Dave (Stickboy)

Yes, I still live.  One day, I will actually start an entry that isn't just a reaffermation of my existance.

i am directing Metamorphoses in Nazareth.

I have been married for a YEAR.
 

I love my house.

I've gained weight and now actually rest in a correct weight class for my height.  sure, you can't tell by lookin' at me.  but I know it.

 

Life is gennerally good.

My spelling still sucks.

I have come to the conclusion that I was born to write for reality television.

The following is a list of shows that I will soon be pitching to major TV networks like "Telemundo" and "Channel 4, Spokane!"

WHO WANTS TO EAT THIS DONUT?
(The world's first 30 second reality TV show)

WHO WANTS TO DODGE TRAFFIC?
(The world's first 6 second reality TV show)

WHO HAS MY CAR KEYS?
(No, seriously.)

WHERE ARE MY PANTS?
(This one is semi-autobiographical.)

WHO WANTS TO LOOK LIKE A DECIMAL?
(A dance contest show where partners have hieght requirments.  One partner must be between 6.5 and 7 feet.  The other must be below 3 feet.)

"LOSE WEIGHT OR LOSE YOUR FOOT!"
(I can not take credit for this.  Thank you, Stef!)

"WHO WANTS TO FIGHT CHUCK NORRIS?!"
(In reality, it is 30 minutes of an empty warehouse and a still shot of Chuck looking lonely.)


I also heard today that Fred "Somebody Kill Me" Phelps and his Westboro Baptist Church of Latter Day Ass-fucks are on their with to ENGLAND to protest a production of "The Laramie Project".

ENGLAND.

PHELPS.


Seriously, you rip- roaring, hate-slinging, bible-thumping - tiny-dicked fuck face?  SERIOUSLY?

Go to hell.  I loathe you with the passion of 10,000,000 burning suns.  Maybe 11,000,000.

 

A)  I am still alive.

B) I am stoked about new furniture.

C) I am freaked out about being in Albee's "Zoo Story".  MONSTER 4 PAGE MONOLGUE WHAT?!

D) I am still alive.



More information as it becomes available.

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The goddess of the Underworld stood and surveyed her work.  She turned to the Stones around her and spoke.

"This river shall strip the dead of their memories, for those who have died need not suffer the memory of living.  No single tear shall enter this river, for tears are consecrated memory."

The smallest of the Stones spoke.

"You do realize that this is all going to belong to your son one day, right?"

The goddess of the Underworld sighed.

"Don't remind me."


Granted, the above will make no sense at all to ANYONE... but I am proud of it.

Want to know where it came from? (...aside from my warped mind?)
 http://www2.cedarcrest.edu/academic/prarts/events.shtm
(if you look in the top right corner of the banner...yup.  That's me.)

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Come see EURYDICE by Sarah Ruhl this weekend at Cedar Crest College!

I'm tipsy.  Wee!



1) Show over.  Great run.    Horrid offending 70's porn star facial hair: GONE.  Hair is still brunette, though.  I look... strange.  Next acting gig on my plate: Orpheus, Round 2.  (Sarah Ruhl ((sp)) "Euridyce"

2) We are moving soon!  Not far, just 5 minutes or less away.  Lovely house.  2.5 bathrooms.  2 bedrooms.  Free standing house on 3/4 acres.  Living with Shara and Zane.  Owned by the Old One.  Am. V excited.

3) I miss seeing many people.

4) I like merlot.


5) My internal editing has gotten better, given my current thought process.  Yay, wine!


7) there is no number 6.

8) I got promoted.  I am now working officially for "the Man".


aaaaaaaannnd...done.

Quick update...what did YOU think that subject line meant?!  Perv...

We are moving!  Not far away, thankfully.  Moving in with Shara and Zane should be a blast and a great way to save money.

I should find out by wednesday if I am getting a promotion at work.

Assassins is finally going damn well.  I no longer loathe babershop harmony.


All in all, things are going damn well.  A good friend is leaving soon, so that's sad.

A better update to come soon, and pictures of me once I get my hair, eyebrows and mustache (yes, you heard right) cut and dyed brown.  Oh, the things I do for my art...



Love and Peace

Well, i'm back.

Oh, and i'm married.

Well, most of you knew that.  :-P


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More later when I haven't been awake for 27 hours straight.

 I think that this is the first time in the history of my life that I have wanted to start drinking at noon. 


edit:
let me just throw this little edit in here stating that everything thing is fine.  i am just going insane.

 T-Minus 9 Days.



You know, it's funny.  People keep asking me if I'm nervous, or if I have cold feet.

Hell no.

What I AM is angry and stressed.  With a few exceptions, everything is falling into place nicely.  We just need to get the damn SEATING CHARTS from the RESTAURANT and MAKE THE FUCKING CHARTS.

Thank GOD we've got a 4 hour open bar.  After the vows, I will NOT be sober.




...who am I kidding.  Yes, I will. :-P

.....also, I have no idea why the word fucking is in Blue.  I didn't do that.

Well, consiously.


For now, I am off to the bar with Dad for thursday night Jazz.  We shall be joined by my mother, the lovely Becca and the equally lovely Stef.

W00t.

Yes, I do indeed have the creepiest LJ icon ever.


A big smooch to the first person to name the character.



"Please allow me to introduce myself..."

Well, we both got cast.

Becca - Sarah Jane Moore
Me - ...


...okay.  Bear in mind that I wend out for the tenor part, the young guy.  The part Doogie Howser played.  This would be the Balladeer / Lee Harvy Oswald.



I got cast as John Wilkes Booth.

In a play about bad guys, I get to play the Villian.

WTF?!

Dear Strange guy sitting next to me at the public PCs at work,

What the fuck?

Seriously.

You are watching golf on your break and TALKING TO TIGER WOODS LIKE HE CAN HEAR YOU.

...and frankly, calling him a "toad-fucker"?  

Please A) stop pumping your fist in the air because someone chipped a birdie or whatever.
              B) stop TALKING TO YOURSELF
              C) SHOWER.

thank you,
Me.

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I just laughed for 20 Minutes.  New Zealand Becca? Rei?   I'm looking in your direction.

Do yourself a favor and pause at the Mapquest directions.

KEEP RUNNING.  YOU ARE STILL BEING CHASED.

I'm going to be a big, prowrestling nerd now.

Last night, Ric Flair had his last match.  EVER.  

Yes, it's true.  Retirements in pro wrestling mean about as much as a fart in a cabbage factory.  Watching the genuine emotion pouring out of this man and all of his peers (..of which there are, like TWO.  let's face it.)... it was an amazing thing.  I sat and thought for a moment.

I started watching pro wreslting with my dad on saturday mornings when I was about 5.  In all 22 years of the revolving door that is WWE/WWF, there has been only ONE consistant guy.  He told a good story, he entertained and he kept me watching for over 20 years.

Adios, Ric.

Woooooo!

Recent milestones and milestones yet to be reached.

JUST PASSED:
My 27th Birthday.  So far, so good.

COMING TO PASS:
My first musical audition in 4 years is tommorow.  Eep.


One stress traded for another.  Sheesh.

RIP
Arthur C. Clarke



(...does enyone else see his coffin as being all black and exactly 3X6X9...?)

I don't really exist in the fan fiction circles.  I'm not in "The Scene".


So why do I keep getting ideas for cross over stories to write?


Damnit.

Next on the list: SPN/The Shining.

Think about it.

Sam, Dean and a 20 something Danny Torrence.

Dean: "No way."
Danny: "Leave it alone."
Dean: "Are you kidding me?  A survivor of the Overlook?  That story is like, legend with hunters!"
Danny: "Leave it alone, Dean."
Sam: "Seriously, Dean.  Maybe you should drop it..."
Dean: "Dude.  Did you get to keep the mallet?"
::Danny punches Dean solid in the face.::
Sam: "Told you."
Dean: "I may have deserved that."
Danny: "You think so?"

I'm thinking I might change the name of my LJ.  While I will forever be the Stickboy of PA, it harkens back to a loooong time ago.

I'm thinking I might need something more pretentious and and stuffy. :-P