So.. I’ve posted a bunch today.  Nothing meaningful, mostly playful, and bunches of words.  I actually took down the post that was a survey because the font was strange and it took up way too much of the screen.  However, I do want to point out again that Greggie does have his own place now, and it’s linked to the left of the screen.  He’s a funny kid.  I enjoy him immensely.  He’s fun to be catty with.  I have some fantastic pictures of us during "A Civil War", where we are clearly angry about being alive.

Dooce, my hero (because I soooooo want to be like her.. all bloggers do), wrote about "Grey’s Anatomy" today, and she hit it on the head.  We also watched that show, because it’s one of the few shows I look forward to anymore, and I lost it at that same point.  When you try and be that strong, independent, and then you’re blindsided with something that is just thatfar beyond your grasp.. wow, to have someone hold you..

Waterpail, thank you for my smiles today.  Everyone needs a bit of "island escapades" on a day like today.

E, thanks for your wisdom and humor.  I’ll bring the whoop-ass if you bring the oatmeal.

Keboobalah, I never did thank you for buying my wine before they would let the cheap people in Tuesday night.  You’re a lifesaver.

Ra, keep an eye on your mailbox.  I’m sending you a letter.

To those who know and love her, Nina is having a girl!

Momma, thanks for lunch.  Even though there really was no fly and you kept swatting at something.

I hope Steph comes home soon.  I miss her.

We are heading to an improv night tonight.. which is ironic, cause Waterpail sent me a fantastic clip from Whose Line.  I love improv nights.  They make me feel witty.  I will also bring a camera.

.. the official winner of the Broken Wings – Best Dressed Couple award goes to..

BRYAN AND SARAH!!

Should they be unable to fulfill their duties as Best Dressed Couple, Mr. and Mrs. Waterpail will fill in until next year’s couple is crowned.
 

In response to an mass-email with cute pics of cuddly creatures on it:

.. um, okay.

 

 

Sometimes, we learn about processes or flaws in our processes and, as we learn them, we try our best to incorporate changes to correct them.  Such a flaw was pointed out to us this year, and as a result, a sharp-looking couple got lost in the shuffle.

So the Broken Wings awards would like to present Waterpail and Mrs. Waterpail with a Special, Honorary, Most Deserved, Recognition for Looking Damn Sexy at the Wings Awards.  The Award had previously been awarded to Bryan and Sarah, but a few votes came in late, and it put the Waterpails in the lead.

I love self-righteous people.  They always make me laugh, because they are so concerned with their own images and how they appear to others that they are NEVER consistent in how they’re perceived. 

I was emailed a diatribe yesterday from a fellow actor who pointed out that there was "bashing" of a certain director who was honored at Wings Awards this past Tuesday night.  This actor asserted that preaching "respect" for the director was obviously a hypocritical move on the part of those taking part in the bashing.

That actor obviously forgets the many and varied temper tantrums they through during rehearsals, where at one point, the words actually left this actor’s mouth: "No, I absolutely refuse to do that.  I think that’s bad directing."

I remember that distinctly.  Because it immediately set into motion my disgust for amateurs.

I use that word because experience means nothing if you’ve learned nothing from it.  And to stand before an entire cast of people and REFUSE to do something because YOU think it’s a bad idea.. ain’t your job, babe.  I don’t care if you’re a paid actor.. if you throw THAT temper tantrum, you are behaving as an amateur.  And if you were raised in MY school of theatre, the director would’ve politely said, "Okay, thank you for your ideals.  We will no longer be needing you in this show.  Please have a great day.  Producer?  Could you call one of the other 200 people who auditioned and WANTED to do this show?"

I did disagree with several things that occurred during that show.  And I discussed it with the director privately.  But I always, ALWAYS made an attempt at it before I argued it.  Because it’s not my show.  Or yours.  It’s the directors.

And as Fred so succinctly instilled in me, "It’s not for you or me to see.  We have to help them see what they’re looking for."

She earned her award.  I didn’t see YOU standing.