BUTT SEX!

This week I'm teaching middle school kids at the Eastview theater camp. In my group of rising 9th graders, there is a kid named Brandon. Brandon is well on the road to tranny-hood. He wears makeup and girls cloths and he makes a rather hot chick. Anyhow, each class (there are four: acting, singing, dance and tech) plays the name game so the teachers can learn everyone's name. There are many variations on the name game, but my favorite flavor is: "Hi, I'm [name] and I like [verb that starts with the same letter as name]." For example, "Hi, I'm Scott and I like swingdancing [begin swingdancing]." Now you try!

At the end of the day, all of the teachers congregate and discuss how things went. I was sitting next to Kevin. Kate (on the choir staff) was mentioning a small issue that came up during the name game. They were playing noun rules ("Hi, I'm [name] and I like [noun with same letter]") and the game came 'round to Brandon: "Hi I'm Brandon and I like boys." Then some jackass kid made a comment under his breathe. "Well Kate," I said to Kate, "that's why you should play verb rules. Then you're good unless he has the balls to say, 'I'm Brandon and I like butt sex' and starts thrusting." Then, as we're all cracking up, Kevin doubles over to reveal little six-year-old Casy sitting opposite in the circle, previously obscured by Kevin's huge head. Oops.

"Uh, hey Casy."
"Hi."
"You're cool, right Casy?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah ya are."

I am a force of corruption.

Sat, June 10

I'm doing lots of cave tours. Theater camp starts next week. "The Omen" sucked more balls than a Taiwanese hooker on speed. I have a new obsession: South Park.

Fri, 6/2

A behavioral observation: during the frequent discussion with my father over my lack of summer employment, I rarely have a leg of dignity on which to stand. Without any personal power, I defer my arguments to what I consider to be the stainless deity of Logic. For instance:

Dad: "You understand that your employment this summer determines your financial situation next year."
I nod
Dad: "And you know that you won't have any money for making purchases or paying your cellphone bill."
Me: "Dad, your first statement was completely accurate: 'employment determines financial situation.' But in your second statement you blindly assume that (1) Subway won't call me back, (2) the money I make at the caves will be entirely trivial, and (3) I won't find any other work. If you have such a casual ability to prophesy the coming three and a half months, you should be making quite a bit more than you do."

In this situation, my dad is mostly right and I am ashamed, so I assault the minutia of language.

Also, Half-Life 2: Episode One is so kick-ass, I almost peed.

Friday, May 12

The universe is amazing not when it is complex, but when it is simple.

Monday, May 8

• Steve and I drank a gallon of milk and ate a dozen doughnuts*. Uuuuuuuuu. We no feel so good.
• I've rummaging through my head, sifting for adjectives, but I can't seem to find any which do Oblivion justice. The game is spiff!
  

*They were free!

Moving Back

• John K. and I watched MI3. Phillip-Seymor Hoffman is sohoho evil, it's awesome (p.s., I didn't know Kevin Spacy was the new Lex Luther. WOW am I psyched for that!).
• So I stayed up all night not-packing, and then started packing at six thirty in the morning. Who says you can't pack all of your Earthly belongings in two hours?
• Well, the storage company (College Boxes) shows up, takes my contract, says they'll be back in a few minuets for the boxes, and then leaves without my shit. WHAT THE SHIT?! I practically shit a brick. My very kind suitemate agreed to hand the stuff over to those CB shitters since I had to catch my flight (which he did and all worked out well, except for the shittiness of everything).
• I shleped half of my worldly goods to the airport.
  
• In order to check three bags, one must pay an additional $80. Give me an S! Give me an H! [...]

• I have 3 minute of memory from the three hour flight.
• HOME! Dance, fools!
• Bravo! was very good, particularly the jazz band, as always they are.

What I'm noticing these days: Logos, fonts, typefaces.

5/4

This incredible paper is due to-morrow/day and I haven't gotten a wink of sleep. Perhaps you don't appreciate the state of my standing in this class. It is terrible! On an unrelated note, my attention span these days is total shit. I entirely blame tabs in Firefox. Incidentally, if you're not using Firefox, I seriously don't want to know you.

5/01

So, we finished our final performance of Cloud Nine today, which brings an end to my second year of studio. I have no conclusions. The kids hit Limerick's afterward and I found the whole party very uncomfortable.

I have a new pedestration game. I imagine being where I am looking, looking at myself walking. I envision what the world looks like to the people I pass: what do they notice, where do they look, who do they see (me?) and what's of interest behind my back. I also sometimes pick a spot across the street or atop a building or within a vehicle and wonder how the view is from there.

4/21

• StrawberryFest!
• My sister is the state champion in story telling!
  

Recently

• I've been lazy.
• I've watched Bullshit!
• I've thought about how lazy I've been.

"Naked people are their own reward." -Penn Jillete

Monday, April 3

• When God pours rain on my inept selection of wardrobe and my thong sandals give the blisters on my feet a hellava tickle, I find it best to think of the starving AIDS children in Africa.
• I raged all day.

"I bet Romeo marries his Juliet. They have a baby and make lots of friends, that's probably the way the play ends!" - Reefer Madness: The Movie Musical

Sunday, April 2

• I woke up at Tiffs around 2:30 (she was still asleep) and headed home.
• I flounced about.
• I beheld the Once is Never Enough musical review at Adler. It was capital fun.
  
• I then slunk into Been So Long during intermission. Oh my lord! Clare directed five wonderful forth years in a fantastic production. Franklin was actually in both the musical review and Been So Long. He is lovely. Molly and Kate (whom I barely know) were piss awesome and Alex - really the only cast member with whom I am acquainted - was present also. Nick made five.
• I glew home, and so ended my day.

Tuesday, March 28

• Hey class. I'm late. Whacha gonna do about it?
• Side project.
• Gym.
• Soup & Burger & 2 cartons of milk.
• Plotting and Scheming.
• Daily Show.
• Happy.
• Sleepy.

It is better to have beauty than to be beautiful.

Monday, March 27

• Another rehearsal, more blocking.
• Early gym.
• A relaxing evening with:

• Reading.
• Fake news.
• Music.
• Riya.

Poetry is the art of failing to define love. Good poetry fails with grace. Bad poetry fails oppositely.

Sunday, March 26

• Another proto-project.
• A student production took my language away.

Lion: My God, my children murder children.
God: Yes.

Saturday, March 25

• Stuff stuff.
• Gym gym.
  
• Guen's birthday party. I had a uniformly great time.
  

I'm not happy, but I am awake.

Friday, March 24

• My big day off!
• Strolled about town, reading.
• Watched some public domain flicks: Nosferatu, Reefer Madness, and Plan 9 From Outer Space (dear God).
• Began work on a proto-project involving streaming Internet video.
• Saw Thank You For Smoking.
• Saw Cruel Intentions.
• Slept.

Guen figured out my straight edge: I've just got a superiority complex.

Thurday, March 23

• 11:50: People who wake up after noon are losers.
• 12:00: Wowzers! My back hurts.
• 1:00: Hey, a use for my yoga mat.
• 2:00: Class. MEH!
• 5:00: Phirst phood of the day. I'm phucking starving!
• 8:00: Guess I'm not going to the gym.
• 9:10: Guess I am.
• 12:00: More phood.
• We'll see: I simply can't keep awake another second. PLOP!

"Live clipboard" fascinates and excites me.

Wednesday, March 22

• Great day at studio, Steph's class stood out (had a great contact improv with Argun).
• First real rehearsal with Jimmy.
• Got my iPod replaced.
• Spring is here: my suitemate and his girlfriend have been fucking (loudly) on and off for five hours. The stamina amazes me.

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Tuesday, March 21

• Class.
• Ideas.
• Gym.
• Internet.

Happy Equonox!