The good news was, I had my helper – who crawled over on his own volition to see what daddy was doing:

This morning, I woke up and smelled a faint smell of gas.  After poking my nose around, I found the source – the pipe next to the oven.  This same pipe had a leak about 4 years ago when I had overnight company visiting from my home town.  (It’s always heartening to company to walk into a house with a gas leak in it and know they are staying the night.)  Thankfully, the gas company has people on call 24/7 for fixing such issues – and they were called.  Now, the same spot is leaking again.  Argh!

I’m convinced that whatever crackpot plumber they got to plumb this house when it was built was high on PCP or something.  *Sigh*  The joys of home ownership!

I didn’t realize other people wondered about that too!

Did we decorate our house?  No.

Did we dress up?  No.

Did we have to give away some of the good candy?  Yes. (But I saved most of the Kit Kats)

Did we have any teenagers come and take candy by the handfuls and put it in their pillowcase?  No.

We turned off the light at 9:15, watched the game through the top of the 6th inning, and went to bed.  (Without setting our clocks back, nor informing the sun to not come and wake us up as if it were Standard Time, rather than daylight savings time.  But I won’t complain about that, since the extra hour has allowed to me to catch up on blogs and write this blog.)

I hate baseball.

I know hate is a strong word, but I really don’t like it a lot.  It’s SOOO long and boring.  Moreover, it is NASTY!  Does everyone in Baseball have some kind of mouth problem where they have to spit every five seconds?  Especially when the camera is on them?  I realize this is from a long history of chewing tobacco, but even those who don’t chew anymore still find necessary to spit every few seconds.

Spitting in high def is extra nasty, too.  And so are the nose hairs hanging out of the team manager’s nose that you can also see in high def.  I’m now starting a campaign to revert MLB to standard def coverage.  If you would like to join me on this, please enter your credentials in the comments area.

1. Supporting my wife.
2. Seminary

My wife is substitute teaching our church’s early morning seminary class for a week while the regular teacher is away on vacation.

For the benefit of my non-LDS readers, seminary is a program where reluctant youth are pulled from their beds at some terrible hour of the morning to go over to the church (or someone’s house) to read and dicsuss scriptures together.  It’s like early morning bible study for teenagers.

Now, seminary is proof of two things:

1. Parents the world over still have the power to make their kids do stuff they wouldn’t otherwise do, like get up at 5:45am to read the Bible.
2. Not all teenagers are as dumb as we think.  Some of these guys are actually super-motivated and want to be here.

I grew up in Utah which, in the opinion of Mormons who didn’t grow up there, is somehow inferior because seminary is often offered during the school day, across the street from most high schools where a sufficient concentration of LDS students attend.  I can’t tell you how many times I was branded a Mormon-of-convenience just because I was able to forego the 5:45am seminary for something a little closer to 10am.

I’ll admit, my friends who had to brave early morning probably sacrificed more than I did to attend, and certainly our overall seminary experience was quite different (for starters, I was awake for a good % of mine), but I guess I should hesitate in calling one better than the other.  (Probably because theirs was better than mine.)

So… in order to soften the blow, I got up with my wife today and baked cinnamon rolls for the kids, something I didn’t have to do, but something I hope can make up for the years I enjoyed the benefit of non-early-morning seminary.

YUM!

Fast forward to 1950. The post-war baby boom is in full swing, and people are looking for jobs and the American dream. Again, California booms with population growth. California becomes the new ideal: driving along the coastal highway, or perhaps even a brand new shiny interstate highway – with speed limits in the 50mph range – in your beautiful new Ford, Mercury, Pontiac, or Buick convertible.

Fast forward to the late 1990′s. Internet entrepreneurs start gathering in critical mass in the Bay area. The internet is taking off like crazy and start-up fever is taking hold of the population, creating a new breed of billionaires: internet entrepreneurs. The explosion of the web creates instant and huge demand for programmers, marketeers, and support and operations specialists. An entirely new industry is booming (something we hadn’t seen for almost a century), and California was at the center of that boom.

A decade later, it seems like the perennial story for California continues to be that it’s burning down. In fact, with each burning summer I wonder if there is any part of California that has yet to be burned at least once?

Throw in the earthquakes, landslides, and possible pacific tsunami, and what kind of place is California, really?

Just as my sister-in-law once stated: you pay for every ray of sunshine you get here.

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 20 people you like and include me (presuming I’m someone you like). You can’t use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It’s a lot harder than you think! Repost as “my life according to (band name)”

My Life According to U2

Are you a male or female: Drowning Man

(only song with a reference to Male in the title)

Describe yourself: I Threw a Brick Through a Window

(I’m always instigating others)

How do you feel: Is That All?

(I’m never quite satisfied.  Always looking for the next thing.  Was going to write “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For”, but I realized that I mostly have…)

Describe where you currently live: Stranger in a Strange Land

(I’m not from here, but I feel like I belong.)

If you could go anywhere, where would you go: In God’s Country

(Interpret this how you will…)

Your favorite form of transportation: Running to Stand Still

(I just thought this was tragically poetic)

Your best friend: Desire

(Without desire, I never get anything done.)

You and your best friends are: Where the Streets Have No Names

(This was just poetic, but has no real meaning)

What’s the weather like: Beautiful Day

(A little hot, but nonetheless…)

Favorite time of day: Another Time, Another Place

(Again with my dissatisfaction with all things present.  Someone needs to teach me to to be content.)

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: Out of Control

(Self-explanatory)

What is life to you: Sometimes You Can’t Make it On Your Own

(Basically… life is just better with other people to share it with)

Your relationship: All I Want is You

(Yup… that’s for you A2)

Your fear: I Fall Down

(It sucks to fall down.)

Thought for the Day: Who’s Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses

(Inside Joke)

How I would like to die: Miracle Drug

(It was between this and “Daddy’s Gonna Pay for Your Crashed Car”, but I thought dying chemically would be less traumatic.)

My soul’s present condition: One Step Closer

(All we can ask is to be one step closer, one step better, every day)

My motto: Some Days Are Better than Others

(Life’s gonna suck some days, so just get used to that idea and you’ll save yourself a little disappointment)

• “The Customer is Always Right”
• “We sell for less”
• “Where’s the beef?”

Well, I’m here to inform you that there’s a new strategy out there.  It must be due to the recent recession, so I’m calling it Recession Strategy 09 or RS09 for short.  It appears to be: “We pay you to shop here!”

Three examples from this past weekend:

We went to Cinemark to see the new Harry Potter movie on Thursday.  We had just come from dinner, so no appetite for popcorn or drinks… we just sat down to enjoy the 30 minutes of previews before the show.  As the exposition was just coming to an end and the train was on its way to Hogwarts, the power in the entire cineplex went out.

We waited patiently for about 15 minutes, but when we caught wind that a transformer had blown, we decided to get our money back and leave.  I will give Cinemark credit… they tried to push what was best for them on us first… they were pushing the “rain check” option.  My dad explained that they were from out of town and wouldn’t be visiting a Cinemark anytime soon.  The girl emerged from the out-of-order box office with $50 cash – $5 more than what we paid for the tickets!  We got paid $5 for sitting through the previews and first half-hour of Harry Potter!

A2 and I went to DSW Shoes on Saturday to return a pair of shoes she didn’t want.  We had also received a coupon in the mail (rewards for buying the last pair of shoes), so we took that coupon in to shop as well.  A2 bought a new pair of shoes, returned the old pair, and used the $10 coupon.  Net cost +$8.  Seriously… they paid us $8 to carry that pair of shoes out of their store!

Later that day we went to Target.  A new Super Target has recently opened near us, and we have gotten several coupons in the mail as promotions for the grand opening.  We took one of the $5 coupons with us to shop.  When we went to check out, I place the coupon on the check-writing shelf, but the checker forgot to scan it before applying the total to my debit card.  Rather than handing the coupon back to me, she simply scanned it as a new transaction and took a crisp $5 bill from the register and handed it to me.  I felt $5 richer!

Is this a coincidence, or is there some kind of market research which says that leaving an establishment with cash in your hands is a great loyalty winner?  I’m not talking about discounts, I’m talking about taking cash out of the till and putting it in your hot little hand — making literal the old car salesman’s “Cash Back” slogan.

I’ve never understood retail, but I do have a sense that retail is absolutely bonkers.  How many convoluted ways can you get consumers out there to spend money?  Where else is brand popularity worth more than profits?

Only in retail is being #1 is more important than making money!

That means he’ll be released in 2139.

Somehow, I just don’t think the aged man will make it that long…

Maybe we should change how we punish our white collar criminals in this country…  Just think: how many of the most brilliant, creative minds are relegated to regimented recreation time, laundry duty, and Wopner/Jeopardy time?  Is the best use of their time allowing them to watch time pass by the nightly aging of Pat Sajak?  Perhaps we should sentence them to being hall monitors at elementary schools or something… I’m sure we could utilize their talents much more in society rather than letting them waste away behind bars.

Apparently, my host, FSCKVPS, had a huge data center meltdown sometime Sunday afternoon/evening.  Apparently, a hacker broke into their system, and started wiping out entire swaths of data.  I was further terrified to note that, because this is a value do-it-yourself kind of host, they don’t keep individual backups, only system snapshots.

So by noon, I was starting to get very antsy… did I lose all my data?  The only backup I had was over a month old, and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing my blogs and a bunch of other critical work that I had saved on the system…

Then, voila!  They had my system back up and my data was intact.  Thankfully, mine was one of the few nodes that had not been wiped by the hack.  Hallelujah!  Miracle of miracles!   Somebody upstair was looking out for my sanity!

WhiteEyebrows is back!!!

They haven’t.

Apparently, the  hype has sent some people and governments into fits of stupidity.  The Egyptians ordered the slaughter of all pigs in their country, even though the disease is not spread amongst pigs, and the Chinese have quarantined all Mexicans into a shipping container (and, no doubt, sending it straight for the USA).

The question is: How stupid can the humans get?  What will be the next casualty of human dignity derived from the swine flu pandemic?  Will there be a monitor going up and down the aisles of work listening for sneezes or feeling for fevers?  Will we order all bacon recalled (and sent to the Ricks Family Reunion)?

Yes, it appears a true a-PORK-alypse is upon us!

I didn’t hear about this in Sunday School yesterday, so it must not be the same one spoken of in the Bible.  But… just to be safe, I’m getting a gun and my food storage and moving into our emergency bunker for the next 2 weeks.

If someone needs me, we will only be opening the hermetically sealed door for “shave-and-a-haircut” knocks.

Adieu.

Yes, we wanted a spice rack.  We registered for a spice rack. But I’m not sure I was fully prepared for the disappointment the spice rack would be in my life.

As I set out our new spice rack on the kitchen counter this morning, I carefully un-boxed and placed each of the 20 bottles of spices into the shiny, chrome lazy suzan stand.  As I placed them in, I considered… “should I group them by alphabet or by most common usage…”

As I was considering this challenging question, I started to notice a disturbing trend.  There were absolutely NO bottles of spice in this set that I actually use!  For reals?!?!  Where was the garlic powder, garlic salt, paprika, sage, and cayenne pepper?  Salt and pepper, anyone?

Now there was parsley, oregano, rosemary, bay leaves, and thyme: spices at which I am not proficient but which I would like to learn about.   But other than that, there were 15 other completely useless spices to me, some which I’d never even heard of and others which I certainly will never use.

Then there was the useless “Pizza Seasoning” jar.  Great.  Now I have a spice that I’ll actually use (if I ever get around to making that yummy homemade pizza dough I saw on America’s Test Kitchen), but what if I like it?!  In no time it will be used up, and then where will I get more of this proprietary “Pizza Seasoning?”  I will, undoubtedly, have to go buy another whole spice rack by this manufacturer to get the same blend of scrumptious flavors!  I object! And what if I hate it? I will then have to empty the jar, relabel it “Salt” and then have a ghetto spice rack that just couldn’t do the job in the first place?

Rude.

Spice rack makers of the world, are you listening? Make me a spice rack with the proportional sizes and quanities of spices that I actually will use… Thank you!

So the sad news is that I thought by having a spice rack I would be able to at least parially declutter my spice cabinet, but now it looks like I will be returing to the use of the spice cabinet for my oft turned to everyday spices, and using this new shiny spice rack for little more than an advertisment of my cooking prowess.

Yes, mother.  My kitchen is no longer a “show kitchen.”

This is a photo that a friend took on his trip to China.  They dry egg yolks.  Not sure what they do with them once they are dry, though.  I have a sneaky suspicion they either eat them, or throw them at each other.

That being said, here we go…

Something has been irking me lately, and I haven’t had the wherewithal to sit down and actually write through it, so here I go…

Voyeurism at its Best

I read a blog a while ago that disturbed me.  It was a blog by a LDS woman who has a GRUNDLE of readers.  I’m talking comments by the 1000′s.  The top story when I visited was a “secrets” post where commenters would reply anonymously with their deepest, darkest secrets.

As I read through a few of them, I was deeply disturbed.  These were soul-destroying, life-altering, family-betraying things that people were just causally posting on the wide open internet, all served up with a hefty dose of guilt, shame, and a follow-on promise to never tell anyone and let the problem perpetuate.

Then I start to think of the people involved in this – your friends and neighbors.  The ones who drive your kid’s carpool, coach their basketball team, and teach the Sunday School lesson on Sunday.  In their off time, they retreat to the supposed anonymity of the internet and air their dirty laundry for all the world to see.

Things like this have gone on ever since Crazy Uncle Albie invented the internet, but I have only recently seen it hit a new level and availability with the ‘Mommy Blogs.’

So let’s have a chat… about what a blog is, why people blog, and what bugs me about some bloggers.

Navel Gazing

Navel gazing is a fun hobby.  Navel gazing is examining something (usually involving yourself or your own life) which is absolutely irrelevant to anything.  Navel gazing is the fascination with the useless and uninteresting.  In a certain sense, it’s the definition of this blog and most blogs out there.  I mean, you can only write so long before your writing about the same aspects of your life and personality over and over again.  Life is really only slightly interesting for most of us – most of us have pretty mundane, run-of-the-mill lives.

‘Mommy Blogs’ are also navel gazers, but to a stronger degree.  Some have fun, interesting content.  Some of the stories literally have me falling out of my chair with laughter.  But by and large, most of them are boring rehashes or useless diatribes on some irrelevant detail of their mundane personal life (and of course, throw in a picture of a kid).

This is absolutely fine if your audience is your family, your friends, and those who you expect to care about such things.  No sweat!  I’m not bashing you (see prologue).

I am bashing on those bloggers who write out about the most mundane, uninteresting, unoriginal things, who give no original thought or perspective to their life, and expect to (and in some cases become) incredibly popular and widely read.

See, some of them actually think other Mommies are interested in and care what they write about – but honestly, many don’t.  Mostly, they are out there looking for the proverbial scratch-on-the-back telling them how cute they (or their kids) are… which leads me to comments…

i wuz here

When I was in elementary school, I remember it suddenly becoming popular to write ‘i wuz here’ everywhere you went; on the chalkboard, scratched into the desk, in the sandbox at recess… everywhere.  We were young, budding graffiti artists!

I love commenting on blogs.  Mostly, because I enjoy saying something unexpected or in some other way adding to the conversation that the blogger started. Sadly, most comments I read on Mommy blogs contain hundreds of fun-but-meaningless comments. They just as well could have written ‘i wuz here’.

Really, that’s what they really want… Ok.. we… I’ll include myself here.  That’s what we really want.  We just want to know someone is out there and listening.  If you don’t have anything useful to say, but want to them to know you care and you read, then just post ‘i wuz here.’  It’ll be our new little thing, k?

Are You Just a Trail Horse?

To illustrate my point further about the blogging popularity contest, I’ll tell you about horses.  I’m no equestrian expert, so I grossly lump the horses I have known into three different types of horse categories: trail horses, wild horses, and ‘awesome’ horses.

Trail horses are completely useless to me.  They simply stick their nose up the rear end of the horse in front of them and walk in a line.  Don’t even try to get them to go anywhere else or do anything else.  They have no free spirit and have been trained and ‘broken’ beyond repair.  They are a total bore to ride.

Then there’s the wild horse – the ones who not even experienced cowboys will attempt to ride.  These horses are incredibly spirited, but also absolutely useless.  You can’t approach them, use them, or get anything but a toddler-like tantrum out of them.  I run away from them.  They’re bigger than me and have no qualms with trampling me.

Then there’s the “awesome” horses.  I call these awesome horses because they’re spirited, powerful and independent, but still obedient to their rider.  These horses make decisions themselves about the terrain and speed, but bend to the suggestions of the bit and the spur when pressure is applied.

The pantheon of Mommy Blogs I was referring to before, are largely just a huge a boring trail horse ride – each one with its nose up the one in front of them, dragging along merrily.  They are blissfully unaware of their lack of originality, and don’t seem to understand that they are reading the same thing as they are writing all day long – over and over again.  They depend on each other for their direction, speed, power, and energy.  They think they’re having a good time, but are completely unaware of the possibilities around them, and their own power as a horse.

So I really just shake my head at those bloggers who go on a blog popularity binge, amassing thousands of eBFF’s, and pretending that they are something amazing gift to the blogosphere, when all they have done is jumped in the trail horse line with 1000 trail horses behind them and 1000 ahead of them.

The Conclusion

Be an “awesome” horse: spirited, original, independent, willing to really let loose and show your personality on your blog. Be yourself, and enjoy blogging for what it is.  Blog for yourself and those who really know and love you (in real life), and don’t expect to become some overnight internet sensation.  (Lessons I have learned, yo.)

We all blog for different reasons, and I suspect that long after no one reads this blog anymore, I’ll still keep blogging just to hear myself speak.

Because I’m just that crazy.

LAST SHOW ADDED TO YOUR RESUME:
Divas Concert (I was not a diva, though – I stage managed them.)

LAST SHOW YOU AUDITIONED FOR:
I can’t remember… I don’t think I’ve auditioned for something since college.

DID YOU GET IT?
I got every role I auditioned for… ha ha ha.  But honestly, since I studied directing I have an acute awareness of what I am/am not cast-able as.  So I only audition if I (as the director) would actually cast myself in the role.

LAST SONG/MONOLOGUE YOU USED AT AN AUDITION:
I have no recollection.

FAVORITE MUSICAL(s):
Fantasticks (so simple and poetic), Ragtime (one of the last great musicals of the old tradition), Once Upon a Mattress (farce is fun – and it has sentimental value), Sweeney Todd (still want to direct this one some day), Into the Woods (who cares if Sondheim is wordy and didactic.  I love him!)

FAVORITE PLAY(s):
Hmm… the only one that comes to mind is Bridge and Tunnel, the one woman show that Sarah Jones did a few years ago on Broadway.  Last play I saw that I truely loved.

FAVORITE ROLE YOU’VE PLAYED, AND FROM WHAT SHOW?
Every role I have ever played I’ve wanted to do over based on the experience I’ve had since.  Therefore, I resent every role I ever played.

FAVORITE ROLE OVERALL THAT I WOULD LOVE TO PLAY:
Don Quixote/Man of La Mancha, El Gallo/Fantasticks

SUPERSTITION:
I don’t believe many of those theatre superstitions.  But I try to respect those who do… even if they are nuts. I do believe that a good visualization/walk through yields incredible results.

YOUR GOAL IN SHOW BUSINESS:
Have fun and get the audience to their feet.

FAVORITE DIRECTOR YOU HAVE EVER WORKED WITH:
As a stage manager, I had to maintain impeccable relationships with every director I worked with – so I genuniely tried to find the good in each one.  But there were drawbacks and blind spots in each one as well.  (All directors have them)  I will always have a soft spot for my high school drama director, Mike Eaton.  I will also take this opportunity to say that my least favorite director was someone who was an ‘aural’ learner.  In other words, he had to talk through everything.  He wasn’t visual at all – just aural.  So every communication with him was a total verbailzation of every detail of everything.  Tedious and tiresome!

WHAT WAS YOUR VERY FIRST SHOW?
Well, I think I was in the church christmas play as a baby and toddler, but the first real show was when I was 12 years old.  I was “Soy Bean” in California-Run-Around – a loosely constructed musical review – that was done at a local community theatre.  I had a solo “Somewhere Out There” with Angels as backup singers.  I’d give my right leg to get my hands on a copy of that show.

HAVE YOU EVER HAD A DANCE SOLO?
I am a horrible dancer.  In fact, I was supposed to do a solo soft shoe as I sang my solo in Once Upon a Mattress, and the choreographer quickly gave up on me when she realized I basically didnt’ know my right foot from left and couldn’t count to 8.

HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SINGING SOLO?
Yes.  A long time ago.  I haven’t had a solo in a show for years and years.

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN THE LAST PERSON TO TAKE A BOW?
Nope, but I have been the one who stole the crowd’s roar before the final bow.    And I’m totally OK with that.

But I’ve never taken the final bow — unless you consider my ‘bow’ the fact that all the actors lived through the show, were clothed, lit, and heard throughout, and made it on to take their bow, then yes – I get the last bow every time! (Ah, the thankless work of a Stage Manager)

HAVE YOU BEEN TO NEW YORK?
Yes.  The real quesition is how long has it been since I’ve been to NYC, and the answer is… TOO LONG!  Two years.

HAVE YOU BEEN TO LA?
Yes, and LA is trash.

WHAT’S THE SCARIEST PART OF AN AUDITION?
Being on the actor side of the table.  Being on the director side of the table is fun.

WHAT’S THE BEST PART OF AN AUDITION?
When they are over.  Also it’s kind of fun to audition really really bad actors.

NAME A SHOW YOU WOULD NEVER DO AGAIN:
I’ve always been a horrible memorizer.. so I seem to recall making it through several shows where I had to go offstage after each scene to consult my script as to my next lines/scene.  Usually if we skip pages of dialogue in a play, it was my fault.  Those are the ones I’d never do again.

NAME A SHOW YOU COULD DO FOR YEARS:
None of them.  I get tired of a show very easily.

WHAT ARE YOU AUDITIONING FOR NEXT?
Nothing.  I should be a in a show, huh.  Too bad I have my union card is a huge limitation for me as an actor.  (When you’re a member of the union, you can’t work on non-union shows – so my options are very limited)

DO YOU KEEP IN TOUCH WITH PAST CAST MEMBERS?
No.  There are just too many.

ON A SCALE OF 1-10, HOW IMPORTANT IS GETTING PAID?
Well, since I have other sources of income, the money isn’t super-important anymore.  I still say being paid is very important because 1) it signals the seriousness of the company in hiring good actors and stage managers 2) it obligates people more – they become employees who perform a function for reenmueration.  I can’t tell you how frustrating it is as an actor, director, and stage manager to deal with someone who isn’t being paid (or who feels like their grossly underpaid) who walk around with a chip on their shoulder, feeling like they’re doing everyone else a favor by being there.

SOMETHING EMBARRASSING OR UNEXPECTED THAT HAPPENED TO YOU WHILE ON STAGE?
Chasing a pooping horse around.  Having to run out and grab scenery that is about to fly off the stage toward audience members.  Doing a scene with my zipper down.  Having my fake moustache come off halfway through the play – while on stage in my final scene – because of profuse sweating and really poor toupe tape.

WHO IS THE MOST DIFFICULT PERSON (ON STAGE OR OFF) THAT YOU HAVE EVER WORKED WITH?
I have worked with a plethora of awful actors.  The best actors in the world understand that it’s a JOB.  They come to work, do their work, and go home.  The bad/difficult ones are the ones who waste all of your time (as a manager) with their little teenager games.  He said/she said.  He bit me.  She hit me.  He dropped me.

WHAT IS YOUR ONSTAGE PET PEEVE?
Actors who don’t look at you when they’re talking to you.  People who are just ‘phoneing it in’ during a long run.

WHAT IS YOUR BACKSTAGE PET PEEVE?
Talking, people who are in the way, people who hang out in the wings, people to take pictures from the wings, people who are clueless as to what is happening out there, people who forget there are live people on the other side of that fourth wall.

EVER BEEN NAKED ONSTAGE? WOULD YOU?
Hell no, and hell no.  My mother might be in the audience!

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN KILLED?
No.  Not in real life or on stage.

BEEN DRUNK?
Only comically. Not for seriousness.

PLAYED SOMEONE HALF YOUR AGE?
No.

PLAYED SOMEONE TWICE YOUR AGE?
Yes!  All the time.  In HS and college I only played fathers and old men.  I guess I have some kind of gravitas… either that or I’ve always been the biggest/more believable of my peers.

CRIED?
No.  Crying is for sissies.

FIRED A GUN?
No.  But I’ve prepared many a gun to be fired.

BEEN DRENCHED?
Yes… outdoor theater at it’s finest – torrential rainstorms!

BEEN IN A DREAM SEQUENCE?
My life is a dream sequence.

BEEN KISSED?
I try to work a kiss into every role I have.  Just to keep things fresh.  Sometimes, onstage, I just throw one in where I feel it’s necessary.  I’ve thrown many an actress off with that tactic.  Sometimes it can be hard if you’re in an all-male cast, but you have to do what you have to do for the art!  (just kidding…)