I make these promises about updating and then I don’t. Though my excuse is how busy I have been.
next time you are on your way to Athens from Atlanta, make sure you stop at the Rock Shop

It comes complete with glittery AC/DC hat and Cheech and Chong incense.

I’ve been sound desiging a show that opens tomorrow night. Cartoon. It’s by local Atlanta playwright Steve Yockey and it comes complete with girl on girl choking.

I’ve cut off all my hair. Facial and head.

Tho my laziness has caused the facial to begin growing back.

other than that I have been…
Planning a two-man improv road trip to Toronto’s Catch 23 Festival that will be filmed and turned into a documentary.
Ramping up for my friends’ wedding which I will be conducting.
Getting ready for the trip to Edmonton for the Improvaganza.
Accepted to the Edmonton International Fringe Festival.
Deciding where my life will lead me next.

Is this seriously what it has come to?

Sometimes I feel like I need to lose weight.
Or maybe get in shape.
I guess i have always had some pretty bizarre weight issues.
The cosmo mentality.
So here is what I would look like if I were a cover model.

Last night we field tripped it to the Drive-In to see The Hills Have Eyes.
The movie itself was, eh, alright. But what made the experience was the FAMILY next to us. Yes, someone decided to bring their kids to the movie. There was one point near the beginning where the mom, or sister started asking where the baby is. Not the baby in the movie mind you. But the one they brought with.
Then later in the film when there are shots of various newspaper clippings the mother read them to the children. I guess so they didn’t miss the key plot point that these were Nuclear-made freaks and not just homocidal killers for no reason. I guess that makes it o.k.

went to see the wedding present play last week. it seems a lot of people really like them. among them was saddam hussein.

who would have thunk he was a fan of early 90’s brit pop?

in addition, i saw the figure of an angel in david gedge’s sweat.

miracles do happen in the strangest locations.

oh, also. i am now a reverend.