It's just those days..

(I really like this picture. Like really really. Heh. The most adorable and awkward Midsummer's ever. ARRRRRT!!!)

I've spent the last three hours in admin mode. An email here, a touch there, a keeping up.. Then I dusted my front room carpet. Nothing's finished, nothing's done, everything's up in the air.

Cool thing: I'm going to the gym, where I'm going to finish memorizing a certain "Lost in Science" script.. Excellent!

Cool thing: Was lucky enough to be a part of a Shakespeare workshop yesterday. I now know that perfect amount of information: I am now certainly dangerous.

I loved the workshop. It was basically how to attack a script and, per the Globe, a stage. And each passage was like what I would daydream an archeological site/puzzle to be.. this means this, and this is a reference to this, and how do you say that, and check the meter, and what does the meter mean, and oohhhh! Plus ACTING!!! And gods and goddesses and kings and faeries and love and lots of blood and ACTING!

The gentleman (Eight years at the Globe! Really!) mentioned that he believes that how theater is done now'a'days is very alienating (which is why Hamlet said "we'll hear a play", but now, instead, we got to "see" them - - there's no more listening on either side. The audience has little stake in what's in front of them.) And this shot my brain into a big ole improv/interactive theater buzz. Why do people come and see interactive theater/improv? I do not know, but both art forms, at times, can be the opposite of alienation. Neither cannot exist in a audience-less vacuum: we are audience dependent (at most times.. certainly not at all times).

Interactive Theater, the American cheese of the art world, may be the future of theater! Improv, the daydream of the art world, will guide us and give us penguins! Active art making! Neat!

Smarter people will say it better. At least, less distracted people than I am today.

Then, I went to an audition (which included material which is almost exactly the opposite of what I'm blabbing about, but was super fun anyway).

I need to get up and go. And vacuum the front room. And get out of the house. But yet, stay in the house and do all the crap I should do. URRRGH. Let's just go, shall we.

Onward.

More than monthly..

Well.. trying.

How to eat oatmeal: With almonds and raisins and brown sugar. If you drop about a 1/4 cup of brown sugar into your oatmeal on accident, accept that it was meant to be. Drink with strong coffee if possible. Give to dog afterwards.

How to keep warm: wear lots and lots of layers. Feel exhausted as you're always covered by 20 pounds of depression.

How to watch PRIMEVAL! (Instantly Watchable on the Netflix): Recently started watching "Primeval", which, like much of British SciFi, is delightful, cheesy, and improbable. With DINOSAURS! (and some classy old horror-movie type movie tricks. And lots of Willhelms)

Anywhoo, a "time rift" has opened in Scotland.. London.. whichever. "Time rift".

Luckily, Scotland/London has a slightly sardonic and hardworn handsome paleontologist, along with his assistant, who is "not gay". (The subtext is waayyyyy better if Stephen loves Professor Nick). The rest of this hardscrabble team is made up of a geek and a pretty punk-ish girl. Everyone wears alot of H & M. They're constantly berated by beurocrats. And then there's a swat team. Was this written for 13 year old boys? YES!

Let's put this into the context of a drinking game:

a) Take a drink anytime the cute smart punk girl is seen in her underwear
b) Take a drink anytime Stephen looks to Nick for guidance.. but in a heartfelt way
c) Take a drink anytime the beaurocrat gives Nick a hard time, but then relents
d) Take a drink anytime Captain Tom Ryan goes in with his swat team to GET SHIT DONE!
e) Take a drink anytime the geek does something that actually works
f) Take a drink every time a crush is unrequited
g) Finish the bottle every time a crush is requited, but then is made impossible.

See? Nice clear archetypes. Perfect soap opery British fare. All of this, AND DINOSAURS!?!!!!

Pretty good looking dinosaurs too, in that new-fangled-shiny-British-BBC sort of way.

"Slings and Arrows" it ain't, but it is silly fun.

(I could possibly subsist on a media diet of Venture Bros., Flight of the Conchords, Slings and Arrows, Anthony Bourdain and now.. erm.. Primeval. *sigh* Thank you, Canadians. Thank you, Kiwis. Thank you, New Yorkers. I love you all.)

This has been a remarkably indulgent and not-personal-at-all blog. Erm. Along those lines, I also actually read a book too. "The Graveyard Book", which is possibly the best damn book I have read in years. Thanks, Neil. :)

"We Gotta Bingo" bings for another weekend (with a possible comeback in March? Who knows.. Minnesotans might really need to bingo more.) It's been lovely fun, with the best cast in the world. And the best band in the world. (This weekend, I got to dance with a 4 year old girl who told me, quite seriously, "I know how to really rock and roll." Yes, you do, Clementine. Awesome.) Improv A Go Go doesn't come back for a couple of weeks, but there's plenty to do in the meantime.

Hoping things are good.

Onward.