Analyzing the Lump that is me.......

As I sit here at home, sipping a Hacker Schoor weiss beer, listening to THE WALL, and toking on a cigarette upon occasion, I realize I might be a little stressed. It is THE JOB. Of course, someone said, THAT'S WHY THEY CALL IT WORK. True - if work was fun, they'd call it FUN. "I'm going to FUN.....see ya!!" Now I know one co-worker reads this, and I'm not sure who else does. I'm not worried that my boss will read this, and I know the co-worker won't say a thing if I bitch about the office - she's on my side for that fight. Now, I know work is supposed to be work, but this is ridiculous. And I have great benefits, vacation time, sick days - things people in other jobs would kill for. I do not want to seem like an ingrate. I am lucky to have the job I have for as long as I have. But when do you see the sign that says give that all up and move on? Is the stress making the signs bigger, or are they figments of my imagination? Thoughts..............or questions.......or requests for resumes....................

Oh, Princess.......

A teacher asked her class, "What do you want out of life?"

A little girl in the back row raised her hand and said, "All I want out of life is four little animals."

The teacher asked, "Really and what four little animals would that be, sugar?"

The little girl said, "A mink on my back, a jaguar in the garage, a tiger in the bed and of course, I'll need a jackass to pay for all of it."

The teacher fainted.

Have a great weekend........

He Said WHAT Now?

So, before showtime last night, we were watching the Daily Show. Let me just say that Jon Stewart is a GOD. But they did a story about a young man who was booted from the military because he was gay. What was more shocking was that he was an Arab liguistics expert. This would be a good person to hang onto I think, but clearly he could not do his job because he's gay. They interviewed a gentleman who had no trouble with the fact that gays aren't allowed in the military (seems to be lots of them). You know the type - 60-ish, white, resides in a red state and talks like he's had a cock in his mouth more than once. Among his reasoning, which of course included shower ogling and incompetency due to sexy men near you, he actually said homosexuals are known to drink each other's urine. WHAT???!!?? Is this why I can't get a date? Because I was unaware that I was to drink a steaming cup of pee every day. Sometimes I really HATE people...........

The Effects of Ibsen

It is always interesting to find out how much energy it takes to run a two hour show four times in two days. My body is saying nasty things to me about it.....

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The audiences for the show have been better than I thought. This show isn't for most of the suburb we are in. And yes, we've had a few walk-outs at intermission, but less than I thought. The people that come and stay like it. That's a good thing. Not everything's going to be OKLAHOMA, and thank GOD for that.....

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So during intermission yesterday, I was watching TV in the basement. The NY Jets were playing somebody. I turned to one of the other men in the cast and asked if that was Chad Pennington, QB for the Jets. He looked at me incredulously. It wasn't because he didn't know, it was because this gay man asked about a football player. Poor guy was shocked by my "butchness" for a brief moment.

Turning to the Right

So I've been busy with rehearsals for the remount of the Ibsen show. Interesting things are happening. The power went out for about an hour and a half during tech rehearsal. And I've also decided that doing this show completely healthy wouldn't be a challenge, so I have developed a lovely inner ear infection. I am on poor man's Dramamine and it's helping. But every once in a while I want to fall to my right. Luckily, I haven't hit the floor. That could break a hip........

What Do You Say?

I think this will do it.

This Dad is NOT a role model

Oh this is priceless.....it reminds me of when a couple of my roommates used to coach kids' hockey. They told me I should sit in the stands with some booze and just take it all in.....

FROM OUTSPORTS.COM

Father Assaults Youth Player: Cory Petero of Stockton, Calif., is in the running for jackass of the year. Petero, 36, ran onto the field at his son's youth football game and blindsided one of the players, who is 13. On tape, you can see Petero's kid getting knocked to the ground by Brian Wood at the end of a play. The elder Petero obviously thought it was a cheap shot, so he upped the ante by running onto the field and leveled Wood, knocking him to the ground and nearly sparking a brawl.

Petero, an assistant coach on the team, was arrested and charged with felony child abuse. Wood's hit on Petero's son was pretty tacky and he was hit with a personal foul penalty. But that does not excuse daddy running onto the field and pretending he's Ray Lewis. The Delta Youth Football League has already kicked him out as a coach and it will be interesting to see what creative punishment a judge can come up with.

Ramblings II

Awwwww, poor Florida Republicans....seems they are having a hard time finding someone notable to enter the primary against Katherine Harris. You remember her, don't you? 2000 election, George Bush's lackey, make-up applied with a paint gun........remember? I feel soooo sorry for the bastards, I could spit........ Ain't karma a over-made-up bitch?

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Hey SunTimes. I hate your paper boxes. Lately, they all seem to be extra hungry. Fix them. Oh, and JESUS CHRIST, could there be some kind of upkeep? Some of these things look like they haven't been tended to since the Harold Washington administration.....

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I feel extremely sorry for Steve Irwin's family. But didn't someone kinda say IF YOU FUCK WITH NATURE ENOUGH, NATURE'S GONNA FUCK BACK? I may be paraphrasing here........

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I've heard this quote twice today - once on the radio and once in a song by TBC. Upon research, I come to find it was uttered by Mayor Richard J. Daley, daddy of our current dictator. And it goes a little something like this....
"The policeman isn't there to create disorder. The policeman is there to preserve disorder."

And Mama needs a cocktail.......