I suppose the header of this post could refer to a fun-filled summertime "scary movie" complete with vampires, monsters, and a snack of candy and popcorn.
How I wish it did.
Today in Texas, the bodies of a mother and her four children were found hanging in a mobile home. As in strangled to death. The one survivor was an 8-month-old infant. I can barely keep from crying as I think about it.
The news media are speculating that the case is a murder/suicide. This makes it even worse. Some mealy, self-pitying bitch hangs her children and then takes the cowardly way out by kiling herself. I have no doubt that there will be numerous attempts by psychiatrists and talking heads to explain how she was suffering from depression, or whatever. Allow me to call "bullshit" right now.
I suffer from depression. I probably spend at least 35 or 40 percent of my waking life either pretending to be happy or just trying not to be debilitatingly sad. Some days it's all I can do to get out of bed and not burst into tears for little or no reason. It hurts. It's very sad. My depression has cost me relationships, opportunities, and countless happy times that I could have enjoyed if I had not been curled up on my sofa sniffling.
HOWEVER, I have never once thought of harming anyone, much less a child...much less my own child...(not that I have kids, but you get the point.) I can only wonder how sweet, how trusting, how innocent those kids must have been, especially the 8-month-old who could only smile and make baby noises when her "mother" picked her up and wrapped a rope around her neck. God, it makes me want to vomit.
Those who know me know that I am a proud liberal. I think our jails are ridiculously overcrowded, and I believe that minor (non-violent) crimes can usually be handled outside the penal system. I think the death penalty is barbaric, and that even prisoners deserve humane treatment.. That said, I still wish that scum-sucking pig of a woman had lived so that she could be beaten, abused, gang-raped and eventually murdered in prison. Nothing that would be done to her could be half bad enough.
I am not proud of these thoughts, and perhaps as the immediacy of the event passes, so will some of the hatred in my guts. I doubt it.
If you are religious (and even if you aren't,) please pray for these poor, innocent children who had the misfortune to be born to a true waste of human life. I suppose if I truly lived my own religion, I would solicit prayers for the "mother" as well. That is, as the saying goes, "what Jesus would do."
I'm just not there yet.
FLT3
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
From the other side...a casualty.
I just read online that Jerry Falwell died today. While I rather enthusiastically disagreed with 99.999% of the bile he spewed on an almost daily basis, my immediate response was "oh that's awful." Aside from having been raised with manners, I have no idea why I said that. Obviously, his family and friends will be sad, as will a legion of right-wing extremist nutjobs, but I can't say that my daily life will really be affected.
The cleansing power of death is an interesting thing...earlier this year, Gerald Ford (who had been nothing more than a punchline for years) died at almost 100 years old. Although a slight nod to the Nixon pardon scandal was perfunctorally offered once or twice, the overall opinion of Ford seemed to be that he was a great statesman who made a difficult (but right) decision. It will be interesting to see if the mainstream deifies Falwell now.
Did I want to vomit at most of what he said? Absolutely. Do I think he will have "some 'splainin' to do" when he reaches the pearly gates? Without a doubt. (That whole hate-fueled bigotry thing you know, not to mention making millions in the name of God while ignoring that whole "love your fellow man" business...) HOWEVER, out of respect for the dead, I will say "so long Jerry." If nothing else, you were "to your own self true," and you gave those of us on the left a hell of a target. Requiem in terra pax.
FLT3
The cleansing power of death is an interesting thing...earlier this year, Gerald Ford (who had been nothing more than a punchline for years) died at almost 100 years old. Although a slight nod to the Nixon pardon scandal was perfunctorally offered once or twice, the overall opinion of Ford seemed to be that he was a great statesman who made a difficult (but right) decision. It will be interesting to see if the mainstream deifies Falwell now.
Did I want to vomit at most of what he said? Absolutely. Do I think he will have "some 'splainin' to do" when he reaches the pearly gates? Without a doubt. (That whole hate-fueled bigotry thing you know, not to mention making millions in the name of God while ignoring that whole "love your fellow man" business...) HOWEVER, out of respect for the dead, I will say "so long Jerry." If nothing else, you were "to your own self true," and you gave those of us on the left a hell of a target. Requiem in terra pax.
FLT3
Monday, May 07, 2007
An Ethical Dilemma
I had a very nice (non-contentious) conversation with my dad this morning, which prompted some self-reflection. I mentioned having contributed to PETA in the past, and he asked me if I actually agreed with everything the organization represents. I answered that yes, I do oppose animal testing and animal cruelty. He agreed, but brought up the issue of eating meat (which I do.) I also enjoy fishing, but had always assumed it was "ethical" as we always eat the fish we catch. I don't enjoy hunting, but I have always believed hunting to be morally acceptable if the meat is eaten. (I remember being taught at an early age that hunting solely for a "trophy" was the pinnacle of trashy, unsportsmanlike behavior.)
After reflecting (and visiting the PETA website,) I suppose I would have to re-examine my beliefs. As a carnivore (and a rather enthusiastic one at that) I definitely do not live up to the full teachings of PETA. I am reminded of a marvelous song from the Rex Harrison film, Dr. Doolittle. (I believe the title was "A Reluctant Vegetarian.") In the scene, Dr. Doolittle is telling a friend how he became a veteranarian/vegetarian:
"When I see my fellow men consuming sirloin steak,
And I find myself enjoying tea and Dundee cake,
There is only one conclusion I can make...
I'm a devoted vegetarian.
When my host at dinner offers succulent roast beef,
proudly I refuse it. People stare in disbelief.
Lost in admiration as I nibble on a leaf...
A very noted vegetarian.
I stay away from deviled ham on principle.
I wouldn't eat roast duckling if I could.
Willpower has made me invincible.
(My word, those sausages look good.)
(Doolittle notices that two rabbits have eaten his dinner)
Where's my dinner gone? Who's eaten it this time? It's bad enough to have to eat this muck in the first place! Just because I eat this instead of eating them, they think they can take advantage of me!
I eat every flowering shrub there is except for gorse!
Sometimes I get luxuries like beetroot leaves of course!
My life's much the same as any English horse!
Why should I be a vegetarian???
Turnip pie and peanuts, that's the sort of filth I eat!
Any sort of rubbish that is wholesome and discreet!
Why don't I admit that my hypocrisy's complete?
I'm a cheat! I love meat! Yes I am...
I love red-blooded juicy chunks of meat!
Legs of lamb, sides of beef, steaks and chops
and ducks and veal, and pork of course my favorite meal!
(The pig, "Gub-Gub," squeals at this)
...and then I hear poor Gub-Gub squeal.
Oh me...oh my...a reluctant, but sincere vegetarian
am I.
And there it is. While I must admit I have not even tried to be a vegetarian (and am not sure I could succeed if I did try) I do sympathize with the Doctor's plight. It does present a moral conundrum. If I had to watch cows and pigs being slaughtered, would it make a difference? If I visited a chicken farm, would it make a difference? Perhaps.
The question of nature and nutrition come to mind. Are we, as humans, supposed to eat animals? One could argue both Biblical and evolutionary points to the affirmative. On the other hand, can we not get everything we need nutritionally from plants and grains? On a personal level, am I the product of 37 years of cultural conditioning? Is my body and my digestive system so accustomed to eating meat that it would be difficult to stop now?
These are difficult questions...perhaps I will try to take a "vegetarian day" every now and then, just to see if I could do it. No promises that I could ever give up steak and chicken, but who knows...?
The bottom line, however, is that I do agree with and support the mission of PETA. Do I live up to their every standard? No. However, there are quite a few issues with which I agree 100% with PETA.
Animal Testing: Absurd. Barbaric. (And even though I don't often use this word, IMMORAL.) Can anyone truly think strapping small monkeys and rabbits down and spraying them in the eyes with perfume is civilized? Injecting animals with household cleaners to catalog their response? Utterly inhumane. How about the baby monkeys and puppies sent up in tiny spacecraft with no plans for getting them home? (Luckily, this practice seems to have stopped.) Animals should never be abused in this manner.
Fur: We live in a world in which faux fur is literally indistinguishable from real fur. I have nothing against a glamorous look. (Hey, I like glamorous women.) However, I can not understand how wearing the body of an innocent animal who was raised just to be killed for it's pelt is attractive. I love leopard-print, and think it's the most alluring thing a woman can wear, but man-made leopard- print is just as sexy... and a woman with compassion as well as allure is even more so.
Animal Cruelty: Beat a dog, go to jail. Kick a cat, go to jail. Starve a horse, go to jail.
...which leaves only the food issue. I am flawed, but I am aware of this.
FLT3
After reflecting (and visiting the PETA website,) I suppose I would have to re-examine my beliefs. As a carnivore (and a rather enthusiastic one at that) I definitely do not live up to the full teachings of PETA. I am reminded of a marvelous song from the Rex Harrison film, Dr. Doolittle. (I believe the title was "A Reluctant Vegetarian.") In the scene, Dr. Doolittle is telling a friend how he became a veteranarian/vegetarian:
"When I see my fellow men consuming sirloin steak,
And I find myself enjoying tea and Dundee cake,
There is only one conclusion I can make...
I'm a devoted vegetarian.
When my host at dinner offers succulent roast beef,
proudly I refuse it. People stare in disbelief.
Lost in admiration as I nibble on a leaf...
A very noted vegetarian.
I stay away from deviled ham on principle.
I wouldn't eat roast duckling if I could.
Willpower has made me invincible.
(My word, those sausages look good.)
(Doolittle notices that two rabbits have eaten his dinner)
Where's my dinner gone? Who's eaten it this time? It's bad enough to have to eat this muck in the first place! Just because I eat this instead of eating them, they think they can take advantage of me!
I eat every flowering shrub there is except for gorse!
Sometimes I get luxuries like beetroot leaves of course!
My life's much the same as any English horse!
Why should I be a vegetarian???
Turnip pie and peanuts, that's the sort of filth I eat!
Any sort of rubbish that is wholesome and discreet!
Why don't I admit that my hypocrisy's complete?
I'm a cheat! I love meat! Yes I am...
I love red-blooded juicy chunks of meat!
Legs of lamb, sides of beef, steaks and chops
and ducks and veal, and pork of course my favorite meal!
(The pig, "Gub-Gub," squeals at this)
...and then I hear poor Gub-Gub squeal.
Oh me...oh my...a reluctant, but sincere vegetarian
am I.
And there it is. While I must admit I have not even tried to be a vegetarian (and am not sure I could succeed if I did try) I do sympathize with the Doctor's plight. It does present a moral conundrum. If I had to watch cows and pigs being slaughtered, would it make a difference? If I visited a chicken farm, would it make a difference? Perhaps.
The question of nature and nutrition come to mind. Are we, as humans, supposed to eat animals? One could argue both Biblical and evolutionary points to the affirmative. On the other hand, can we not get everything we need nutritionally from plants and grains? On a personal level, am I the product of 37 years of cultural conditioning? Is my body and my digestive system so accustomed to eating meat that it would be difficult to stop now?
These are difficult questions...perhaps I will try to take a "vegetarian day" every now and then, just to see if I could do it. No promises that I could ever give up steak and chicken, but who knows...?
The bottom line, however, is that I do agree with and support the mission of PETA. Do I live up to their every standard? No. However, there are quite a few issues with which I agree 100% with PETA.
Animal Testing: Absurd. Barbaric. (And even though I don't often use this word, IMMORAL.) Can anyone truly think strapping small monkeys and rabbits down and spraying them in the eyes with perfume is civilized? Injecting animals with household cleaners to catalog their response? Utterly inhumane. How about the baby monkeys and puppies sent up in tiny spacecraft with no plans for getting them home? (Luckily, this practice seems to have stopped.) Animals should never be abused in this manner.
Fur: We live in a world in which faux fur is literally indistinguishable from real fur. I have nothing against a glamorous look. (Hey, I like glamorous women.) However, I can not understand how wearing the body of an innocent animal who was raised just to be killed for it's pelt is attractive. I love leopard-print, and think it's the most alluring thing a woman can wear, but man-made leopard- print is just as sexy... and a woman with compassion as well as allure is even more so.
Animal Cruelty: Beat a dog, go to jail. Kick a cat, go to jail. Starve a horse, go to jail.
...which leaves only the food issue. I am flawed, but I am aware of this.
FLT3
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Marry Me A Little...
Well, all is going well for both Mega-Heroes and Side By Side By Sondheim. The former had it's first full run-through today, and it is shaping up to be a very respectable show. The latter is in rehearsal, and I am enjoying working with the cast and director...nice folks, all.
There is a song in SBSBS that really does sum up the quest for love, at least from my perspective. There are certainly those who will disagree, but I think the lyrics truly speak to the human condition in those of us somewhere between thirty and dotage...if complete candor was allowed in real life, I can see (hear?) myself actually saying this to a woman and meaning it in a sweet way:
"Marry me a little, love me just enough.
Cry, but not too often, play, but not too rough.
Keep a tender distance so we'll both be free.
That's the way it ought to be.
I'm ready...
Marry me a little, body, heart and soul.
Passionate as hell, but always in control.
Want me first and foremost, keep me company.
That's the way it ought to be.
I'm ready! I'm ready now!
Oh, how gently we'll talk. Oh, how softly we'll tread.
All the stings, the ugly things, we'll keep unsaid.
We'll build a cocoon of love and respect.
You promise whatever you like, I'll never collect.
Right? Okay, then. I'm ready now..."
Cynical? At first glance, but the deeper meaning seems so damned civilized. Here is someone clearly seeking only the pretty side of love. Imagine the sweet glances, the held hands, the romantic evenings out (or in) and all the joys of love without the hassles and headaches that come with even the best of relationships. (I'm not just talking about free sex...anyone with semi-decent looks and the social skills God gave a turnip can get laid.) This is more of an emotio-intellectual fantasy of sincere love and affection kept just light enough to prevent the onset of jealousy, anger, ennui, etc. Who among us would not consider such a proposition incredibly positive?
It's late and I am sleepy. More later...
FLT3
There is a song in SBSBS that really does sum up the quest for love, at least from my perspective. There are certainly those who will disagree, but I think the lyrics truly speak to the human condition in those of us somewhere between thirty and dotage...if complete candor was allowed in real life, I can see (hear?) myself actually saying this to a woman and meaning it in a sweet way:
"Marry me a little, love me just enough.
Cry, but not too often, play, but not too rough.
Keep a tender distance so we'll both be free.
That's the way it ought to be.
I'm ready...
Marry me a little, body, heart and soul.
Passionate as hell, but always in control.
Want me first and foremost, keep me company.
That's the way it ought to be.
I'm ready! I'm ready now!
Oh, how gently we'll talk. Oh, how softly we'll tread.
All the stings, the ugly things, we'll keep unsaid.
We'll build a cocoon of love and respect.
You promise whatever you like, I'll never collect.
Right? Okay, then. I'm ready now..."
Cynical? At first glance, but the deeper meaning seems so damned civilized. Here is someone clearly seeking only the pretty side of love. Imagine the sweet glances, the held hands, the romantic evenings out (or in) and all the joys of love without the hassles and headaches that come with even the best of relationships. (I'm not just talking about free sex...anyone with semi-decent looks and the social skills God gave a turnip can get laid.) This is more of an emotio-intellectual fantasy of sincere love and affection kept just light enough to prevent the onset of jealousy, anger, ennui, etc. Who among us would not consider such a proposition incredibly positive?
It's late and I am sleepy. More later...
FLT3
Monday, April 02, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Back Again...
Why is it whenever I make a pledge to update my blog, that's when I usually have a several month hiatus? It's not as if I don't enjoy blogging...or even that I don't have that many interesting things to say...it just seems to slip my mind...
I have been shamed into making my semi-annual attempt to post more often. My friend Aaron White (who is a very judicious and dedicated blogger) has mentioned more than once that I am somewhat slack in keeping my postings up-to-date, so I will try once again to be more attentive to all three people who read these missives...:-)
Things are going pretty well. There is a potential romantic attachment in the making...waaaaaaay too early to call it anything serious, but she's really quite lovely and I'm interested to see what can happen...I won't jinx it by saying any more...
Just started rehearsal for Mega-Heroes, the show I am directing for Bham Children's Theatre. It's typical kid-show material, but it's basically a big comic book onstage, which is fun. The set is GINORMOUS! Quite possibly the most ornate and large set with which I have worked in several years. The cast is excellent, and I know the kids will enjoy the show. I am also involved (as a cast member) with Side By Side By Sondheim, which is being produced and directed by my friend Jack Mann. The cast of 4 people includes some heavy-hitters of Bham musical theatre. Kristi Tingle-Higginbotham, Jan Hunter, and Lonnie Parsons are my fellow cast members. I have one song and a snippet of a second one, but mine is mostly the role of host/emcee. I think it will be fun...if nothing else, I am learning LOTS of Sondheim trivia while learning my lines. SBSBS runs April 19-21 at Hoover Library Theatre, if anyone is interested.
On the political front, Bush seems to be progressing ever more rapidly towards self-destruction. His news conferences are becoming increasingly petulant, and his ratings continue to drop through the floor...please, God, just get us through the next year and a half...HILLARY IN '08!
The pollen count has to be somewhere around 100%. I drive a black car, and it has taken on the appearance of a bumblebee the past few days. Breathing isn't terribly easy, but at least it's spring. I LOVE SPRING!!!!! :-)
Well, there it is...not much else to report. I promise to at least try to post more frequently...it would help encourage me if those who read would make some comments...hint, hint...
FLT3
I have been shamed into making my semi-annual attempt to post more often. My friend Aaron White (who is a very judicious and dedicated blogger) has mentioned more than once that I am somewhat slack in keeping my postings up-to-date, so I will try once again to be more attentive to all three people who read these missives...:-)
Things are going pretty well. There is a potential romantic attachment in the making...waaaaaaay too early to call it anything serious, but she's really quite lovely and I'm interested to see what can happen...I won't jinx it by saying any more...
Just started rehearsal for Mega-Heroes, the show I am directing for Bham Children's Theatre. It's typical kid-show material, but it's basically a big comic book onstage, which is fun. The set is GINORMOUS! Quite possibly the most ornate and large set with which I have worked in several years. The cast is excellent, and I know the kids will enjoy the show. I am also involved (as a cast member) with Side By Side By Sondheim, which is being produced and directed by my friend Jack Mann. The cast of 4 people includes some heavy-hitters of Bham musical theatre. Kristi Tingle-Higginbotham, Jan Hunter, and Lonnie Parsons are my fellow cast members. I have one song and a snippet of a second one, but mine is mostly the role of host/emcee. I think it will be fun...if nothing else, I am learning LOTS of Sondheim trivia while learning my lines. SBSBS runs April 19-21 at Hoover Library Theatre, if anyone is interested.
On the political front, Bush seems to be progressing ever more rapidly towards self-destruction. His news conferences are becoming increasingly petulant, and his ratings continue to drop through the floor...please, God, just get us through the next year and a half...HILLARY IN '08!
The pollen count has to be somewhere around 100%. I drive a black car, and it has taken on the appearance of a bumblebee the past few days. Breathing isn't terribly easy, but at least it's spring. I LOVE SPRING!!!!! :-)
Well, there it is...not much else to report. I promise to at least try to post more frequently...it would help encourage me if those who read would make some comments...hint, hint...
FLT3
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Settling Into Routine
Well, the holidays are officially over, life has returned to normal, and I am once again subbing pretty much every day at VHHS. (I am also registered at Mountain Brook, but Vestavia keeps me occupied most of the time.)
Rehersals are underway for GUYS AND DOLLS, which I am directing. The show opens in March, so we have plenty of time to make it perfect. The cast is particularly strong, and we have local celebrity Jeh Jeh Pruitt (of "Good Day Alabama" tv fame) in the role of Sky. Jeh Jeh is a great guy, and it'll be fun working with him. He's also quite talented, and will be wonderful in the role. Leah Luker is opposite him as Sarah Brown, and Mike Bridges & Valerie Lemmons are Nathan and Adelaide. These are all "A-list" Bham performers, so I'm looking forward to a good production. I am particualrly happy to have Ron Wilson with us as Arvide. Ron and I have been good friends for 15 years, and he has always been a sort of "second dad" to me. It'll be fun to work together again.
Not much else going on. The Democrats continue to hold a slim majority in Congress, so I have hopes that gas prices will stay remotely affordable in days to come. I watched Dubya's speech last week with disgust. Not only was he arguably drunk (or just slurring worse than usual) he actually proposed an escalation in Iraq which bears a striking resemblance to the failed efforts in Vietnam. Oh well, I'm sure he never bothered to learn about that "unpleasantness."
A few of my readers have suggested that I may be too harsh on GWB. Personally, I don't think I say half as much as I could. I'm sorry, but when a smug, semi-illiterate, heartless smartass is in the Oval Office, I think criticism is in order. I will grant that he was smart enough to select an even worse VP, so he'll be safe from impeachment. (Dubya may be an uncaring moron, but that beats a malevolent not-so-dumb nazi. "President Cheney" just has a scary sound to it...)
I am still supporting Hillary at this point, but she seems to be collecting a rather formidable group of challengers. Obama is one to watch, as is Edwards. I think Kerry is a good guy, and would have made a good president, but his chances seem slim right now. Time will tell...
On the other side of the aisle, it looks as if the GOP nomination is pretty much McCain's for the taking, unless he really screws up. There are rumors that Alabama Gov Bob Riley is on the short list for VP candidates if McCain gets the nomination. Riley hasn't screwed anything up too badly in his first term in Montgomery, but I still don't want him for VP. Anyone 100 years old with a jet-black pompadour is immediately suspect, in my opinion. Reagan was the last man alive who could pull off that look.
I am watching (well, listening to) a movie about Spanish family life for the third time today, and I have 3 more to go. It's about as thrilling as it sounds.
FLT3
Rehersals are underway for GUYS AND DOLLS, which I am directing. The show opens in March, so we have plenty of time to make it perfect. The cast is particularly strong, and we have local celebrity Jeh Jeh Pruitt (of "Good Day Alabama" tv fame) in the role of Sky. Jeh Jeh is a great guy, and it'll be fun working with him. He's also quite talented, and will be wonderful in the role. Leah Luker is opposite him as Sarah Brown, and Mike Bridges & Valerie Lemmons are Nathan and Adelaide. These are all "A-list" Bham performers, so I'm looking forward to a good production. I am particualrly happy to have Ron Wilson with us as Arvide. Ron and I have been good friends for 15 years, and he has always been a sort of "second dad" to me. It'll be fun to work together again.
Not much else going on. The Democrats continue to hold a slim majority in Congress, so I have hopes that gas prices will stay remotely affordable in days to come. I watched Dubya's speech last week with disgust. Not only was he arguably drunk (or just slurring worse than usual) he actually proposed an escalation in Iraq which bears a striking resemblance to the failed efforts in Vietnam. Oh well, I'm sure he never bothered to learn about that "unpleasantness."
A few of my readers have suggested that I may be too harsh on GWB. Personally, I don't think I say half as much as I could. I'm sorry, but when a smug, semi-illiterate, heartless smartass is in the Oval Office, I think criticism is in order. I will grant that he was smart enough to select an even worse VP, so he'll be safe from impeachment. (Dubya may be an uncaring moron, but that beats a malevolent not-so-dumb nazi. "President Cheney" just has a scary sound to it...)
I am still supporting Hillary at this point, but she seems to be collecting a rather formidable group of challengers. Obama is one to watch, as is Edwards. I think Kerry is a good guy, and would have made a good president, but his chances seem slim right now. Time will tell...
On the other side of the aisle, it looks as if the GOP nomination is pretty much McCain's for the taking, unless he really screws up. There are rumors that Alabama Gov Bob Riley is on the short list for VP candidates if McCain gets the nomination. Riley hasn't screwed anything up too badly in his first term in Montgomery, but I still don't want him for VP. Anyone 100 years old with a jet-black pompadour is immediately suspect, in my opinion. Reagan was the last man alive who could pull off that look.
I am watching (well, listening to) a movie about Spanish family life for the third time today, and I have 3 more to go. It's about as thrilling as it sounds.
FLT3
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Just in case you ever wondered what they were...
Here are the lyrics to "Rule, Britannia." I am very bored at work today.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rule_Britannia
FLT3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rule_Britannia
FLT3
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Fighting The Blahs
Ah, January...that lifeless month which brings all the joys and excitement of...(cue crickets chirping.)
The past couple of days have been glum. I don't start back to work subbing until tomorrow (Vestavia High School) and the past week or so has been uneventful to say the least. I spent New Year's Eve with the flu, which was no fun. Now that I seem to be crawling out from under the weather, I am left facing the bleak landscape of the first two months of the year.
Ever since I was a child, I have hated the first 59 days of the year. January is utterly without merit, and would be best slept through. February is (with apologies to the poet) the cruelest month. The thrill of Valentine's Day is gone after middle school...if you have someone special in your life, it's a pain in the ass to come up with a fun and original gift, and more often than not your expectations fall flat. If you don't have a significant other, it's just a depressing reminder of your solitude. Not to mention that by February's end, I am almost ready to scream with ennui. Slate-grey skies and 5:00pm sunsets will do that to you.
Add all of these factors together and toss in some post-holiday blues and a natural tendency towards depression, and there you have my mental state. I have an almost constant feeling of being just inches away from crying, but the "cleansing freshet of tears" (of which Ferrol Sams wrote so descriptively) never quite makes it to the surface. No matter where I am or what I am doing, it just seems sad. Not screaming-with-grief, wringing-hands-and-rending-garments sad...just a low-grade glum.
Luckily, I am about to go into rehearsal for Guys And Dolls (which I am directing) which will help. I am also making a plunge into opera with a chorus part in Opera Birmingham's La Cenerentola (Cinderella.) Although it seems miles and miles away, there is also the glowing beacon of EASTER which shines in the distance. I love Easter...it's by far my favorite holiday. All the warmth and the green, blooming, renewed feeling in the air never fails to bring me out of the doldrums. I need only hear the first few notes of "Welcome, Happy Morning" and all is right with the world. It'll be here soon...until then, I'll just look out the window and pretend I'm in England. It helps. :-)
FLT3
The past couple of days have been glum. I don't start back to work subbing until tomorrow (Vestavia High School) and the past week or so has been uneventful to say the least. I spent New Year's Eve with the flu, which was no fun. Now that I seem to be crawling out from under the weather, I am left facing the bleak landscape of the first two months of the year.
Ever since I was a child, I have hated the first 59 days of the year. January is utterly without merit, and would be best slept through. February is (with apologies to the poet) the cruelest month. The thrill of Valentine's Day is gone after middle school...if you have someone special in your life, it's a pain in the ass to come up with a fun and original gift, and more often than not your expectations fall flat. If you don't have a significant other, it's just a depressing reminder of your solitude. Not to mention that by February's end, I am almost ready to scream with ennui. Slate-grey skies and 5:00pm sunsets will do that to you.
Add all of these factors together and toss in some post-holiday blues and a natural tendency towards depression, and there you have my mental state. I have an almost constant feeling of being just inches away from crying, but the "cleansing freshet of tears" (of which Ferrol Sams wrote so descriptively) never quite makes it to the surface. No matter where I am or what I am doing, it just seems sad. Not screaming-with-grief, wringing-hands-and-rending-garments sad...just a low-grade glum.
Luckily, I am about to go into rehearsal for Guys And Dolls (which I am directing) which will help. I am also making a plunge into opera with a chorus part in Opera Birmingham's La Cenerentola (Cinderella.) Although it seems miles and miles away, there is also the glowing beacon of EASTER which shines in the distance. I love Easter...it's by far my favorite holiday. All the warmth and the green, blooming, renewed feeling in the air never fails to bring me out of the doldrums. I need only hear the first few notes of "Welcome, Happy Morning" and all is right with the world. It'll be here soon...until then, I'll just look out the window and pretend I'm in England. It helps. :-)
FLT3
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Happy Boxing Day!!!
Well, the gifts have been opened, the carols sung ad infinitum, and enough calories consumed to feed a small European country...yes, Christmas has come and gone once again. Given the progressively earlier retailing of the holiday, I wouldn't be shocked if the malls started hanging out signs reading "Only 364 days till Christmas! Start shopping now!"
Christmas was, as usual, a very happy and exhausting day with family and friends. I was given many wonderful gifts, and enjoyed the day. Being the Anglophile that I am, I am celebrating Boxing Day today. I think I am supposed to give a little gift to the mailman or something, but I may not celebrate to that extent. (Unless I leave that unwanted fruitcake in the post box...)
Much excitement has surrounded the incipient arrival of Jerry, my parents' new Jack Russell Terrier puppy. Jerry should be here on or before 7 January, and he has no idea the tub of butter into which he has fallen. I have no doubt that my sister and I were loved and treated very sweetly as babies, but the attention lavished on Jerry may surpass that which we enjoyed. My dad has built a doghouse nicer than most apartments in which I have lived. My friend Kim is making him a sweater (designer originals at only 8 weeks old...) and my parents' house is already filling up with doggie toys and items. I am just as excited as everyone else, so I can't really be too critical. :-)
More to come...my New Year's Resolution is to post at least twice a week. We'll see how long that lasts.
FLT3
Christmas was, as usual, a very happy and exhausting day with family and friends. I was given many wonderful gifts, and enjoyed the day. Being the Anglophile that I am, I am celebrating Boxing Day today. I think I am supposed to give a little gift to the mailman or something, but I may not celebrate to that extent. (Unless I leave that unwanted fruitcake in the post box...)
Much excitement has surrounded the incipient arrival of Jerry, my parents' new Jack Russell Terrier puppy. Jerry should be here on or before 7 January, and he has no idea the tub of butter into which he has fallen. I have no doubt that my sister and I were loved and treated very sweetly as babies, but the attention lavished on Jerry may surpass that which we enjoyed. My dad has built a doghouse nicer than most apartments in which I have lived. My friend Kim is making him a sweater (designer originals at only 8 weeks old...) and my parents' house is already filling up with doggie toys and items. I am just as excited as everyone else, so I can't really be too critical. :-)
More to come...my New Year's Resolution is to post at least twice a week. We'll see how long that lasts.
FLT3
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Hear The Bells All Over London Town...
...how joyously they ring! See the lights aglow in London Town and hear each caroler sing...
So goes the song that opens A Christmas Carol, which is being performed this weekend and next by CenterStage. For a glimpse at a few of the stars, check out our website at www.centerstage-productions.org and click on "A Christmas Carol." Scroll to the bottom of the cast list and you will see Scrooge ("Dollar" Bill Lawson,) Tiny Tim (Julia Fleisig,) The Ghosts of Xmas Past (Kim Dometrovich,) Present (Paul McCracken,) and Yet-To-Come (Pam Cooper.) Each of these performers, along with the rest of the cast, has performed brilliantly. If you live in the Birmingham area, please come to the show...you won't be disappointed!
I got nice and riled up reading the editorial page today. More on that in my next post...as for now, It's time for bed. :-)
FLT3
So goes the song that opens A Christmas Carol, which is being performed this weekend and next by CenterStage. For a glimpse at a few of the stars, check out our website at www.centerstage-productions.org and click on "A Christmas Carol." Scroll to the bottom of the cast list and you will see Scrooge ("Dollar" Bill Lawson,) Tiny Tim (Julia Fleisig,) The Ghosts of Xmas Past (Kim Dometrovich,) Present (Paul McCracken,) and Yet-To-Come (Pam Cooper.) Each of these performers, along with the rest of the cast, has performed brilliantly. If you live in the Birmingham area, please come to the show...you won't be disappointed!
I got nice and riled up reading the editorial page today. More on that in my next post...as for now, It's time for bed. :-)
FLT3
Friday, November 24, 2006
Deck The Malls...
I am currently huddled safely behind closed doors. There is no way the crowd of deranged and driven post-Thanksgiving shoppers can get to me...I hope.
Today is touted as "the busiest shopping day of the year," and I believe it. This morning's news has already shown hordes of shoving, pushing, wildly driven holiday shopping crowds at malls and stores across the country. Bizzare sale prices are being advertised...($35 laptop? A car for $500? All this and more can be yours if you arrive at our store before 4:30am Friday!!!)
I will remain encamped in my secure little bunker until the madness passes. Watching 300-pound women fistfight over video games and giggling stuffed animals is a spectacle I can somehow live without witnessing.
FLT3
Today is touted as "the busiest shopping day of the year," and I believe it. This morning's news has already shown hordes of shoving, pushing, wildly driven holiday shopping crowds at malls and stores across the country. Bizzare sale prices are being advertised...($35 laptop? A car for $500? All this and more can be yours if you arrive at our store before 4:30am Friday!!!)
I will remain encamped in my secure little bunker until the madness passes. Watching 300-pound women fistfight over video games and giggling stuffed animals is a spectacle I can somehow live without witnessing.
FLT3
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Happy Thanksgiving!
Well, as usual, my vow to post daily has not been fulfilled (see the last post from 5 October...:-) At any rate, I will once again make that vow, with at least one eye towards keeping it for a while.
Many thanks to all my readers, who now number, I believe, around 7.
Today is Thanksgiving Day, another one of those holidays that gives an anglophile in America a bit of a quandary. As with 4 July, there seems to be an implied expectation to reflect upon how bad everything was in Mother England back in the 1600's. Hmmmm...not so sure I agree there. Yes, there were some issues of religious intolerance which were bad, but I sometimes have difficulty alligning myself philosophically with uptight puritan fundamentalists over the Motherland and the dear old C of E. Oh well, I do really like turkey and dressing and pecan pie...
If anyone now feels the need to blast my blogsite for my being "un-American," please don't bother. I've heard it before. I am perfectly content here in the colonies...I just love England. So there. Amen.
Speaking of dear Britannia, we are about one week away from opening "A Christmas Carol," which I am directing for CenterStage. The show is coming along beautifully, and I think it will be a high point in our season. The cast is particularly warm and friendly, and we have all bonded nicely. From our oldest cast member (75) to our youngest (4), there has been an almost palpable feeling of goodwill and cooperation throughout the rehearsal process. I could not be more proud of a cast...these guys are amazing. Add to that the fact that the cast is comprised (literally) of my closest and dearest friends, and it becomes obvious why this show is so special to me. Is it cheesy? Is the syrup laid on thicker than that on top of an IHOP breakfast special? Sure, and may it ever remain so!
I have two favorite numbers in the show, "Mr. Fezziwig's Annual Christmas Ball," and "Abundance And Charity." Both are rousing ensemble numbers, and each is performed brilliantly. I have really enjoyed watching my good friend, Paul McCracken, in the role of Xmas Present. Paul is by nature a very warm and gregarious guy, and he has embraced the role beautifully. Ditto for Don and Kristy, who are playing the Fezziwigs...sheer magic to watch them. And the list goes on...Aaron White's Fred is sincere and kind and endearing, as Fred should be. Becca Owens' Sally is his perfect counterpart, pretty and sweet and all that Fred's wife should be...Kim Dometrovich is a wonderfully cute and sassy Xmas Past...Pam Cooper's Xmas Future is chilling and commanding...Greg Hagler (one of my oldest and best friends) brings a great sinister quality to Marley...Howard Green (aka the nicest guy alive) is a wonderful Cratchit, and his family matches him in quality and good will...Julia Fleisig could not be sweeter as Tiny Tim...Sam Chalker (one of my theatre heroes) is honoring us by appearing as Old Joe. Sam is a true "man of the theatre" in every sense of the word...and of course, Raymond Quintero as Charity Man is a CenterStage staple, who always turns in a grand performance...Kimberly Piazza and Sam Raine make their song "A Place Called Home" a show-stopper...
...and then there's our good friend and local radio celebrity "Dollar" Bill Lawson as Scrooge. What can I say? Bill takes command of the stage at his first entrance and never lets go. He is truly phenomenal in the role, and a joy both onstage and off. I could LITERALLY list something nice about each cast member, and perhaps I will later. (If I didn't mention you, it's not a slight...I just don't have time to list everyone!)
I am also involved as an actor in "Scrooge," another version of Xmas Carol being presented by Birmingham Children's Theatre. I am playing the role of Bob Cratchit, and while I could never approach the level of quality Howard brings to CenterStage's production, I am enjoying the show immensely. We have an excellent director, Will York, who has done a magnificent job with the show. Many more good friends, both old and new are in this show, and it has been quite a pleasure.
Well, it's about time for dinner, and I will close for now. Happy Thanksgiving to one and all...and I promise to try and get more posting done in the next few days!
FLT3
Many thanks to all my readers, who now number, I believe, around 7.
Today is Thanksgiving Day, another one of those holidays that gives an anglophile in America a bit of a quandary. As with 4 July, there seems to be an implied expectation to reflect upon how bad everything was in Mother England back in the 1600's. Hmmmm...not so sure I agree there. Yes, there were some issues of religious intolerance which were bad, but I sometimes have difficulty alligning myself philosophically with uptight puritan fundamentalists over the Motherland and the dear old C of E. Oh well, I do really like turkey and dressing and pecan pie...
If anyone now feels the need to blast my blogsite for my being "un-American," please don't bother. I've heard it before. I am perfectly content here in the colonies...I just love England. So there. Amen.
Speaking of dear Britannia, we are about one week away from opening "A Christmas Carol," which I am directing for CenterStage. The show is coming along beautifully, and I think it will be a high point in our season. The cast is particularly warm and friendly, and we have all bonded nicely. From our oldest cast member (75) to our youngest (4), there has been an almost palpable feeling of goodwill and cooperation throughout the rehearsal process. I could not be more proud of a cast...these guys are amazing. Add to that the fact that the cast is comprised (literally) of my closest and dearest friends, and it becomes obvious why this show is so special to me. Is it cheesy? Is the syrup laid on thicker than that on top of an IHOP breakfast special? Sure, and may it ever remain so!
I have two favorite numbers in the show, "Mr. Fezziwig's Annual Christmas Ball," and "Abundance And Charity." Both are rousing ensemble numbers, and each is performed brilliantly. I have really enjoyed watching my good friend, Paul McCracken, in the role of Xmas Present. Paul is by nature a very warm and gregarious guy, and he has embraced the role beautifully. Ditto for Don and Kristy, who are playing the Fezziwigs...sheer magic to watch them. And the list goes on...Aaron White's Fred is sincere and kind and endearing, as Fred should be. Becca Owens' Sally is his perfect counterpart, pretty and sweet and all that Fred's wife should be...Kim Dometrovich is a wonderfully cute and sassy Xmas Past...Pam Cooper's Xmas Future is chilling and commanding...Greg Hagler (one of my oldest and best friends) brings a great sinister quality to Marley...Howard Green (aka the nicest guy alive) is a wonderful Cratchit, and his family matches him in quality and good will...Julia Fleisig could not be sweeter as Tiny Tim...Sam Chalker (one of my theatre heroes) is honoring us by appearing as Old Joe. Sam is a true "man of the theatre" in every sense of the word...and of course, Raymond Quintero as Charity Man is a CenterStage staple, who always turns in a grand performance...Kimberly Piazza and Sam Raine make their song "A Place Called Home" a show-stopper...
...and then there's our good friend and local radio celebrity "Dollar" Bill Lawson as Scrooge. What can I say? Bill takes command of the stage at his first entrance and never lets go. He is truly phenomenal in the role, and a joy both onstage and off. I could LITERALLY list something nice about each cast member, and perhaps I will later. (If I didn't mention you, it's not a slight...I just don't have time to list everyone!)
I am also involved as an actor in "Scrooge," another version of Xmas Carol being presented by Birmingham Children's Theatre. I am playing the role of Bob Cratchit, and while I could never approach the level of quality Howard brings to CenterStage's production, I am enjoying the show immensely. We have an excellent director, Will York, who has done a magnificent job with the show. Many more good friends, both old and new are in this show, and it has been quite a pleasure.
Well, it's about time for dinner, and I will close for now. Happy Thanksgiving to one and all...and I promise to try and get more posting done in the next few days!
FLT3
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Yet Another Day
Today I am at Mtn. Brook Jr. High again. So far so good. The classes are small and the kids are pretty okay. Eh, it's a paycheck.
Short update today...not much going on. Ed Howard, the playwright/director of Greater Tuna arrived back in Birmingham yesterday and dropped in on our rehearsal. My co-star Barry Austin and I are having a good time, and Ed seemed pleased with what he saw. For those of you unfamiliar with the show, it involves two actors playing 15 roles each...male, female, kids, and even a pet. Lots of fun but MAJOR costume changes. Let it suffice to say that while we are relatively decent looking men, Barry and I quite probably make the two ugliest women in recorded history.
FLT3
Short update today...not much going on. Ed Howard, the playwright/director of Greater Tuna arrived back in Birmingham yesterday and dropped in on our rehearsal. My co-star Barry Austin and I are having a good time, and Ed seemed pleased with what he saw. For those of you unfamiliar with the show, it involves two actors playing 15 roles each...male, female, kids, and even a pet. Lots of fun but MAJOR costume changes. Let it suffice to say that while we are relatively decent looking men, Barry and I quite probably make the two ugliest women in recorded history.
FLT3
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
What's New...or not.
After many vows of attentiveness and failed resolutions, I am once again going to attempt to update this thing a little more frequently. Given my track record, I can't say that I am 100% optimistic, but we'll see...maybe I'll get on a streak.
We are well into rehearsal for Little Shop Of Horrors, which is going to be quite good. I am having fun with my role of Mr. Mushnik, and the rest of the cast is particularly strong. I think it will be a great success. After that is Greater Tuna (in which I perform) Scrooge with Bham Children's Theatre (in which I play Jacob Marley) and CenterStage's A Christmas Carol, which I am directing. Throw work, sleep, and some vague attempt at a social life into the mix, and life remains as happily busy as always.
Distressing news from Amish country...the rash of school shootings is, as always, upsetting on several levels. Aside from the obvious concern over the safety of children, it sort of makes you wonder how many other wounded, lost souls are out there hovering about a quarter inch above commiting some senseless and violent act. Don't get me wrong...I think anyone who hurts/kills/assaults another person should be strongly punished. I just can't help wondering what in someone's background could be so traumatic as to psychologically warp a person to commit such atrocities. There but for the grace of God go all of us.
I have been reading Sons & Brothers, a biography of JFK and Bobby Kennedy, examining not only their individual lives, but the unique way in which they intertwined. I have always been fascinated with The Kennedys...flawed, yes, but definitely the closest thing to true royalty in America. I have noticed with some distress that Teddy seems to be growing more obese and weathered almost daily. Oh well, at least he can say he has had more fun in a week than most people have in a lifetime. I recently read a biography/tell-all on EMK called The Senator. Written by a former aide, it's about 50% tabloid and 50% true substance, but chronicles all the deliciously decadent excesses for which Teddy is known...booze, hookers, drugs, etc. It's a fun bathroom or beach read...enjoyable, spicy, and imminently forgettable.
Since we're on politics...HILLARY IN '08!!!!!
That said, the midterms are coming up in mere weeks. I predict a landslide for the Democrats, and I am looking forward to it. Congressman Pedophile just drove the knife deeper into the heart of the Republican Party. I think people are finally realizing what a complete mess Bush and Co. have made of things over the past 6 years. It's almost time for Dick Cheney to shoot someone else in the face, and then their defeat will be total.
I am substituting today at Pizitz Middle School. So far so good...only one class has been utterly out of control, and even they were just a little loud and rowdy...no real troublemakers.
Still...I await 3:05pm with great eagerness. :-)
FLT3
We are well into rehearsal for Little Shop Of Horrors, which is going to be quite good. I am having fun with my role of Mr. Mushnik, and the rest of the cast is particularly strong. I think it will be a great success. After that is Greater Tuna (in which I perform) Scrooge with Bham Children's Theatre (in which I play Jacob Marley) and CenterStage's A Christmas Carol, which I am directing. Throw work, sleep, and some vague attempt at a social life into the mix, and life remains as happily busy as always.
Distressing news from Amish country...the rash of school shootings is, as always, upsetting on several levels. Aside from the obvious concern over the safety of children, it sort of makes you wonder how many other wounded, lost souls are out there hovering about a quarter inch above commiting some senseless and violent act. Don't get me wrong...I think anyone who hurts/kills/assaults another person should be strongly punished. I just can't help wondering what in someone's background could be so traumatic as to psychologically warp a person to commit such atrocities. There but for the grace of God go all of us.
I have been reading Sons & Brothers, a biography of JFK and Bobby Kennedy, examining not only their individual lives, but the unique way in which they intertwined. I have always been fascinated with The Kennedys...flawed, yes, but definitely the closest thing to true royalty in America. I have noticed with some distress that Teddy seems to be growing more obese and weathered almost daily. Oh well, at least he can say he has had more fun in a week than most people have in a lifetime. I recently read a biography/tell-all on EMK called The Senator. Written by a former aide, it's about 50% tabloid and 50% true substance, but chronicles all the deliciously decadent excesses for which Teddy is known...booze, hookers, drugs, etc. It's a fun bathroom or beach read...enjoyable, spicy, and imminently forgettable.
Since we're on politics...HILLARY IN '08!!!!!
That said, the midterms are coming up in mere weeks. I predict a landslide for the Democrats, and I am looking forward to it. Congressman Pedophile just drove the knife deeper into the heart of the Republican Party. I think people are finally realizing what a complete mess Bush and Co. have made of things over the past 6 years. It's almost time for Dick Cheney to shoot someone else in the face, and then their defeat will be total.
I am substituting today at Pizitz Middle School. So far so good...only one class has been utterly out of control, and even they were just a little loud and rowdy...no real troublemakers.
Still...I await 3:05pm with great eagerness. :-)
FLT3
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Well stated, Eric!
I just read the response to my last posting from my friend, Eric. Although I disagree with some (well, most) of what he said, I am quite impressed with the eloquence and reasoned thought he put into his comments. Quite uncommon for a (presumed) Republican. :-)
As usual, it's late and I am tired, but I will take a moment to mention a fine production of How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying that I saw this week. It is presented by MCAT (Magic City Actor's Theatre) and it is most enjoyable. I wrote a review on www.ebhm.org/theatre which should be posted in a day or two.
FLT3
As usual, it's late and I am tired, but I will take a moment to mention a fine production of How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying that I saw this week. It is presented by MCAT (Magic City Actor's Theatre) and it is most enjoyable. I wrote a review on www.ebhm.org/theatre which should be posted in a day or two.
FLT3
Monday, September 18, 2006
Thanks to Andy D for a great link...
See the link below for Keith Olbermann's insightful and erudite comments on Bush's recent asanine comments.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6210240/
All I can say is HILLARY IN '08!!!!
FLT3
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6210240/
All I can say is HILLARY IN '08!!!!
FLT3
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Post 9/11 Musings
After watching the 5th anniversary coverage of 9/11, I am more than ever convinced that George W. Bush is the biggest moron in the history of all humankind. From his insipid babblings on the day after the tragedy to his senseless murder of the service men and women he has sent into Iraq, this idiot doesn't belong as dog-catcher, much less as President of the United States. The man is an idiot, a warmonger, a despot and above all a malaproping buffoon. Here endeth the sermon.
FLT3
FLT3
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Back to school...
Today I returned to Vestavia High School to substitute. It was nice to once again have that employment opportunity, and I genuinely enjoy being around the kids. Today I had a math class, which is far from my field of expertise.
Not much else to report...I just wanted to start being more diligent about posting.
FLT3
Not much else to report...I just wanted to start being more diligent about posting.
FLT3
Monday, August 21, 2006
After a pause...
As usual, I have been a bit slack about posting comments here. My apologies to the 2 or 3 of you who regularly read my musings. Consider this my semi-annual promise to be more diligent. :-)
Today marks the big American Idol audition in Bham. As exciting as it is, I do have to wonder if lightning strikes three times in the same place...oh well, if I wasn't an ancient 36, I would be down there with them. Maybe they'll start an Old Idol sometime soon.
I am interviewing today for what would be a nice little "extra" holiday-season job. Don't want to jinx it by saying too much, but if anyone reads this today, please say a little prayer, cross your fingers, etc. Details to follow either way...
The media frenzy continues to surround the increasingly bizzare saga of the fellow who has confessed to the JonBenet Ramsey murder. While I would love to see this horrifying story come to a close, I am quite unsure of this guy's claims. Is he an obvious sicko? Yes. Has it yet been proven that he commited the crime in question? No. I suppose time and CNN will tell...
My life grows increasingly full and busy...I have wound up in the Mr. Mushnik role in Little Shop Of Horrors, which I am trying to rehearse concurrently with Greater Tuna, two special-event performances, working at Music Plus and Vestavia High School, directing The Last Five Years, and all the general time-demanding activities of life. I am scheduled to get a good night's sleep somewhere around next January...
FLT3
Today marks the big American Idol audition in Bham. As exciting as it is, I do have to wonder if lightning strikes three times in the same place...oh well, if I wasn't an ancient 36, I would be down there with them. Maybe they'll start an Old Idol sometime soon.
I am interviewing today for what would be a nice little "extra" holiday-season job. Don't want to jinx it by saying too much, but if anyone reads this today, please say a little prayer, cross your fingers, etc. Details to follow either way...
The media frenzy continues to surround the increasingly bizzare saga of the fellow who has confessed to the JonBenet Ramsey murder. While I would love to see this horrifying story come to a close, I am quite unsure of this guy's claims. Is he an obvious sicko? Yes. Has it yet been proven that he commited the crime in question? No. I suppose time and CNN will tell...
My life grows increasingly full and busy...I have wound up in the Mr. Mushnik role in Little Shop Of Horrors, which I am trying to rehearse concurrently with Greater Tuna, two special-event performances, working at Music Plus and Vestavia High School, directing The Last Five Years, and all the general time-demanding activities of life. I am scheduled to get a good night's sleep somewhere around next January...
FLT3
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
