Der painty pen is der way of der future...

O ja, viele dinge fur Deutschen stereotypescen in meine neue sketch.

Anyway, as the next Kaffee Haus lunges toward us at a rip-roaring speed, I find myself somewhat prepared. Shiraz came over the other day to do a last ditch blocking/read through session, which yielded some rewrites, but nothing too substantial. It shall be grand...

Also, thinking of writing a parallel to the American Indian story, in suburban home dramatic form. The resident family whose house is invaded by strange people shall be called "Savage." (This nomenclature does not reflect any personal opinions, but rather wishes to mock those of others, past and present.)

I have a bloody string of rehearsals for orchestra in the next few days... I wouldn't mind so much, if I actually got to play a bally-hoo instrument.

Triumph on all fronts what what by Jingo

It's been such a shmeee couple of days...

First off, I uh, well I... ya see... WON THE PLAYWRIGHTS COMPETITION! BOOYAKASHA!
Yesindeed, Revenge in the Countryside is now going to the big time ("big time" here meaning small high-school community theater space). It's probably quite clear that, even though a few days have passed in which to get over myself, I still haven't.

O happy self congratulation! *Pats own back repeatedly until shirt catches fire*

But really, I mean, how could they not pick it with such immortal lines like: "You should condemn him and his lying, fiery pants!"

Then, after (or rather in the middle of the allotted time for) drama, some silly theater-minded folk assembled at our espacio for auditiones.

Just like last year really, only this year... well, you git the picture.

We were all saddled with some idiotic scenes (barring mine of course). In spite of my myriad of somewhat repulsave idiosyncrasies, Hannah volunteered to fake audition with me. (Hankie baby...) We played two eldery oldsters meeting for the first time after 55 years. The script was terrible, so was I...

I've started reading the Jew of Malta. *Wonder of wonders* it's not actually a bad play, obvious stuff aside. It'd be fun to put it on. Verily, 'twould cause a singular ruckus.

Shame, shame, double shame

That's basically it man. All my side-chatting, dumbass, unwarrented dissention. I really do feel bad.

But oh well. What can one do but do better next time?

After class, I walked, mailman style, all round downtown with Meara. Why do I do these things? Just typical, irrational male behavior I suppose. The "follower strategy," as some in the scientific community might call it. Hope I didn't freak her out too much.

Anyway, then I went home, watched some Bob Clampett cartoons, which were fantastic...

Oh, and I found out at sectionals this morning that I wouldn't even get to play my rather small bass drum part in the Mahler symphony. Nope, now I get, joy of joys, TAM TAM.

BLOODY STUPID EEJIT GAY RETARDED TAM TAM WITH ABOUT TEN BEATS IN THE WHOLE BLOODY PIECE.