby that my sister was carrying inside of her came out on saturday the 28th day of this lovely lusty month of may. She is a girl, which we had already established through science and a process of elimination. She is still nameless and therefore aimless. Aimless Adams. My sister already has this site up to view pictures but I will warn you that there is some bloodiness and some nudity so if you are a prude or prone to sicking up I would maybe think twice.

I got a new bed yesterday at Mattressland. If you lived in medford you would know this place because it is famous for its one note one word jingle. "Mattressland!" I bought a mattress and box springs for $230 which was a pretty good deal what with the memorial day sales. And I had $230 dollars in my pocket which would either go towards a new bed or $230 dollars worth of Pudding to rub my ass in. A La, Barry and Lavonne from the State. Actually, they had $240 dollars worth of pudding. Which is a little bit more pudding than I would have but there is just one of me and there were two of them. I also went to the mall, to Linens and Things and Whatnots and Beyond and bought a new down comforter just in time for summer. I got a Duvet set, which included a duvet and 2 shams and is not pronounced Doo-vet like some of you ingormouses out there may think but is actually pronouced Doo-vay. I learned this yesterday from the sales person. Also, shams are pillow cases. I learned this when I opened up the duvet set and there were 2 pillow cases inside. I am in heaven now with my new bed and comforter. I also rearranged my room and it is much better, roomier, and nicer now.

I was going to be in the next show at the theater I'm working with now which is a musical called Children of Eden but I have decided not to. I'll be gone for a week in june to see the new baby, amino acid, and it also runs through my birthday and the 4th of july and I would rather not be doing a show during that time. Also, I can't stand one of the cast members. So no plays for me for a while. Judgment at Nuremberg ends 6/11 so I'll be free to watch tv and play video games in my free time after that.

I applied to take the mailman test recently. I should be getting the paperwork in the mail soon. They don't offer the tests all the time, just when they are hiring at the US post service. So I may become a mail man. A Mail Mandy.... ho ha ho. If that doesn't make me a spinster for life, I don't know what will. But at least I'll have benefits forever and make a decent living. I took the sample test and it is pretty easy for someone like me. It is all speed and accuracy and memorization. I am a wizard at anything involving those three things.

I have not seen any good movies lately or gotten any new music lately. I have been playing pikmin 2, which is really fun for people who like repetitive puzzle like games and pretty graphics. Like me. I have been watching the first 2 seasons of Mr. Show which is pretty funny. I've got the next few discs coming in the mail soon. And my brother bought the dvd of Firefly, which was a short lived sci-fi western show created by Joss Whedon, the guy that created Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It is pretty good and I recommend it to dorks.

What else.... hmmm... My friends becky and trish are both in japan right now but they don't know each other. I got two postcards from japan in one week from them and I felt like I know very interesting people especially since they are independent of each other. My friend Steve has been in France but is back now. It would have been neat if I got a postcard from france and japan but steven is not very thoughtfull when it comes to postcards. And Justin and Alicia were in Ireland recently so I am very jealous of everbody I know since I haven't even ever been out of the country. I am such a loser. My little nephew jack is still very cute though a little bit more unruly as he is now 2 1/2 years old. He is still my favorite until this other one does something cute.

Oh, and I should spend sometime on health related matters since this is supposed to be a blog about my diabetesness. I have been getting dizzy spells all the time and it is really disconcerting but I'll be seeing my doctor on friday and so I'll know then if I am dying.

Well, I'm off to the Robot Parts Factory.

Kolchak

Justin Byrne to me

It just won't be the same: A remake of the shortlived 1970s occult series "Kolchak: The Night Stalker" is also among the three new dramas and two comedies ABC said Tuesday it will introduce in the fall.

My poor nephew. People are going to think he is named after some stupid remake of a tv show and they won't even know about the original. Crazy. I hope it is good.

Apparently Stuart Townsend is playing Kolchak. He was boyfriends with Charlize Theron. Maybe she'll guest star as a vampire. That would be awsome!!!!

Reviewing the Situation.

The title of this blog entry is a reference to the musical "Oliver!" for all you musical theater ignorami out there. It has a double meaning in this context, however, since I will now be discussing two movies I've seen recently. I did see the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy as planned and I enjoyed it. Apparently I am the only one in the world. My dad had these words to say about the film, "On a scale of 1 to 10, I give it a -2. Don't waste your money. - Moif" (he calls himself Moif) and also "Stinky stinky movie - don't bother seeing it." I got these messages after I had already seen it. My dad is a big fan of the books. He used to play the radio show of it in his classroom when I was in highschool. Also, they did a television miniseries sort of thing on it that he had on video and he would play it over the lunch hour once a year so dorks could congregate and feel like they were part of something bigger, something larger than the quad and the football team and lockers and cafeterias and whatnot.

I actually liked the movie but I can see where he would be disappointed. He didn't like the graphic artsy style they used for the guide. I did. He didn't like the actor who played Arthur Dent. I love him. He thought the casting of Mos Def as Ford Prefect was stupid. I like Mos Def. And on and on. At least he laughed at the funniest scene which involves people getting hit about the head neck and chest which my mom thought was stupid. My mom thought marvin the robot was "too cute" and not depressed enough. I thought his robot form was sort of dumpy and roundish and suited him well. She hated trillion. I really like whats-her-name that played her. I think they both mostly had a problem with the casting and the fact that it wasn't the way they had imagined it. Which, duh, always happens.

This last weekend I saw Kingdom of Heaven, which may have been a better movie than The HGTTG, but I still didn't enjoy it as much. I do like that Orlando Bloom though. And Liam Nieson wasn't in it enough. The bad guy in it was really good. Good at being BAD! He was like Billy Zane meets Russell Crowe. More Billy Zane than Russell Crowe. Which is to say, more cheesy and overactory. Which I like. All in all, I give it 3 out of 5 stars, mostly because it was very beautiful.

I also recently rewatched Jackass:The Movie with my dad and brother.
That movie is a classic. An instant classic. Brilliant. 6 out of 5 stars.

Here is a link to the play I'm in that opens this weekend for anyone interested. judgment at Nuremberg

Boy Oh Boy

Boy Oh Boy, when you put things it writing and in a medium like this it sure is apparent how little you actually have to say for yourself. Or myself. I find that the things I think to write about are things I've already complained about in previous posts or things that I don't feel comfortable revealing en mass. You know what I'm saying? Work is still tiresome and by turns tedious and stressfull. I did get to see my preggers sister recently and it is weird seeing her with this thing growing from out of her. My nephew asked if the baby could peak out at him. He is impatient. I'm going to take a week off in june after this play is over and visit with my new neice, Armageddon. Armageddon Adams. Adnama Adams. Adrenal Adenoma Adams. Acidosis Adams! Acute Angina Adams. Cutey, for short. I think my favorite now is Amaryllis.

I am looking forward to The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy opening this weekend. It has my boyfriend Tim from The Office in it.


He is my favorite pasty funny looking actor.

Rehearsals for Judgement at Nuremburg are going quite well. My german accent is very good according to our dialect coach person. We had a run through of the entire show on tuesday and the Director said it is the first show she can remember being involved in where everyone was off book, had their lines and blocking down, a full 2 weeks before we open. The show opens on 5/11, which seems like a long time from now but is really pretty soon. I feel very confident that this show will go off without a hitch but you never know. One of the actors could up and die. Who knows.

My mother and father are both 60 years old now ask of April 25th and March 15th respectively. That makes me old and my brother and sister even older.

Has anyone been watching that end of days show on nbc? Or am I the only dork who likes that crap? I have always harbored a deep respect and admiration for Bill Pullman so I could hardly not watch it. What a man. I like the guy who plays the evil demon guy in jail. He is like the Poor Man's Willem Defoe. Fantastic.

What video game should I buy? I need a new one so bad. So Bad!!!!!

Oh, and Christian Bale had a baby with some broad. Congratulations, Christian Bale.

Remember how I what I was saying about how I wanted to go back to college?

This song is from Avenue Q. It is a musical about 20-something post college puppets and how hard and meaningless their life is. And Gary Coleman is in it. Actually, a black woman playing gary coleman as the superintendent of the building they all live in on avenue q. It is very funny.
KATE MONSTER:
I wish I could go back to college.
Life was so simple back then.

NICKY:
What would I give to go back and live in a dorm with a meal plan again!

PRINCETON:
I wish I could go back to college.
In college you know who you are.
You sit in the quad, and think, "Oh my God!
I am totally gonna go far!"

ALL:
How do I go back to college?
I don't know who I am anymore!

PRINCETON:
I wanna go back to my room and find a message in dry-erase pen on the door!
Ohhh...
I wish I could just drop a class...

NICKY:
Or get into a play...

KATE MONSTER:
Or change my major...

PRINCETON:
Or fuck my T.A.

ALL:
I need an academic advisor to point the way!
We could be...
Sitting in the computer lab,
4 A.M. before the final paper is due,
Cursing the world 'cause I didn't start sooner,
And seeing the rest of the class there, too!

PRINCETON:
I wish I could go back to college!

ALL:
How do I go back to college?!
AHHHH...

PRINCETON:
I wish I had taken more pictures.

NICKY:
But if I were to go back to college,
Think what a loser I'd be-
I'd walk through the quad,
And think "Oh my God..."

ALL:
"These kids are so much younger than me."


yes, it is a good show.

A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.

I've been watching Willy Wonka a lot lately. My nephew likes it. He can't say Willy Wonka though, too many L's. He calls it charley bucket movie. Which is as good a name as any. Anywho, I have just been amazed at how many great lines there are in that movie. It is just so well written. If you haven't seen it recently, or god forbid at all (shudder), go out and get it. I happen to own it, so I can watch it whenever the mood strikes me. I am very much looking forward to the johnny depathon willy wonkathon movie coming out soon but I know that it will probably not be what I expect. It may be better or worse than I expect, but not what I expect. I can't wait. The suspense is terrible, I hope it lasts.
This is a picture of me in my new play, Judgement at Nuremberg. You may notice a striking resemblance to judy garland, but that is done with makeup.


Good acting, huh. I was really stressed about this play yesterday. Actually, for about a week I've been thinking about not doing it at all because I was worried that I wasn't going to be able to do what the director wanted me to do. I thought she wanted me to get all blubbery and emotional and It is really hard to do that 5 times a week for 5 weeks straight. Last night I had my 2nd rehearsal and apparently I am doing just fine. So I feel much better. It is very hard for me to read this director. I can't tell if I am headed in the right direction half the time and she is all for letting you make your own choices which is great but you still need feedback. I got good feedback finally. My other play is still going. The audiences have been bigger and I have been getting applause at the end of all my scenes and monologues which is always nice.

I've compiled some of my favorite willy wonka lines here on my blogometer. Enjoy!

Willy Wonka: Oh, well then you know all about it and what a terrible country it is. Nothing but desolate wastes and fierce beasts. And the poor little Oompa Loompas were so small and helpless, they would get gobbled up right and left. A Wangdoodle would eat ten of them for breakfast and think nothing of it. And so, I said, "Come and live with me in peace and safety, away from all the Wangdoodles and Hornswogglers and Snozzwangers and rotten Vermicious Knids."
Mr. Salt: Snozzwangers? Vermicious Knids? What kind of rubbish is that?
Willy Wonka :I'm sorry, but all questions must be submitted in writing. And so, in the greatest of secrecy I transported the entire population of Oompa Loompas to my factory here.

Willy Wonka: Invention, my dear friends, is 93% perspiration, 6% electricity, 4% evaporation, and 2% butterscotch ripple.
Mrs. Teevee: That's 105 percent.

Willy Wonka Little surprises around every corner, but nothing dangerous.

Willy Wonka Oh, you should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about. [Willy Wonka walks down the hall which gets shorter as it goes on in the skewed perspective room]

[Noticing signs on vats] Mr. Salt :Wonka. Butterscotch? Buttergin? You running something on the side here?
Willy Wonka Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.

Willy Wonka Where is fancy bred, in the heart or in the head?

Veruca Salt Snozzberry? Who ever heard of a snozzberry?
Willy Wonka [grabs Veruca's chin] We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dreams.

Willy Wonka So shines a good deed in a weary world.

Willy Wonka : A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.

Tinker : Up the airy mountain, down the rushing glen, we dare not go a hunting, for fear of little men. You see, nobody ever goes in and nobody ever comes out.

Willy Wonka : No other factory in the world mixes its chocolate by waterfall. But it's the only way if you want it just... right.

Willy Wonka : The suspense is terrible... I hope it lasts.

Willy Wonka : There's no earthly way of knowing / Which direction we are going / There's no knowing where we're rowing / Or which way the river's flowing / Is it raining? / Is it snowing? / Is a hurricane a-blowing? / Not a speck of light is showing / So the danger must be growing / Are the fires of hell a-glowing? / Is the grisly reaper mowing? / Yes, the danger must be growing / 'Cause the rowers keep on rowing / And they're certainly not showing / Any signs that they are slowing.

Willy Wonka: If the good Lord had intended us to walk he wouldn't have invented roller-skates.

Willy Wonka: So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it.

Willy Wonka: And Charlie: don't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he'd ever wished for.
Charlie Bucket: What happened?
Willy Wonka : He lived happily ever after.

Willy Wonka: All I ask is for a tall ship and a star to sail her by. All aboard everybody.

Willy Wonka: [singing] In springtime, the only pretty ring time, birds sing hey ding, a-ding, a-ding. Sweet lovers love the spring.

Violet Beauregarde: [while sticking her finger up her nose & digging] . Spitting's a nasty habit.
Willy Wonka: [Glaring at her] I know a worse one.

Willy Wonka: Well... Two naughty, nasty little children gone... Three good, sweet little children left.

Mrs. Gloop : Don't just stand there do something.
Willy Wonka: [sarcastically] Help. Police. Murder.

Mrs. Gloop: Aye. Mr. Wonka help I'm getting squooshed.
Willy Wonka: Is it my soul that calls me by my name?

I liked this guy

Mitch Hedberg

I bought a doughnut and they gave me a receipt for the doughnut. I don't need a receipt for the doughnut - I'll just give you money and you give me the doughnut. End of transaction. We don't need to bring ink and paper into this. I can't imagine a scenario in which I would need to prove that I bought a doughnut. Some skeptical friend... don’t even act like I didn't buy a doughnut, I've got the documentation right here. Oh wait, it's back home in the file... under "D", for doughnut.
I rent a lot of cars, y'know, cuz I go on the road. I rent cars. And when I drive a rental car I don't know what's going on with it, right? So a lot of time I drive, like, for 10 miles with the emergency brake on. That doesn't say a lot for me, but it really doesn't say a lot for the emergency brake. It's really not an emergency brake, it's an emergency make-the-car-smell-funny lever.
Y'know, you can't please all the people all the time... and last night, all those people were at my show.

I had a bag of Fritos. They were Texas Grilled Fritos. These Fritos had grill marks on them. Hell yeah. Reminds me of summer time, when we used to fire up the barbeque and throw down some Fritos. I can still see my dad with the apron on. 'Better flip that Frito, Dad. You know how I like mine.
I like cinnamon rolls. That's why I wish they made, like, a cinnamon roll incense. 'Cause I don't always have time to make a pan. Perhaps I'd rather light a stick, and have my roommates wake up with false hopes.
I like vending machines, because snacks are better when they fall. If I buy a candy bar at the store oftentimes I will drop it, so that it achieves its maximum flavor potential.
I opened up a container of yogurt, and under the lid it said "Please Try Again" because they were having a contest I was unaware of. But I thought I might have opened the yogurt wrong, or maybe Yoplait was trying to inspire me. 'C'mon, Mitchell, don't give up. Please try again. A message of inspiration from your friends at Yoplait. Fruit on the bottom, hope on top.'
I think foosball is a combination of soccer and shish kabobs.
I think pickles are cucumbers that sold out. They sold their soul to the devil, and the devil is dill.
I think Pringles' initial intention was to make tennis balls. But on the day that the rubber was supposed to show up, a big truckload of potatoes arrived. But Pringles was a laid-back company. They said "Fuck it. Cut 'em up."
I saw a six pack of soda-pop for $1.20. That price fucks with your head, man. Because then I thought that I would start selling soda-pop. Suddenly I got things of pop with me. "What's going on, Mitch?" "Not much, looking to buy some pop? Fifty cents a can. It's not refrigerated because this is a half-assed commitment."
If carrots got you drunk, rabbits would be fucked up.
That would be cool if you could eat a good food with a bad food and the good food would cover for the bad food when it got to your stomach. Like, you could eat a carrot with an onion ring and they would travel down to your stomach, then they would get there, and the carrot would say, "It's cool, he's with me."
You know they call corn on the cob, corn on the cob, but that's how it comes out of the ground, man. They should call that corn, they should call every other version corn off the cob. It's not like if you cut off my arm you would call it Mitch. Then reattach it and call me Mitch-all-together...
I like swiss cheese. It's the only cheese you can draw with a pencil and identify.
(After replugging in his microphone) I hate puzzles.

He died the other day. At 37. Not 27, but pretty close. I think he died of drugs. Like Bob Dylan. I'm outta heeeeeaaaare.

If I could go back to college, why I'd...

I could go back to college. I might.
If I did, I would try to "Glom on" better to the people who I think are really smart and talented. Of course, sometimes the ones that surprise you, that are not so obviously and instantly recognized as smart and talented end up being the ones that make movies with alexander payne. And others just hang on forever to college life because they can be as creative and talented as they want without having to work that hard at it. I am most jealous of these folks. Some of them work really hard and go to New York and actually work fairly steadily in the Bidness and meet smart and talented greek girls to marry. Still others just get married and leave it at that. My point is, what the hell am I doing here??????? I need to start a commune or a cult and surround myself with people I like and then brainwash them into never leaving to start their own real lives. Who's with me? I'll get you into heaven.

In retrospect, I didn't work hard enough. Or at all. But anyone could've told you that about me a long time ago.

What about more student loans? I could do that. More student loans and insurance through the state. They could support my ass while I better myself. Just because you are poor and old and have diabetes doesn't mean you don't deserve a 2nd chance at a decent education and job, right? right?

Happy Birthday, Brother! Happy Rising from the Dead, Jesus!

Well, I got through the opening of my show, The Boy Who Talks to Whales. The opening was a little less than stellar. Not a big audience on any of the nights. My parents and grandma came yesterday and they seemed to like it. At least, that's what they told me. My brother's boss at the Ashland Daily Tidings wrote a really stinky review. The review wasn't really bad for the show, just not written very well. I'd link to it but it isn't on their website. My biggest problem is that it only mentions 3 people from the show by name and that is a big no no for theater reviews. He even goes so far as to say that one scene is the strongest and best scene but fails to mention the guy in that scene who pulls the whole thing off hilariously. And he failed to mention the name of his reporter's sister, which I think defeats the whole purpose of living in a small town and having a brother who works for a newspaper.

My new play, Judgement at Nuremberg, has had a read through and will start with real rehearsals next Saturday. The cast has been emailing back and forth information and thoughts and good references regarding the holocaust and the trials, etc. It is kinda neat. I think all plays should do this with their cast and crew because it gets you thinking before you just have to jump into memorizing lines and blocking.

My friend from Humboldt State, Andy Rydzewski, sent me a DVD he made this last Christmas for his friends and family on the east coast, and some on the west coast. It was pretty funny, parts of it. One too many jokes about weed and getting high, but other than that, pretty funny. It made me feel a wave of nostalgia for humboldt county and I'm thinking of going over to visit maybe in may when I'm done with Nuremberg. I don't know if I still know very many people over there but it would be nice just to visit the town and campus and the ocean again. It looked so magical and wonderful on the dvd. I wish I could send it to all my humboldt friends pre-rydzewski. Like Steve (who has a man-crush on andy) and justin and alicia, etc. Actually, I might be able to do that now with my brothers new computer. His friend sold it to him and it has all this crap on it that I'm not even sure what it is all for but I wonder if it can burn dvdemups.... hmmm.....

April showers bring May flowers. Happy April Fools day, if I don't post until after then. Which is entirely possible.

Hey, you have a white crow on your head. April Fools!

It's been a long, long.... long time.

I have been soooo busy lately. I just have a few unmentionables to mention. Firstly, I saw Shaun of the Dead this last weekend and it is a fun movie and I recommend it.
A#2 is that my big musical opens next week and the show is coming together nicely, thank you very much. I am having more fun with this show than I've had in a long time doing this theater this crap. In fact, I'm having a WHALE of a time. The show opens next week and we have 4 weekends of performances during which I'll have started rehearsing for judgment at Nuremberg. I don't know if I mentioned here that I'll be doing that next and it opens in may and runs for 4 or 5 weekends. The first rehearsal for that is this next Sunday the 20th. So I don't have time for the likes you, my dear readers. Did anyone read any of the Oz books? Frank L. Baum would always have a letter to his readers in the beginning the book that would kind of update them on the comings and goings of the Ozians. I always thought that was really nice.
My dad turned 60 yesterday and my brother will turn 38 in a couple weeks. Babies are going to be born soon and in april my grandmother and mother will be turning 60 and 87 but not necessarily in that order. In July I'll be turning 27 which is the age of so many rock star deaths. I was hoping someone could tell me who all died at 27 because I was trying to remember the other day when I was talking to my parents about getting older.

I've been missing american idol and lost every week but I usually get home in time to watch the last half hour of House. This is a doctor show. It is worth checking out because the guy who plays house is awsome.

I've been playing X-Men on my gamecube and I think it is stupid.

My brother got a computer so we should be getting internet access soon and I'll be able to get on line at home. Oh happy day.

My little nephew jack is still very cute.

Coerced Post

My sister thinks I owe her a post once a week. I disagree. I really don't have anything to say so I'll just have to make something up to talk about. Hmmm...How about music I like? Or movies I like. Or books. I could make a list of things I like but that is something marigold would do and I would feel like I was ripping her off. I guess I could just rip her off completely and write a letter to my 16 year old self that would make my sister cry but I honestly don't think my 16 year old self would be surprised at all at where I am today. Well, maybe my 16 year old self would be but not my 17 year old self. She wouldn't be surprised in the least. I could write a letter to my 6 year old self that would be all about not being a ballerina and about how yreka really isn't the greatest place on earth and that the wicked witch is not coming to get me but still, that's not that different from me writing a letter to myself now. I would say that I am sorry I don't have a dog and that I'm sorry I never really learned how to swim.

I could make a list of things I hate but I think I did that a couple weeks ago and I don't have much to add. I will say that I love survivor, lost, and american idol. I live for little else.