Hello!
First of all, I owe seven people an apology. To readers of this blog, I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written or posted anything. This month has been a bit crazy for me and I have some big things coming my way. I’ll write soon about what these “things coming my way” may be… For now I’ll just be a jerk and not say anything.
Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for reading our little blog site as it—hopefully—grows and, again, I apologize for my absence. For now, though, I’ll quickly tell you what’s currently on my mind:
1. The shirt I’m wearing is a bit starchy. I don’t think I asked for it to be starched. In fact, I’m certain I asked for it not to be starched. I’ve never starched. I don’t know what goes into that process at the dry cleaners and I don’t really want to know. I often think about things that I need to try in life, things that I should experience. Getting my shirts “starched” at the dry cleaners isn’t one of them. Anyway, if this shirt is actually starched, if starch (again, whatever that process involves—is it like corn starch in food?) played a part in the washing of this shirt that I’m wearing, then it makes me never want to try it again.
It goes without saying that I’m going to go completely ballistic on that dry cleaner when I next pay a visit. Unacceptable.
2. Twitter was down for about ten minutes just a few moments again. I never thought I’d give a shit, but I actually did. In those ten minutes, sitting here in my office, I felt in need of links, some half-thought-out bits, some quick connections to other people however tenuous and silly.
3. When I eat a Cliff bar, or any of those kinds of energy bar-type things, I have absolutely no idea what I’m consuming. More than when I eat anything else, I really have no clue as to what ingredients I’m ingesting. It doesn’t resemble anything at all.
I think it’s soy. Or something like that.
4. I’m currently working on a little show at The Annoyance Theatre here in Chicago. It’s funny, the cast is great, and it’s really been my first experience writing/directing that kind of show. At that comedy theatre, like some others in Chicago, we often write through improvisation, and it was a great experience to be in the pilot seat during that process. Anyway, last night after the show, a friend of a friend in the show told us at the bar that watching it made him want to write something himself, something he hadn’t done before (he’s a film/TV music guy). I was just thinking about that again now. That that kind of compliment has to be one of the greatest. Because, for me, when I watch something that I think is actually good and funny—it’s then I want to do something myself.
5. Okay, that sounded self-congratulatory, and it is a little, but that’s not what I mean. First, of course, I only played a part in the thing anyway, along with everyone else in the show. But, also, I just mean to say it’s nice to hear that kind of thing because it provides you with a little affirmation that you’re doing work that actually is good… So, yeah, I guess that it is self-congratulatory. Whatever, alright?
