poster flyers

For awhile now I've been making little poster flyers for shows that can be emailed, posted to boards, etc.

Thought I'd share...



  

  

  

  




  

  

  

  




  

  

show this sunday

the art of conversation

So I get an email from Lindsay the other day that simply states: Ass Fuck

Well, if she wants to stimulate yet another mature conversation saturated in depth and context, I am of course game. I reply: Tittie Licker

Lindsay, always being one for wit and substance, replies: Nob Snurfler

Emails consisting of one line; rife with intellectualism yet beautiful in their simplicity. And so it continues...

M: rim job cornholer
L: chufty muncher
M: nob gobbling pooty face. and btw, sod off you cheeky bint... quit being a piss artist and go trim your manky minge.
L: I have pulled out the big guns now. Hammock sucking (panty Liner), Geeze bag (fart bag), Disco fanny (The full strength flavor achieved by giving it a full nights dancing in a hot sweaty bar)

I attempt to give credit where it is due: set and match. damn.

Apparently neither the witty banter of our dialogue nor my congratulatory concession has quenched her thirst, and she entreats for more: Come on weenis you have to keep going.

Then I reply with vigor: Well then perhaps I'll take my hairy goolies and rub them about your gob-smacked mug, you jammy twatted poofter slag

A single tear is forming in my eye right now. She is my most special friend.

insert audible sigh here

I am going out of my mind. So busy, so stressed, so confused with life and its many directions.

I know I should just take a break, clear my head and drink in the moments. Sitting next to me could be a kit kat, a claritin and a travel mug. The Vietnamese store on the corner could be the answer to all of lifes problems. But then again...

mr. broom-bastic

When I initially saw you hanging from the rack, I thought you were perfect. You were like a mop, only much drier. You had excellent rotation about your swiveling head. You wore a blue fuzzy hat that would reach under low places. You had no course bristles to scratch my hardwood floors. You were $20.

Oh how you have betrayed me. No longer are you my sultan of sweep.

You cling to dog hair like no other. You hold tight to clumps of black fur, even in the face of vacuum force. You refuse to let go of your blue fuzzy hat, even though I've brought you a nice new one. How do I say this? You sir, are a greedy bitch.

small world got even smaller

Doppleganger Watch - Day Two:

So I emailed Dennis to let him know about this story. He writes me back telling me his birthday is March 12th. WTF?

A small world can be kind of scary

So I am sitting here Googling myself. Yep, I'm one of those people.

Buried many pages deep is an Amazon.com wishlist under my name. I look to see if it's the one I made last year. At first I think that it is because it had Dennis DiClaudio's book on it. But then I notice many things that I didn't put on there. The other things on the list look pretty good though. Seriously stuff I would read. Hmmmm... strange, but alright then. Good to know that the Hypochondriac's Pocket Guide is getting out there.

But then I look at the top of the page, and it says Hemet, CA. Now this has me confused. I was born in Hemet. Small town in SoCal. I begin to think maybe it is my profile, but the shipping is for Hemet. I haven't been in Hemet for decades.

I look at the birthday... much earlier in the year. March 12th. Um, okay.

So today I've discovered that there is a person with my name, my reading tastes, living in my birthplace, with my friend's book at the top of their wishlist.

Rick's right... I do have clones.

And the Fringe is underway

Last night I went to see Suburban Love Songs. Just tremendous.

I went to Old City and met up with Alli. Jon and Diane had made other plans to see a movie, and Pete was under the weather, so it was just the two of us. We wandered around for a bit and went over to eat at Cosi. Chatted for awhile there and then headed over to the Painted Bride.

Alli had stopped at the box office beforehand and picked us up tickets along with one for Rick. He was incubating and would be along shortly. Since we had tickets, we hung outside for awhile. Nice evening out and we sat on a bench for awhile and talked more. Filled each other in on all kinds of stuff. She has a second callback for Bobbi's group, and isn't entirely sure it's the best thing. We'll see. Alli is just the biggest sweetheart you'd ever want to meet... nice, funny, smart, driven and stunning. She'll make someone very happy. If she ever read this blog she'd tell me to shut the hell up. Ha!

So we try to go inside, only to find that the tremendous line is actually for people who have tickets... whoops. So we wait for quite awhile and finally get inside. We were able to find three seats off to the side, so that if Mr. Rick ever came, he'd be covered. I thought he was going to be late and they wouldn't let him in. But as it turned out, he came just in time for curtain. Like he sat down and the music came on. Well done, Senior Rick, well done.

As I said, Suburban Love Songs was... amazing. Everything I hoped it would be. Here is the description, but it hardly does it justice:

Hidden desires and secret passions are unearthed over martinis, a treasure hunt, a game of Twister, and a grapefruit. The year is 1968. Just beyond the doors of a Westchester, New York home, the world is on fire. But inside a group of suburbanites, buffered from the social upheaval by upper-middle-class mores and polyester dreams, are undergoing an overwhelming transformation of their own. This playful piece brings out the nostalgic memories and the lighter side of the chaotic 1960s. Devoid of the spoken word, and featuring comic actors rather than professional dancers, the performance takes on a delightfully human inelegance.

It really made me long for stage productions again. I've gotten so heavily into improvisation, but have lost touch with that part of me. I think that I may start doing some auditions at some point again for a play. We'll see. I just love the smell of a theatre... the rustling of a packed house... the way that a proscenium arch so perfectly frames a moment scripted in time... okay, enough of that.

We stayed around after for the Q & A and then headed out. We met up with Kristen and Sarah outside and chatted for awhile. We eventually saw Karen and Kelly and congratulated them on an amazing show. Rick headed off to karaoke somewhere in the northeast. That's something I'd like to see... but I was tired. So Alli and I wandered back to her car which was on my way to the train. I parted ways with her and then grabbed the Blue Line. That was a fun night.

De-Animator

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