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Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
And if I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my toys to break.
So none of the other kids can use 'em...
Amen.
That's my favorite so far.
I think I'm going to use a few of these for 365 inspiration.
Ever have a day when you needed to do something silly and nonsensical for a 365 New Experiences blog project?
What? No?
This is Robbie.
He is creative and bright and warm and he has autism.
He, along with his mother and many many friends, are taking part in Walk Now for Autism at the Cincinnati Zoo.
Trisha has a goal of $2000. I donated. You should too.
It took four months, but I finally got through The Office DVDs that I received for Christmas.
The callbacks on Saturday morning went quite well (after Tuesday's auditions), and the director offered me the role immediately afterwards.
I haven't done a show at the Guild in a year. I've missed working in that space.
Several new experiences yesterday. I had never ridden my bike back in the Oakwood suburbs, and then continued the ride a bit further to eat at a BW3's.
But this yard. Crikey. The houses are all pretty big back there but this one particular house had a huge wooded yard with thousands and thousands of daffodils (and tulips).
And now my touring broadway musical bubble has been burst thanks to Mrs. Piper (who had an extra ticket and asked me to go).
It was a fun evening at the theatre. Still wish I could have seen the original cast, but I'll take what I can get.
I couldn't help but wonder how my work as an actor has skewed my perception of seeing live theatre vs. someone who has never set foot on a stage.
Not entirely surprising since I do most of my gaming on my PC, but when I saw it in the used game bin at Blockbuster for $9.99 (and remembered the good things I had read about it). Well. Had to grab it.
One good thing about not owning a 360 - tons of cheap-ass original XBox games to buy.
I had decided originally that I wasn't going to audition for Amy's View.
The role of Dominic - the role I would shoot for - starts off about fifteen years too young for me. And he's described as incredibly attractive.
I am neither fifteen years younger or incredibly attractive.
But I can act, a bit. And fate, in her curious way, saw to it that I attended the second night of auditions at the Guild.
We'll know by Friday.
I've ridden down to the river.
I've fed bread to geese.
I've never done one specifically to do the other.
So there I sat. Along the water, in a pow-wow with four geese and Mr. and Mrs. Duck who thought they were geese (or perhaps the geese thought they were ducks). We broke bread and talked about god.
I fell out of the whole comic book thing years and years ago. Not that I still don't enjoy them. Far from it. But when I collected, I collected. And I didn't want to keep spending that kind of money every two weeks.
So, I stopped.
And the stories have continued on without my faithful readership. Picking them back up would be like watching season one of Lost, and then not watching it again until season four.
The best I can do now is check the occasional synopsis online about the stories I followed back in the day and pick up the occasional graphic novel or collection.
Y: The Last Man came very highly recommended and it the first two editions were well worth the purchase. And of course, now I want to go buy the entire series.
Accomplice: Mrs. Piper
Although I've read tarot cards many many times and have several decks, I've never had anyone do a reading for me.
According to the Medicine Deck, I have:
Spider medicine in the East
Antelope medicine in the South
Coyote medicine in the West
Bat medicine in the North
Raven medicine Above
Ant medicine below
Rabbit medicine within
And Horse medicine on my Right.
I really didn't want to sit at home tonight.
I go out alone. A lot.
Dinner on the patio at Café Boulevard and an accidental order of mushroom risotto (I thought it was something other than what it was) which was actually pretty good.
Birthweek continues.
Accomplice: Mrs. Piper
For the uninitiated, the Great Serpent Mound is a 1,330-foot-long, three-foot-high prehistoric effigy mound located on a plateau of the Serpent Mound crater along Ohio Brush Creek in Adams County, Ohio.
There is absolutely no reason why I shouldn't have went before now. I'm insanely curious about ancient cultures and civilizations, of mysteries of the past, and I live less than two hours away.
They say it resembles a snake eating an egg, but I think it looks like a gigantic sperm.
(hastily-done panoramic photo-stitch from the observation tower below)
The blurriness was a result of quickly trying to snap the photo before the server came walking back, looking at me oddly while I try to explain why I was taking a photo of the check.
Accomplice: None
Belly: Full of black & tan, portabella sandwich and fries.
I'm a bit of a geek.
In some ways. If a chart was made, I would score pretty high on the D&D/gaming/sci-fi side of the scale, but also score high on the bathing, see the sun, and knowing the touch of a woman side of the scale. Granted, they were all Asian prostitutes, but that's not the point.
Balance in all things.
I haven't had cable TV in eight years, so the whole Battlestar Galactica phenom had passed me by. Until today, I had never seen a single episode. I've heard tidbits and plot points and changes from the original here and there (and it seemed universally praised), but that was the extent of it.
But - although I wouldn't call myself a huge fan of the original series - the remake always sounded like something that I would also get into.
So tonight, I rented the initial miniseries and took it over to a friend's house to check out (who had also never seen it).
I was pretty much hooked ten minutes into it. After three hours? Yeah, definitely going to rent the rest of the series.
They did a fantastic job with it. If only all remakes could be this good.
The original plan for Day One was to meet up with a friend from Cincinnati and attend beginner ballroom dance lessons (I've taken latin, ballet, and modern in the past but never ballroom). But, something came up and she wasn't able to do it.
Shift to Plan B.
And I didn't have a Plan B.
Readers of my blog, to the rescue. One person suggested eating at a restaurant that I had never been to before but always wanted to try. And as it just so happened, a Cheesecake Factory had opened near my apartment late last year. It seemed like everyone I knew and everyone that they knew, in some sick cheesecake spiral of addiction, had eaten there at least four thousand times. A week.
I had some serious catching up to do.
A call to another friend to find a dining partner ended with an answering machine message, so I was going to have to eat solo - or was I?
Enter Kim W. (who directed me in Barefoot in the Park and The Eight), who coincidentally called while I was on my way to the ol' CF. And she just so happened to be free for dinner.
Long story short - I got my CF on. The menu has ads in it. Ads. And it weighs a quarter-ton.
What to drink ... hmm ...
A Platinum Mojito? With rum and more rum? Oh, sure.
Rum will henceforth be known as happy juice.
We ordered. Kim got a salad and cold tuna thing. And garlic noodles and stuff for me (yes, I'm a vegetarian who sometimes eats seafood).
And for pre-dessert? Tres Leches Cheesecake.
I say pre-dessert because the real treat was waiting outside when we left.
Opinion of Cheesecake Factory? One enthusiastic thumbs up and one successful new experience. Thanks to Kim W. for accompanying me.
Now I lay me down to sleep.
