the proper response is not “bless you.”
Polaroid Stories gets a review
And, a plug for Eric’s show:
SLOW NIGHT AT MCLAUGHLIN’S
Marshall Ryan Maresca wrote and directed this play, which depicts a languid evening
at the Irish bar owned by the McLaughlins in Norville, New York, whose
quiet is disrupted by an unexpected visitor. Robert Berry, Eric
Peterson, and Jesse Wiles star as three estranged brothers who
struggle to calm the sea of tensions between them. Sep 16-Oct
9, Thu-Sat, 8pm, John Henry Faulk Living Theatre, 207 E.
Fourth. $12. 454-TIXS.
You can’t see it if you don’t live in Austin. Most of you don’t live in Austin. Well, maybe about fifty or so of you do, but the rest of you don’t. You don’t know what it’s like. You haven’t lived here, you don’t know. You can’t know. You just can’t.
it’s not glamourous
Here’s what I haven’t mentioned about Polaroid Stories yet: the set.
The set is a very large chain link fence that divides the playing area in half. Along the back of the set are three large ramps that go from low to high across the wall. They are about three to five feet in the air depending on which part of the incline you are looking at. Behind the audience on one side is a four and a half foot wall that you can climb up to run to the platform which is another four feet in the air. Have I mentioned I’m five foot two? At one point I have to jump off one platform, run around the fence over to the side of the audience with the wall, jump up the wall, run over to the platform, jump onto the platform (but keep my head down because I’d hit the ceiling) and then squat until I can break into a run along the entire wall of elevated three-foot wide platforms.
and living in squalor
This weekend Eric and I decided that no matter what happened we were going to spend part of the weekend shopping.
Which is exactly what we did.
and why i’m jealous of eric
So yesterday after saying how great Lillith was doing, she went right under the couch and hid there for a good portion of the afternoon. Eric came home for lunch, and she came out to see him and let him pet her. He left, she went under the couch.
The vet called to check on her and told me that I should try giving her tuna water. The only thing I can get her to do right now is drink every once in a while and eat a couple of bites. We talked about whether to bring her in again for a check up. The stress of going to the vet could kill her, so I’ll probably just keep giving verbal reports.
another weekend to remember
I made it.
I made it to Monday.
why weird al is almost a monk
Well, it looks like I’ll be uploading in the afternoons for a little while, like a few weeks. Most of you won’t even notice the change, but those of you who wait for ten a.m. central time every day to see a new Squishy, it may be a few hours later in the day.
or why i’m afraid of wallpaper
I got the part. Starting August 1st I will be rehearsing for Polaroid Stories at Hyde Park Theatre, playing one Skinhead Girl.
We are going to have a “dialogue” about what my hair will look like. So, for now, I’ll just keep wearing it long, hoping that I’ll get sick of its length in this heat by summer’s end.
why i probably shouldn’t audition
I had an audition yesterday. It’s interesting getting auditions from people who know you, or at least know of you, or are familiar with your work. It’s different than a cold audition. In a cold audition you walk in, the director listens to your monologue(s) and then looks you up and down and says, “Would you read for Sandra? She’s the alcoholic prostitute.”
And you think to yourself, “Do I look like an alcoholic prostitute, or was she so impressed that she just wants to see if I can also play an alcoholic prostitute?”
And you read for Sandra and you go home wondering what you could have done to make the director know that you’re talented.
through my amazing memory
There’s a part of my brain that is sectioned off to remember things that hold absolutely no value for me.
For some reason, periodically, since I was a child, I’ll be doing the most mundane thing, and my brain will say to me, “I’m going to remember this moment for the rest of my life.”
And I do.
and a doubt.
Did I mention that “We’re So Much Better Than Everyone Else” got reviewed?