this is going to be so much fun!

acting is strange. quite impossible to evaluate. it's all about taste. 10 different people will have 20 different opinions about your performance. and most of them will tell you. mostly unasked. as of today, screw you, I won't even politely nod and pretend to care. I'll just do it my way. with confidence.

g'night.

friday afternoon

that bloody cold has not surrendered yet, even though I tried pretty much everything. chicken soup, gallons of tea, vitamin c, fruit, aspirin and rest. nothing more I can do now but wait. crap. I have to work tonight, and I don't feel particularly comedic right now. plus, I cut my forehead last night, when I tried to play cool with a new butterfly knife the props people gave me for the fourth act. actually, not so cool. need to practise that. the cake I baked for a's birthday broke in two pieces, and I had to melt a lot of chocolate to cover up the cracks. next year, I'll hunt her a mammoth and paint her cave, man.

lovely life-lies

well. I just turned another year older, and find myself none the wiser. let's take a look at the top five of my inner bullshit:

5 killer abs and hollywood-veneers will make everyting in life easier
4 one day I will have both
3 assholes will be punished by karma one day
2 I on the other hand will be rewarded for being the smartass I am
1 one day the universe will make sense

cannot seem to rid myself of those yet, probably never.
oh, crap.

today's realization

"bring on the admiral" they cried
"for he will tell us what to do"
the old man though had early died
and lost was since the only clue

a coward was he, I believe
a craven, crafty liar
the clue could never be retrieved
entombed beneath the briar

truth was revealed when flowers bloomed
upon the thorned thicket
all ignorant and idly doomed
to prove the vast and wicked:

no clue the admiral had had
not now, not then, not ever
he knew the universe was mad
and dared to tell us never.