Tra la la la Weekend

Hey blog hey. Hmm. Okay, so Noodle is back in town. Yay! We had a good weekend. On Friday we went out with Madame Renea Knight. It was pretty fun. On Saturday we went out with Roommate K and shopped at the Manhattan Mall and the area. I got a very cute shirt at Jimmyz. I’d never been there before. It’s cute. Then, I met charming for coffee and walking. It was fun. He’s adorable and quite smart and I look forward to our next thingy. Noodle was having drinks with some former tour people and I went and met up with them. One of her friends who directed one of her tours had auditioned for Cloud 9, so I mentioned to her that I had seen her at the auditions. She asked if I got cast and I told her yes. “Oh, then you know my brother.” Her brother played Harry Bagley. Annnd, he also performed in a production of Aunt Dan and Lemon at University of Denver that both Noodle and I saw. CRAZY! The world is so small. THEN, yesterday morning, Noodle and I got up to go see a sublet for her up in Washington Heights. We got there and she told the guy, “This is my friend he’s just tagging along.” He looked at me like I was the weirdest homosexual alien he had ever seen. He kept looking at me so strangely that Noodle and I got really uncomfortable. Finally he spoke up, “were you in Cloud 9? I love that play and saw you in it.” CRAZY! We were on our way after that to the Cloud 9 barbecue in Brooklyn. It had be is a crazy small world, ya’ll. We had a great time with the Whirled Peas. They’re a really fun bunch, and so is the cast. It turned out to be a great great experience. YAY! Today at lunch, I am meeting with someone who might be able to get my career kicked into high gear, and I may get seen for that production of Superman with her help. Wish me luck!!

AND at some point Noodle and I found ourselve standing outside the loading area at Trader Joe's calling out to our favorite Trader Cricket. It was lovely to see him. Hey Cricket hey!

Alrighty, the Office calls. TTFN and don’t forget DOODLE!

Equity: To be or NON to be

I am NON. I tried three times throughout the course of the day yesterday to get seen for the York Theatre Company’s production of It’s a Bird It’s a Plane It’s Superman. It was my first time “crashing” an Equity Principal audition. It wasn’t nearly as terrifying as the stories I’ve heard of open calls at the AEA audition place (where I’ve never dared go being a NON). Anyhoo, the monitor took all the NON’s headshots/resumes into the director who then typed us out by our pictures. I brought in a photo of me as Dr. Sedg (thanks Darladiva for the advice). I sent that in with my headshot and I was one of the few NONs that the director was interested in seeing…time permitting. Well, from 12-1 time did not permit, I was instructed to come back around 3-3:30 because there were some open slot then. I ran ran RAN back to The Office and asked if it would be okay if I went back out for a bit around 3. Luckily they said yes. Unluckily, when I got back to the audition spot all the space that was originally available had been taken by EQUITY people not on the list. Oy. I asked if it would behoove me to come back at 5 and the monitor said yes. I ran ran RAN back to The Office. Worked a little longer, left work early, and then ran ran RAN back to the audition. The monitor had just released all the NONs because they were not going to get seen. I sat there, trying to cool off from all the running and listened to the last people audition. Some were good, some were bad, but no one was phenomenal. The VERY last EQUITY guy sang my song. It wasn’t funny, it wasn’t moving; it just was. Anyhoo, the director has my headshot and a picture of me doing acrobatics with my face. Is this what we call the WORK part of trying to be a working actor? I left disappointed and TIRED. I trudged off to the gym to let out some aggression. However, as I trod to the dressing room, a charming smile greeted me from the depths of a contraption that makes your delts deltier or your lats latier or your quads quadra-please stop me. (My aggression quickly flitted by the crunching meatheads and out the steamy windows across the way). We chatted about possibly seeing Coram Boy because he heard it was the worst thing ever and we both enjoy a good flop. Anyhoo, I’m looking forward to hanging out with him on Saturday. We shall call him Charming.

Tonight is my voiceover evaluation. Wish me luck. I’m really looking forward to getting behind a mic with some copy. Woo hoo.

Doodle.

Macoosh tagged...

Jude Law, Barrett Foa, Ben Foster, Michael Pitt, Joseph Gordon Levitt

Macoosh

Finally the gym pays off!

Well, I have lost about 12 pounds since embarking on this whole gym thing. I no longer cringe when I pass the mirror. I still throw up, but I don't cringe.

But seriously, I re-met a very charming fellow at the gym yesterday. We've seen each other around (at Marie's the first time), a random party in Brooklyn that Cricket took me to, etc. Well, it turns out he lives down the block at that fancy pants building on the corner (you know).

(hums Some Enchanted Evening to self)

;)

d o o d l e eeeeeeeeee.

F R e e D O M ?

Darladiva and Cricket asked how it feels to be free/have nights free. It feels scary. Now I have time to think about my life. Who wants to do that? Honestly, these past two projects have kept my mind completely off of (throws up) healing from Carter. Blah. I just want to go on pretending it didn’t even exist. I don’t know. Sometimes I long to see him on a street corner so I can smile and say hello. I don’t hate him and I hate that he probably hates me. Ugh.

What’s next? I’m going to work on a voiceover demo. I have my evaluation this week. I’m really interested to see what they think of my crazy voice and what direction they think I should go. I’m also going to work on writing the next Parodivas show. Not sure when we’ll DO it, but if it’s written, that’s at least a starting point. We shall see.

Noodle will be back in town tomorrow (I think), so we need to find her a sublet and a temp job or something.

Beyond that, who knows? I’d like to go on a date. I haven’t done that in lord knows how long.

Hmm.

Thanks again to everyone for coming to the show. It meant the world to me.

And thanks to my two favorite geminis for helping me pick up the cute boy in the green shirt. That went well.

And thanks for my feathers Mr. Man, I love them.

And just for good measure: dead babies

Doodle.

I can cook too

I made myself this spicy cheesy jalapeno omelet with a side of roasted peppers. Isn't it pretty?

Tonight's the night! Cloud 9 closes and most of the posse will be there to see it. Holla! See ya'll tonight.

Happy Birthday (yesterday) to Cricket! I heart you.

Middle of the week...

Last night I went to New Dance Group for an artists gathering, where new works and such are read (I’m told). Well, it turned out that all the usual attendees were otherwise engaged. You know how busy everyone is RIGHT NOW. It’s crazy. So it ended up being just Farrah, a lovely girl (and cheese) Brie, and doodle's truly. We read The Dead Guy by Eric Coble. It was quite a lot of fun. I got to play the main guy Eldon, who is a dead beat John Cusack type. I said shit a lot. It was hott. The play is about this fellow (me) who gets propositioned by a TV exec (Brie). She says she will give him 1 million dollars, to spend in 7 days, as he chooses. It all has to be filmed by Dougie (Farrah). And he has to die on the 7th day. The audience is going to vote on how. It’s a funny little play and an enjoyable commentary on reality television (which I never watch every day). Anyhoo, it’s worth a read, and I have a copy if you had be is want to read it.

Idol was okay last night. They kicked it into mega-cheese mode and turned it into a children’s charity. Whatever. Yay kids. Woo. My favorite is Jordin. The quality of the stupid tape wasn’t great, but she sang You’ll Never Walk Alone from Carousel and it was great. She or Melinda should win. DO IT RIGHT AMERICA.

Anything else? I have an audition for the host of a cooking competition show today. The character is a bitchy butler/assistant to a billionaire and his Chihuahua Pico. Yes, and yes please. I just hope my facial acrobatics don’t explode the camera lens. Woops! Think good thoughts.

Cloud 9 closes this weekend. Wow. Then what?

Doodle.

I bought this post at 99centstore.com

I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.
Mae West

Heroes was good last night. I'm glad it's back in my life. I'm also glad that American Idol is back in my life. I have to run home and put a tape in because I am going to a reading of a new play tonight at Farrah's NDG. Holla Farrah, holla. I'll let you know how that goes.

POST Weekend POST

On Friday I ran home and rested briefly before heading to the show. The show went very well. Actually the audience on Thursday night was the laughiest (at me) of all so I hearted them. We had good audiences all weekend thanks to Kaitlyn. She always has at least 5 people in the audience. Holla! Her mom came down from Montreal. She’s adorable. The show on Saturday night was SO WARM because of the sudden weather change. I thought I might melt and die, but I made it. THANK GAWD.

After the show on Friday I zoomed over to the Duplex to meet Darladiva who was finishing up her quickie show. Apparently she ROCKED THE CAZBAUGH. I polled audience members to confirm. We all headed over to get some Mexican McDrinks and Chips which was quite lovely. Sir Willio joined for that. He’s in tax hell, so we didn’t stay too long. We popped back up to midtown and had a final drink at 10th Avenue Something or Other. Woo. I slept in as long as possible before getting up and getting ready, getting my gym stuff (for between shows) and headed off to the matinee. Another good show. Yay! I haven’t done a matinee in AGES. I’m not a fan. I tried out the gym in Soho. It was lovely (surprise surprise) and empty (yay!). I did some circuit training (because Men’s Health Online told me to). I am determined to be hot(er?) this summer. My first summer single in two years is CRAZY. Watch out boys he’ll chew you up. Umm. Ow.

Shows shows shows hooray. After the show on Saturday night I went out with the peas and crew to Lucky Strike. They basically have two for one martinis so I f’ing love them. As we were finishing up one of the peas Quats (sp?) invited me to go with her to Lasagna in Chelsea. “There’ll be lots of mos there. You’ll be my wing man.” “Okay.” It was interesting and quite fun at Lasagna. Quats is a celebrity to the crowd there, so that made me a pseudo-celeb. There was a very cute but VERY wasted (and for me to say so means he was WWYWYWYWSSAASSSTIIIID) boy who took an instant liking to me. He asked one of the girls I was with my name so that when he walked up he approached and said "Hi Jason." Crazy. At 4am when we were leaving the bar I opted to walk Drunky to the train. 4am?? Yes. I didn’t get home until after 5 because Drunky had become extremely enamored with me. He couldn’t tell how, but he knew that he knew me from somewhere. That’s the second time this has happened in a few weeks. Am I on some billboard somewhere and I’m not getting residuals?? Ain’t right. Anyhoo, he decided that I was a “normal” guy and that I didn’t have “issues” and that we should go on a date. Sure Drunky. Sure. We exchanged numbers and after some smooching I sent him on his way. Oh, he wanted me to come home with him, but he lives in Jersey. Uh uh. I hopped in a cab and went home.

I was supposed to meet this lesbian clown Sunday at 12, so I went to sleep as fast as possible. Oy. Ten seconds went by and it was time to get up. I called the LC and reconfirmed that we were to meet (desperately hoping she’d say nevermind). She didn’t say nevermind. Oh well. I made it to the village somehow and met with this crazy crazy woman. We went over the stuff that she wanted me to do. I’ll have to tell you in an email the details (if I can piece them together) because I’m sure that she googles “lesbian clown.” Love you LC, LOVE YOU. (Un)fortunately I have to call her tonight and tell her I now have to be out of town the weekend of the performance because of a personal matter (Darladiva’s show). I just CANNOT do it. That’s the way it goes.

After that I popped over to Barbecue to make sure that no one showed up unexpectedly for brunch. They didn’t, so I decided I would walk around and do some shopping, etc. Yay. I bought Old Navy. Then I walked over to View Bar to have some cheap brunchy drinks=food. This little fellow ended up chatting at (with) me for a while. Then he invited himself to come with me. I told him I wasn’t going anywhere and he said he didn’t care, he still wanted to tag along. Weird. It became very awkward at this point. He was WASTISITED. As we got closer to my apartment I told him I was just going to head home, but that it was lovely becoming new friends. He used the loo, we exchanged numbers with his promise of attractive single friends, and then went on his way. Bye weird new friend (who lives in Jersey…weird).

Then I walked up to the outdoor market and looked at schmidt. I continued on up 9th avenue and went into That Bar for a drink. I ended up chatting with yet ANOTHER fellow who is a teacher on the UES. He teaches 4th grade. Wow. He asked if we could get a drink or dinner sometime and I agreed. His favorite bar is the piano bar Brandys (you had me at piano). Then I did some grocery shopping and went home. I made some spicy Mexican-y goodness while watching tv and then went to sleep by 11. Even still, I woke up SO TIRED. Mondays are so blech. BUT, THIS MONDAY IS ALMOST OVER. That’s all for now. Heroes is back on tonight! Holla!!

doodle

One Year Blog-iversary Post 4 (SCROLL DOWN AND READ IN ORDER please?)

I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH (yes, even you Sir Willio. Now get back to those taxes). Aren’t you all excited for the Spring weather that will soon be upon us? I can smell the pedicures. What? I think ew. But stars always get pedicures, and so must I. It just better not rain on my newly clipped and polished toes because that will make me MAD (scientist).

Thanksgiving is all about the big turkey (Carter).

I’m glad that my new role in The Office is permitting me to write the LONGEST BLOG POST IN THE HISTORY OF BLOGGING! Thanks office, thanks. And thanks for also paying me enough so that I can do occasional showcases for free. That’s good.

Man am I a whore.

But back to The Office for a second. That’s it. One second.

My dear readers/friends, the end of this long long long…long post is almost here. I just want you all to know that you’re the one(s) that I want to suck my youngblood. What? What does that mean? You can’t end like that!

Doodle.

One Year Blog-iversary Post 3

Oh Noodle, you are almost finished with tour, I can’t believe it. What will you blog about this summer?? I don’t recommend blogging about Kenny Melmann’s singing abilities. If worded improperly, it can turn into something it oughtn’t. However, if The Parodivas, get their schmidt together and put up their new cabaret this summer, you will actually GET TO SEE IT.

This always gives me perspective. Perspective? That’s my mantra for year 27, but you already knew that. Remember when that plane crashed into that building on the UES? That was crazy. And now these days there is something just as crazy plastered all over the TV. Crazy that we spent so much time on and around that campus when we were in Virginia. Crazy that I performed on that campus in Singin’ in the Rain. It all seems so distant from us, but really we’re all connected to it. Whoa serious.

He writes
He sings,
He pauses
He is DOODLE!!

If you were bird-like, which kind of bird would you be? I’m going to say I’m an emu.

Someday we’re going to have a theatre company and we’re going to push each other to create wonderful theatre that provokes thought. Soon.

Second to purple, what is Doodle’s favorite color?
Black
Green
Blue
Vodka
Post 4...

One Year Blog-iversary Post 2(dle)

FIRE! Just kidding. Ha. I haven’t gotten a chance to see Friday Night Lights as of late because of all the rehearsals and such, but maybe I’ll try to watch it when it comes on next week. I don’t think my Grandma Schmidt would have liked a “program” about football in Texas, but maybe. She might have enjoyed a musical about recluses on Long Island though. That’s a little more certain. Gwenners, when are we going to see Grey Gardens? Let’s go soon. You have to watch the documentary first. Dooo iiiiit. Oh, and Gwenners, am I going to be your new gym date on Tuesdays now that Darladiva is never free and now I AM? Let’s work that out (ha). If we stick to it, perhaps we can fit into those cat suits we plan on wearing this Halloween. Perhaps. It’s a goal, anyway. And if we DON’T fit into the cat suits, we can just go as characters from Heroes (cuz that won’t be passé by October). Pshaw! Do you know what the stars say for me today? DO YOU? I’m speaking to all of you now, not just Gwenners.

“Things could be up and down for you today, dear Libra. You might experience some confusion as a result of communications snafus or computer glitches that affect financial issues you are trying to solve. Persevere and you will succeed. Don't be surprised if you are recruited to join a project that is totally new to you. You may be apprehensive at first, but you will do just fine. Go ahead and say yes.”

I hope this means I’m going to be in a threeway or fourgie soon. Do you think that’s what it means? It could also mean that I look like a kangaroo. One never really knows. Do kangaroos have strong livers, because that would be f’ing cool? Macoosh (who first inspired me to be a blogger) don’t you think that would be cool? You know who’s cool? Madame Renea Knight. And why? Because thanks to Macoosh inspiring me, and me inspiring her (she was also inspired by others, but I am taking the credit HERE) MRK now has her own blog. YAYYYYYY.

The last time I went to Marie’s was a lovely time indeed. It provided for a very eventful Sunday morning that was well spent. I don’t think that Joseph Gordon Levitt is Mr. Moodle, but he was a decent Mr. Moodle for right noodle (not Noodle, she will be mentioned in a bit). Also, not Mr. Moodle, it would seem, is Myster Ian. What up with that? Oh well. Can’t say I didn’t try, sort of. Well, I just have to hope that Mr. Moodle is here in the best city in the world, New York City. I think that is feasible. Niwa, do you think that is feasible? I mean, you met your Mr. Moodle here. He’s freaking hott. So hott I have to end this post for now...

One Year Blog-iversary- Post 1

One year ago, I decided it would be a good idea to create a blog. I don’t really remember why exactly. I know that I was really enjoying Macoosh’s blog. I know that I wanted to commit to writing a lot more. But I think all of that was secondary to just thinking it was a cute idea. Woodle.

Okay, I thought that reviewing my early posts would inspire me, but IT DIDN’T. So, I found inspiration elsewhere. In my LABELS. Many many many of them have only been mentioned once. So, I am going to CHANGE THAT RIGHT NOW.

Once up a time:
I USED ALL CAPS
WHY? BECAUSE I LOVE MY AUNTIE SASH!!
Though, she’s never been to brunch with us, nor had the opportunity to see one of our cabarets, she knows that both are as dear to me as Christmas (in Oregon with her). I’m in a little play called Cloud 9. My nsbf Cricket will be attending it on or around his upcoming birthday on Friday the 27th. My dear friend Darladiva reviewed it over on her site…check it.

Hang on one second, I need to write a letter. Brb. Here’s the letter I wrote:

Dear Doodle’s Diary,

I am writing to let you know that while your frequent mention of dead babies is funny, it is also quite…hilarious. Occasionally, dd, the mention of dead babies makes me REALLY EXCITED, SO EXCITED THAT IT FEELS LIKE IT’S FRIDAY AND I’M ON CRACK, but I’m not. I’m not on crack. Does smack count as crack? DD, I wanted to let you know that I am going to follow the advice of the ever-so-wise Darladiva and begin to gently search for my new beau. She’s a great life coach, dd, I highly recommend her. When I think of how much she’s helped me, I can’t help but sing,

“Every man has his own special dream, and your dreams' just about to come true.
Life's not as bad as it may seem if you
open your eyes to what's in front of you.”

That’s all for now, dd, I must go. Someone in a powder blue jumpsuit just walked by and I must go and arrest them.

Ttfn DD,
Doodle

Okay, glad that letter is finished; now I can continue with this post (in the next post)...

I'm just a Broadway Baby

I was sitting in a dive bar in Hell's Kitchen on Friday night, after the show and a familiar face walked in. I knew him from Martin Short Fame Becomes Me, and Songs for a New World. I really wanted to connect with this fellow because we share something quite unique in common. So I leaned over and said "Excuse me, is Brooks your real first name?" "Yes, yes it is. Why?" "Well it's my middle name and I was just wondering if your parents named you that or if you or an agent chose it. I'm glad it's your name. My father says I was named after the baseball player Brooks Robinson and my mom says I was named after a character on Young and the Restless." "I'm Brooks Ashmankas." "I know. Nice to meet you."

I also chatted with a very handsome fellow who is currently in Chicago with Bebe. It was amazing. I'll tell you in person since apparently people read this here blog. He was the most positive person I have met in a long long time.

Moments later, I was at another bar and Billy Porter was there. I didn't talk to him, but found it interesting I had such a Broadway-y night.

Then, I think the very straight-seeming bartender hit on me. I'm not sure. I'm really not. But, he said he's going to try to come and see Cloud 9. He also told me he smoked up earlier and watched Blades of Glory. What? Me too.

Tagged by Darladiva

You've Experienced 68% of Life

You have all of the life experience that most adults will ever get. And unless you're already in your 40s, you're probably wise beyond your years.

How Much Life Experience Do You Have?

For Auntie: A Tribute to Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. died on Wednesday. He was very important to Auntie Sash and so I am posting this for her. She forwarded a little excerpt from his book Cat’s Cradle that goes so well with my little blog:

(Bokonon is the religion discussed in Cat's Cradle. I haven’t read it, but will be doing so ASAP)

Doubting Doodle is WET

Last night was….okay. No real issues with costumes or anything, but it seems with the addition of all this new stuff, my characters have suffered. I suppose it makes sense and it’s okay, but by the time notes were finished after 11 last night, I was feeling obliterated. I couldn’t keep my eyes open on the train ride home. I’m honestly not sure how good this show is. I can’t tell. I know that the actors are all very good and I know the play is good, but I don’t know…

Just being doubt-y I guess. Hopefully in 12 hours when it’s all said and done and I’m sipping champagne with the cast, all of these doubts will be distant distant after-thoughts.

I hate the rain. I hate it mostly because I prefer to walk to work because it is faster than taking the bus. By the time I got to work I was completely soaked. My socks, shoes, and pants are still wet and I’ve been here for two hours now. What am I to do? I guess I have to get my ass out of bed early enough to take the bus. It seems silly. Would that I could use the car service I book for everyone else here. Would that I could. Would that I could.

What are YOUR thoughts on the rain?

1 week since last post= bad blogger

Okay, okay, I’m back. I’ve been so tired and busy and busy making up tired excuses as to why I haven’t blogged.

The morning of Eyster deserves to make it to blog-land. Don’t you think Joseph Gordon Levitt is hott? Me too.

Eyster brunch and festivities beyond were WONDERFUL.

Monday, I took a half day because I was exhausted. I’m glad I did because our first night of tech was challenging. We made it about ¾ of the way through the first act. We picked up from there and finished teching the show last night. I found that now that I’ve got my Act 2 character down, it’s a breeze. So, that’s nice. Annnnd, I don’t end up sweating buckets (in the 2nd act). YAY. Tonight we have an invited dress which I am quite excited about. I’m honestly so tired I don’t know how I’ll do it, but adrenaline is a wonderful thing. I’m ready to get this show opened and on it’s way. I really can’t believe that it’s here and will be gone in a little over two weeks. That had be is crazy. I’m very excited that the summer time slowy-ness of corporate America is on it’s way. Leaving around 5 every day sounds like a dream. HOLLA!!! Ms. Noodle is coming back as of May 1st, so if you know anyone who needs a sublettor, let me know. She is not opposed to boroughs as she wants to live cheaply for the next three months before she heads out on ANOTHER tour. Good for her. I don’t know how she does it.

Well, that’s that for now. I shall return to my normal sleeping patterns for a few days a week, starting next week, which will be nice. Annd I can cook again! Yay!

Exclamation point.

Doodle!

My homo-logical clock is ticking and other schmidt

Maybe it’s this play. Maybe. Maybe it’s that my lease is up for renewal, and I may have missed the opportunity. Maybe my girlish figure is pumping too much estrogen these days, but Doodle wants to find Mr. Moodle and move into a giant one bedroom and make babies. Well, maybe martinis instead of babies. I don’t know. I’m feeling the need for (ew!) romance. Ugh. All this sexual politics and blah blah blah that I’m around every night in rehearsal is getting to me? Somehow a play written by a feminist regarding women’s roles has put a domestic bug in my ear. How is this possible? Get out of there you silly domestic gay bug! I’ll cut you buggy. OW! I’M DEAF I’M DEAF! What? I have no idea, I’m deaf.

Today is my one year anniversary of being cast in my first role in The Office. I don’t know what that means. It’s amazing considering the ups and downs of performing this role. Sometimes I feel like I should just give up all this acting and work in an office. Like an Equity children’s theatre tour. UGH.

Where is Moodle?

When’s it going to happen?

Can I get some booze poured in my face? GAWD.

Just write something down, anything at all.

I haven’t felt the urge to bloggety blog so I’m simply forcing myself. I’m beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel. As I look over my calendar for April I see several nights OFF. Once the show is up and running I will have Sunday-Wednesday nights off. That is wonderful. AND I get Friday off because it’s Good Friday. I still have rehearsal that night, but THAT IS OKAY WITH ME. I just want to sleep in. I’m ready for true Spring weather and the first pedicure of the year and wearing lots and lots of flip flops. I’m ready for that. Bring it. What else is going on? Cloud Nine is ever-challenging, but good. We’re all off book and really working on our characters and their relationships, and now adding musical elements into the show. WOO HOO. We’ve moved into the rehearsal space next to the theatre. The theatre is very cute. It’s a small black box, seating 70 people. It should be fun to work in that space. I’m anxious to begin adding the other elements, like sets, costumes, wigs, lights, etc. Nothing else too exciting, other than Eyster Brunch on Sunday at our favorite barbecue place. Holla!!!

Next time I’ll write something better, until then, D O O D L E.

Saturday's Post: Helen York Schmidt

I love you Grandma Schmidt. I remember sitting with you listening to NPR as I tried to figure out my Honors Geometry homework, wondering if it would all be okay.

It will all be okay.

Love,
Jason

Bloggety Friday Blog

I AM SO GLAD THAT IT IS FRIDAY. It has been a very long week. I can’t take much more of this working all day and then working all night. It’s crazy. I am really looking forward to when this show is up and running and I have Sunday-Wednesday nights off. I can go to the gym, I can cook, I can watch reality tv. AND I can get to work on the Parodivas next cabaret. I’m excited about the brunch show we’re seeing on Sunday. I’m going to try to link it. One moment. Youngblood is had be is good is had is. Okay, I’m back. Woot. Then after brunch, I think I will go grocery shopping so I can make food for the week. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I’m so glad that Darladiva is in 9 shows and Gwenners is a budding online video star (not porn) and Niwa is a sugar mama, and Noodle only has ONE MORE MONTH, and Madame RK is okay, and Sir Willio is my co-whort. :)

Rehearsal is trucking along. I am very close to being memorized for Act 1. I have less to say in Act 2, so I hope that will move faster. We shall see. We tried some costumes last night. Nothing really fit me because I’m a giant woman. Soooo, I’m hopeful that the designer will come up with something lovely. Woot woot.

Wouldn’t it be loverly if we woke up Monday morning and ALL episodes of every sitcom like “The Office” or “Lazy Lizard” or “Too Close for Financial Discomfort” or “Advertisin’ Queens” or "The (gay) Accountant" WERE CANCELED? I heard it was possible from the fairy I met after dropping acid in my eye. Let’s all take five minutes today, turn our heads away from our monitors and our telephones and pretend that it REALLY COULD HAPPEN because some day soon it will happen and we'll be interviewed by Babwa Waltews. She'll ask, "so tell me about these bwunches." We'll all giggle, pause, and say, "who remembers?"

Enjoy the pauses.

D o o d l e

BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGG.

I’m at a plateau with the stupid losing weight thing. It’s annoying. I just can’t seem to get over this hump. I know it’s because I don’t have time for the gym, because of rehearsal, but I have managed to squeeze it in a few times a week, somehow, because I’m crazy. Anyhoo, I wanted to lose weight to squeeze into the dress, but it doesn’t seem that’s going to happen. Maybe by the time the show closes, since I’ll have more time to workout I’ll be svelte again. Blahg.

Ummm, what else? The Office is weird. I really don’t know what my role is, but it seems to be going better than it has, ever, so I’m just going to keep on truckin’.

C9 is going okay. I’m getting closer to the characters. I just need to get off book so I can stop thinking about the lines and think about the intentions. Blahg.

The weather yesterday was glorious (I’m told).

Blahg.

As Darladiva pointed out, I look like this kangaroo.

3 Dollar Post

I kept wanting to post but work and my dentist appointment got in the way. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaan. I ended up having last night off from rehearsal which was WONDERFUL. I got to enjoy my clean apartment, and I made some food for the week so I don't spend so much money and I have something at 10:30pm when I get home. Yikes! I have made some progress on my lines but need to make A LOT MORE. Oy. I wish I could spend more time at work working on the work I want to work on but alas I have to do other work. Anyhoo, I marked kissing off that list below this weekend. If only I remembered any of their names. Sir Willio kind of recalls what they looked like. Wooot!

Come see Cloud 9!

We open April 12th and run through April 28th. Shows are Thu-Sat at 8pm with Sat matinees at 2pm.

www.whirledpeasproductions.org

reservations: whirled_peas11@yahoo.com

Access Theatre

380 Broadway (two blocks below Canal)

You better post, bitch

Hewo. I am feeling better today. The ignoring of the cold seems to have worked, somehow. Yay! Last night started off as a major challenge. I had an espresso around 5:40 or so to get me pumped for the three hours of rehearsal before me. I was just so tired yesterday, I didn't know how I was going to muster any sort of energy. I'm runnin' on empty these days. So, by the time I got to the Players Theatre in the West Village, where we're rehearsing, I was obliterated. The coffee had long since worn off and my body was shutting down, ready for bed. About two minutes after that it was time to start blocking. Wow. It's kind of blurry between then and about an hour into it, but I got my 93rd wind and was suddenly having a grand time in the drunken lesbian wicca scene. Ahh thee ay ter. Then we blocked a very touching moment with my hot boyfriend. Mm mm. Then I ran home like it was the end of the world so I could eat something and GO TO BED. I woke up feeling much better than yesterday and pleased with rehearsal last night. Tonight we finish blocking the show and then tomorrow we will begin running it. I HAVE TO MEMORIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZE! When am I supposed to do that? I'm always rehearsing. I have to memorize during rehearsal? I guess that's not so preposterous. I might see Myster Ian's show tomorrow night. Hmm. Then, the cleaning lady is coming Sunday. I'm going to let her in, go to the gym, come back, see how she did, and then head off to my brunch date with the best bitches on the planet, including my second true love (second only to vodka) Cricket! He doesn't have to teach Sunday night, so he can brunch. And I don't have rehearsal. YAYYAYAYAYAYAYAAYYAAYYYYYAYAAYAYAYAYAYAYAY. Is it Sunday yet???

Doodle doubter

Rehearsal last night was challenging. I spent the whole time doubting if I am even capable of bringing what's needed to the character I play in Act 2. It's weird because he's a lot like me. I have to be more honest than I've been in a long time. Onomatopoeia honest. I guess I should try to remember how I mustered up the courage to do that and feed into that courage. I just felt like I was floundering on the stage and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to hide my gigantic 6'2'' self behind my tiny 6" script. And believe me, I tried to hide behind it. I tried. I need to pretend to garden. I don't know why I couldn't even fathom how to do that. I felt like an ass hat on crack. Oy. Tonight we go back to working on Act 1, which is my comfort zone. I'm glad to be back to doing something that doesn't suck, but I know that I have SO MUCH WORK TO DO for Act 2. Anyhoo. Wish me luck or divine intervention or something.

I miss seeing shows. Back in the time of P. I did see basically everything. I am just completely booked from now through April. Oh well. I'll see shows in May, or something, I guess.

I don't understand why people who work in offices in very very close proximity to others would leave their cell phones on. Put it on vibrate or silent people. Those ringers are so annoying! Believe me, I know. I would be mortified if for some reason Noodle called my cell during the day and I had forgotten to put it on silent. "If you were gay, that'd be okay, I mean cuz hey, I'd like you anyway. Because you see, if it were me, I would feel free to say, that I was gay but I'm not gay." TURN EM OFF.

Welcome to Niwa. She is linked over there ----> as Sombrero Chic. Chic out her blog and comment. And since we're welcoming blog virgins, Madame Renea Knight is also blogging now. She is linked as Knacht something ---->.

Is it over yet? I don't even know to what I'm referring but I hope the end is near.

Tuesdays are for real posts.

Your primary focus is often on relationships, and now they are emphasized even more. Your creative instincts are also strong these days and whether they manifest in your interactions or within your own individual process, it's crucial to keep an eye on the future rather than living completely in the present.

Thanks Darladiva for reminding me that online astrologers know me better than I know myself. "Creative instincts...strong?" How did you know Online Astrologer? It is so easy to live day by day (oh dear lord these things I pray) and forget about what's ahead. Work, rehearsal, sleep, work, rehearsal, sleep, etc. I have to put dream in there. I'm dreaming that the agent I submitted to will actually open the envelope and remember me and send me an email saying, "LET'S MEET AND GET STARTED ON YOUR CAREER!" Sadly, I don't think her assistant's assistant showed her my materials. But that's okay. Thanks to Darladiva, there is a seminar that this agent does and I'm going to take. Also, once C9 is up and running, we open on April 12th, I'm going to get my voiceover demo done and doner. Then it's off to the races on the many many projects on the backburner right now. Parodivas have GOT to get back on stage by June. The first draft of Ono has to get completed and read. And I have to get my co-artistic director hat all spruced up so we can move forward with PUSH. And then there's the 10 other ideas I have running about in my brain. A show about Danny Kaye, a show about Noel Coward, a show for Noodle, Madame Renea Knight's cabaret (nudge nudge), etc etc. Anyhoo, that's where I am on performancey writer stuff.

Having two pretend boyfriends is good, don't get me wrong, butt. I'm going to end that there. I'm TOO busy to date, butt it would be nice if. Sigh.

I am 92% sure I am going to renew my lease and stay at my apartment another year. The Spring episodes of The Office are going much better, and I think I'll ask the writers to keep my character on the show through next season. Of course as we all know, this sitcom is tricky and unpredictable. WHO KNOWS???

C9 is going very well. My favorite scene thus far is the lesbian scene where my son's governess kisses my teeth. Mm hmm. You know you want it. And yes, I may have a show crush on my husband. Dean, if by chance you are reading this I am just kidding. I'm not kidding. Look a meteor ----------> (runs away screaming like a woman)

doodle.

Ay! Oh, you.

one new post. tomorrow. really.

yes, a girl did have to kiss my teeth. she did.

"Reception"

Spacing out in the fortress of solitude,
She stares blankly at her screen.
Thoughts of deco and mod flicker, but don't connect.
The digital chaperone on the phone that doesn't ring says,
"Blink. Blink. Blink. 2:42."
The weekend aroma piques her interest
And she sits up straight in her chair.
A healthy glow spites the 3 o'clock slump,
Suddenly she's two hours from life.
It's a good thing she's all alone
Spacing out in the fortress of solitude.
No one can hear she's elated to leave.

Thursday Currents, a tag

Current book: Cloud Nine

Current sounds: Squeaky mouse and typety type type

Current guilty pleasure: Imaginary wedding & googling to find articles on Superman.

Current colors: beige

Current food: maybe mexican across the street, maybe

Current drink: half english breakfast, half lemon zinger tea

Current outfit: taupe-ish shirt and black pin-stripe pants, woo

Current fragrance: Guess.

Current wish-list: An agent, voiceover demo, lose 10 lbs, kissing, more hours in the day

Current film:... Pan's Labarinth, a hundred years ago

Current anticipation: Table read of Cloud Nine tonight

Current triumph: Dr. Sedgwick in Superman

Current bane(s) of my existence: trying to balance my real job with my fake job and being honest about which is which

Current indulgence: Being online at work, rather than working.

Current #1 blessing: Balance between humility and confidence, it's tricky

Current mantra: It's all about perspective, in short, Doodle

Super Doodle - Opening Night-oodle

Woo freaking Hoo! I was petrified, I must say. I really didn't know how it was going to go, but it went very very well. There were some mishaps and some prop things that called for some adlibbing, but those moments were some of the best. Soooooooo nice to have an audience there to LAUGH. Mmmmm mmmmm good. That schmidt is better than crack. Tonight Gwenners, Cricket, and I think Madame Renea Knight are coming. I am thrilled to have a cheering section. I need some "woos!" in my life.

My Grandma Schmidt, Helen York (I love the strength in her name) passed away this weekend. She was one of the smartest people I'll ever know.

Superdoodle is coming trudle

Okay, we DID a run-through tonight and I feel SO MUCH BETTER. I am at 92%, I would say. After, I walked for a bit with one of the cast members who said some very complimentary things. The one that made my heart go pita platter, was, "you are the next Gary Beach." THANK YOU. That is a wonderful wonderful compliment, and it inspires me. Guess what that means Darladiva? We're goin' to see Mr. Beach in Les Miz. Yes sir!

I can't wait to share this with you guys. I look forward to hearing you in the crowd.

Gotta watch my american idol tape, while eating dinner, so I can get to bed!

Happies

Darladiva has tagged me so I must obey.

What are my doodles, I mean happies, I mean doodles?

-Superman
-Cloud 9
-Pita patter
-Seeing Gwenner's reading on Saturday
-Gym time with Darladiva yesterday, we rock
-189.5
-The gemini crowd & Mama Noodle
-Perspective
-Coffee
-A little break between work and rehearsal tonight; time enough to go home, regroup and go back out

Doodle says, "

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "

Sometimes you just gotta yell, even if it's an e-yell.

Maybe I'll put up a real post soon. Maybe.

THE SHOW IS IN LESS THAN A WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK.

oh my.

He works hard for the...fame?

Somebody post already! Oh wait, I guess I mean me. Woops. I AM TIRED. The coffee tries it's best but it is just lightly attacking the tired. Up at 8, work at 9, out at 6, rehearsal at 7 out at 10 dinner at 10:30 sleep by 11:30. Yikes! Who's life is this? Oh well, not too much longer. There are much worse things to complain about, but I wouldn't be human if I didn't complain, right? RIGHT?? I'm yelling. Rehearsals are going quite well. I have no concept of the timeline of the show, because we haven't done anything in order, but I suppose that will come...soon...I hope. Last night we finished up all the blocking and I had a great time fleshing out my juicier scenes. Does that sound naughty? Speaking of naughty, Superman changed clothes in the middle of the room. My goodness, he's super. Ummm, there's really nothing else to report. Just workin' and rehearsin' then rinse and repeat. What are YOU doing today?

A simple quotation that made me think of Gwenners

"I loved the late Gilda Radner. I love Carol Burnett and Lily Tomlin."
Tracey Ullman

Me too. Me too.

Heroes & Spicy Gumbo makin' Monday suck less

Boy-o was I tired from this weekend. I really could have used a weekend from the weekend, but alas, Monday still came. Stupid Monday. Rehearsals are going to kick into high gear this week. For those of you who told me "learn your damn lines bitch" or something along those lines, you'll be glad to know that I spent an hour at the gym reciting evil scientist banter. It really worked. I am about two pages from memorized. Of course that will all be thrown out the window when I start rehearsing with humans, and not ellipticals, but most of the words are in my brain and we've still got time. Woot woot.

Right now, I'm eating a grilled chicken breast with some spicy chorizo and okra gumbo that I made, while watching my favorite show Heroes. Holla! Okay, it's back on, be back in a second. Ohhhhhhhhh suspenseful. I hope the cheerleader isn't dead (even though I know she isn't because her thing is rapid regeneration). At least I'm not a comic book nerd with a blog. Oy. Okay, time for more gumbo.

What did you all do tonight?

Okay, I guess that's it for the post. Heroes is back on and it's time to dig into my seconds. I think I'm going to watch the Oprah thing after this. I'll try to update you on rehearsal on Wednesday.

DFN (Doodle for Now)

The Year of Doodle (the actor)

Hi everyone. I just wanted to post a thanks for your believing in me. That support system, combined with audition advice has built a confident performer. I gush because I just got cast in the Whirled Peas Production of Cloud Nine. I will be playing Betty/Edward and I could not be more thrilled. Basically as soon as Superman closes, I will go into rehearsals for this and that freaking rocks, I must say. I can't wait for you to see my crazy take on Dr. Sedgwick in Superman and then see me play a British woman and then her grown son in Cloud Nine. I had be is versatile, and I do mean sexually, I mean I don't, I mean I do. Ohhh and if for some reason a MAC member shows up here, I love you and would greatly appreciate your voting for the Parodivas on the prelim-MAC Awards ballot for Best Comedy Duo or Group! We do provide bribes, just name your fee. And if you yourself are on the prelim ballot and trying to make it to full fledged MAC nominee, the Parodivas accept chocolate covered cash.

TTFN & Doodle!

A letter to DD

Dear Doodle’s Diary,

Yesterday I had a follow-up doctor's appointment to go over the blood work that I had done a few weeks ago. I am happy to tell you, dear diary, that everything is a-okay with doodle, even his liver. I thought that little guy must’ve packed his bags and asked his friend Pancreas to take over, years ago (namely when doodle was living on a bus and in glorified motels on Singin’), but he apparently is still working. So, I’d like to give a shout out to the ying to my yang, my liver. Thanks buddy. I couldn’t do it without you. Moving right along. There is one test that is pending, but hopefully I’ll have that answer soon and my hypochondriacally crazed mind can sleep at night. I may even choose to join it. Who knows? The world is my oyster, dear diary, and I’m going to slurp it down with a shot of tobasco. Yum-o. Since I seem to be in a thankful mood, thanks to Sir Willio for recommending my new doctor. He’s really great and I feel I can tell him anything which freaking rocks. ROCKS. Dear diary, I also want to thank Darladiva for being my agent/acting coach of late. Because of her I am working in a great show and I have the confidence to nail my call back for Cloud 9 tonight. So, dear diary, if you wouldn’t mind letting her know, I’d be appreciative. As you know, dd, perspective is the doodle of 2007. And I’m finding that it could really get the chance to shine. REALLY. Anxiously waiting in antici-------------------------------------------------------------------pation. What else did I want to tell you dd? My god, if I don’t start seeing results from counting my calories and going to the gym, somebody gonna get hurt. I wish I could go to the gym more, but because of rehearsals and life, it’s turning out to be 3 times a week at the most. I want to go crazy and run for 2 hours, but I just can’t. I can’t get past the 40 minute mark. I can do it so easily when I’m with my gym bunnies, I mean buddies, I mean bunnies. Sigh. What’s a doodle to do(dle) dd(le)? WHAT? I need to finish learning my lines. I am procrastinating and I don’t know why. I guess I should be doing that instead of writing to you dd, but I know you’ve missed me and I know your friends Satellite and Pause and A Chuisle miss you. Anyhoo, I guess that’s all for now dd. It’s been nice catching up with you again.

Yours,
Doodle

Let's bring on the men, a post about relationships...ew

I had a dream about getting back together with let’s call him “Bart” last night. It was such a short and crappy relationship (4 months) I don’t know why I fantasize (in dreams or otherwise) about what it would be like to get back with him. Perhaps it’s because it ended abruptly and was out of my control. Aha, I think that’s it exactly. I want to get the control back and I don’t have the means to do so. Even if it is to get the control and then finish the relationship on my terms. Hmmm. I’d prefer not to call it a relationship, but then that puts my grand total for life at 3 long term relationships. 3 men who have been on the receiving end of “I love you” from my lips. I can’t help wondering what the right guy (forever or for right now) is supposed to be. These three fellows were all so different; it’s hard to even pinpoint anything that connects them except for me. There was something inherently sweet about each of them that gradually went away completely. What does that mean? I turn sweet guys into jerks, by telling them I love them? Great. Might as well be a black widow. At least she gets a nice meal. What’ve I got to show for this? Well, I have a rambling post on my blog to show for it. That’s neat. So, since we like polling people and quizzing them and forcing them to flesh out our blogs with words of their own…I ASK OF YOU: what attributes are most important to be the next companion to Doodle? I’ll get us started:
-Get’s my sense of humor and laughs, often
-Knows how to carry a martini “across a crowded room”
-Only uses “ya’ll” if referenced in a knock knock joke, ie.

Doodle's Answers

What does the B really stand for?
Bull

What is my favorite color?
Purple

I should have been born with what color hair?
Red

My stepfather is my mom's fourth husband.

My brother is named Shane.

My father is a chainsaw carver.

What is my best friend's favorite color?
Pink

What did I do as a child when I got really upset?
Climb into the top of my closet for a cry (yes, my mother had to ask me to stop crying and come out of the closet).

When I was ten I lived in what state?
Confusion. No really, Florida

What's my imaginary yorkie's name?
Cunty (this is a bit of a trick question because she has a twin brother named Cocky, but we're not sure where he is).

Doodle Quiz

Create your own Friend Quiz here

Everyone else is posting, so must I

I have nothing to add. I keep meaning to take a look at my lines but I keep getting distracted. Looking forward to dinner, and show, and drinks, and drinks, and drinks with women this evening. I just booked an audition for Cloud 9 for Monday evening. I LOVE THAT PLAY! I did a piece from it for KCACTF (Kennedy Center Acting CTF) my Freshman year of college. An "event" during that trip inspired the first play I wrote. Woo. Sue Falls has yet to see the stage, but maybe some day. Wow, this is turning out to be the drag queeniest post and I didn't even mean for that to happen. I need to run out to get something to eat. I'm going to strap on my stilettos and put on my winter boa and head out into the wintry wonderland (grayish brown snow). What ever shall I return with? Probably some sort of soup. Goodness I AM SO INTERESTING.

Haiku-dle from Doodle

6
Back brace breaking me
Itchy scratching never stops
Mother rocks to sleep

11
Eleventh birthday
I’m feeling fat by the lake
Friends never notice

Super Doodle: Episode 3

Last night the entire cast was called because we were going to learn the music for the BIG ACT 1 FINALE/ PRODUCTION NUMBER called It’s Super Nice. Then, afterwards we would be learning the choreography. Keep in mind the stage is probably 12 feet by 8 feet, give or take. This number really features our 6 ensemble members, so we didn’t have to learn too much music. The choreographer called the girl ensemble in first, and then the boy ensemble to work the dancety-ness, we were to be added later. So, we worked our solos, duets, ballet combinations (just me) with Music McDirector. The beginning of this one song I do is so weird and recitative-y (talk-sing-y for Darladiva) that I just could not seem to get it. I talk for a measure then sing for a measure, back to talking, and the rhythm is weird and people are watching and listening and judging (in my head) and so it was frustrating. I didn’t get it til a bit later when I suddenly had a break from the rest of the cast (I’ll elucidate in a moment). Okay, blah blah, we sang our songs, then went into the dance room. It is SO CUTE (the dance, not the room, the room is fine). Very 60’s. Corey O’Grapher started to fill us into the back behind the adorable dancers; he called up that guy, then that girl, this the other chick, and that one fellow, and then there was just me, poor little Dr. left. Anyhoo, it turns out I don’t have to dance. Darn. You’ll see what I do have to do when you see the show. Let’s just say the director and producer missed most of the choreography. Eh hem. I’ll tone it down of course, because I am a GIVER. Anyhoo, the rest of the cast continued learning the dance, etc and I got to go back and work with Music McDirector on my songs with no one else in the room. Perfect. I finally got them down. Yay! That’s that for now. Looking forward to having tonight off. Oh, and I got my cd of the show in the mail yesterday. Actually, someone brought the package over to the owner of The Office, who was standing near my desk and said, “here you go a cd came for you.” He opened it and said, “oh it’s a bird it’s a plane it’s super..., uh Jason I’m so sorry I think this is for you. Sorry to have opened your mail.” “Oh that’s okay.” Whatevs.

Doodiful Girls

Last night Crickpot and I saw Follies at City Center. It was such a great night. I was most excited to see Victoria Clark while Crickpot was stoked to see Donna Murphy. Is that gayer than butt sex? The show started and every time someone made an entrance they were given huge entrance applause. I honestly found this a bit tiring, but I felt, as the other 900 pabillion people must have, that these people are all veterans of the stage and so deserve our praise (even though we couldn’t see which veteran was which because we were sitting atop an oddly shaped chandelier (or close enough)). The music is so wonderful. That was all I was really familiar with prior to last night. I knew the basic story that all these actors from the Follies come together so many years later into a theatre that is populated by ghosts of their former selves. As Crickpot pointed out, the story is really great. It is such a “journey.”

Victoria Clark’s portrayal of Sally was superb. She is a fabulous actress and if she wasn’t already a mommy I’d offer to have her babies. Her delivery of In Buddy’s Eyes was divine. I wish I had remembered my opera glasses so that I could have seen her expressions more closely, but even from where we were (atop chandelier) we still got it. Yum.

The French chica (I should have said mademoiselle) was hilarious with her rendition of Ah, Paris! Tres bon!

Mimi Hines’ Broadway Baby was everything it should be.

Christine Baranski was just sort of off in I’m Still Here. Sad face.

Victor Garber was okay, but when he and Victoria (yes we’re on a first name basis (now)) sang the Act 2 closing number Too Many Mornings, my heart sunk into the floor and then jumped to the ceiling as the curtain fell.

Donna Murphy is more royal than purple. Could I Leave You? was moving and strong and funny and brilliantly executed.

FUN TIMES! Thanks Crickpot for being the bestest date ever.

Hats off,
Here they come, those
Doodiful girls.
That's what
You've been waiting for.

An open letter to "anonymous"

From my dear friend Gwenners:

Oh, no. Sooner or later this is bound to happen. A comment I made on Doodle's blog yesterday was taken in a way that I didn't intend. Upon reading it again, I can see how it could be interpreted in the way that 'anonymous' took it.

I said "talking like made about finding a composer/piano player who cannot sing" - first of all, I said "made" when I meant "mad" (oops, I think I was still drunk!) and secondly, if 'anonymous' is who I think it is, I offended the person that I was so enthralled with during the performance of "At Least It's Pink" on Friday night at Ars Nova.

Let me explain: we saw said show on Friday night. LOVED SAID SHOW. The four of us that attended are performers/writers/singers/improvers who could not shut UP after said show was over. We talked about how wonderfully the show was set up, how we loved the quirks, surprises, skill of not only Bridget, but of someone like the composer of the show, who we think is a BRILLIANT musician/composer.

I cannot play the piano; I am always searching for a piano player/composer/music director that has the kind of skill Kenny Mellman does. I am always so astonished when someone like Mr. Mellman generously takes a 'sideseat' to a singer, especially when he is himself a singer (which we saw/heard on Friday night). I said to Doodle, "I need to find a composer/piano player who cannot sing so they won't discover they can do what I do on their OWN and leave me!" and we all agreed that yes, we need to find a musician that NEEDS the singer. Kenny Mellman needs no one to sing a song. He is capable of doing that completely on his own. Unless I want to sing acapella (which I don't), I NEED a piano player. And any singer worth a grain of salt will tell you just how HARD a good one is to find.

'Anonymous', I am sorry....from the bottom of my crispy (yet pink inside) heart.

Umm.

Doodle likes Indian "food"? What kind of food do they serve in Australia?

All the girls had such a fun time last night seeing At Least It's Pink. Then the one or ten drinks after were pretty good too. I fell at some point. Fun times!

Dead babies. Two for one special.

Doodle.

Superdoodle: Episode 2-dle

Last night we had a blocking rehearsal with the principals and supplemental music rehearsal during our “down” time. I ain’t really gots no down time. A few snippets here and there. This is a lovely problem to have. I must say. The blocking was pretty basic since we’re performing in a very small space. VERY SMALL. But I think that makes it more fun and challenging. I got a few comments like, “I hope you’re great at learning lines.” Isn’t that my job? At least part of it. Anyhoo, I thought that a bit strange, but whatevs. The show is odd, but it’s going to be fun for us and for the audience, I think. I ordered the cd, so I can obsess over it on my walks to and from work and while cardio-ing at the gym. I plan on curling up with the script tomorrow and trying to get a big chunk of dialogue memorized. I wish the cd would come today, but I think it is scheduled to arrive on Monday. Sigh. At least I’ll have Monday night to listen to it before Episode 3 on Tuesday.

The sitcom I’ve been working on is going okay although Tuesday was a bit rough. After I got through that though, it seemed to smooth out. Blah blah blah.

Tonight I am seeing At Least It’s Pink, with Darladiva, Gwenners, and Crickpot. I AM SO EXCITED!! We’re having drinks before…and after…and probably during. It is a bawdy cabaret featuring a big brassy blonde in a bustier. Hott. No plans for Saturday, except studying lines and the gym, and then Darladiva and I have an audition on Sunday, after which I hope we’ll have some brunchedy goodness somewhere. I also need to do laundry and clean the mess that is my apartment. I’m seriously considering hiring someone because I don’t have the motivation or time to do it. Thoughts?

Have a HOTT weekend everyone! Doodle!!!!!

Thursdoodle: Darladiva inspires!

Darladiva has written another zinger of an article on Broowaha.com. Check it out and then rate her so someone will take notice and pay her so she can call herself a writer judgment-free. She talks about that diggiest of party-going questions, “what do you do?” I have a new response, “I’m a soul-seller. I only have one client right now, but I’m looking to expand my client base. Are YOU interested in giving me your soul? I can guarantee you a nice bonus come Tree Time.” “We’re Executive Assistants!” Darladiva and I piped to an adorable waiter in an adorable purple polo at this healthy lunch spot we happened upon during a shopping lunch. He was so genuinely interested, we had to quickly dissuade him and let him know we wanted nothing more than for cute EA’s to come into our healthy lunch spot, where we’d be the adorable waiters wearing aforementioned adorable purple polos. Alas, Darladiva and I desperately need and enjoy our health benefits that we went too too many years without. Dental appointments should not invoke panic attacks for reasons other than the fact that dentists can be freakishly scary. I should be scared of the dentist and his rusty tools, not the fact that I am poor and will never be able to afford whatever it is that is wrong up in my mouth. I look back in nostalgic terror when I think of the time I heard those horrid horrid words, ROOT CANAL!! (insert creepy-angry sound effect). And I heard those words days before I was to debut a solo cabaret. I couldn't put it off any longer. I am STILL paying off the credit card I have lovingly deemed Dental Debbie Debt Card. Bitch. I hate that whore and the interest rate she rode in on. Alas, being a soul-seller, I have seriously attacked my debt due to the nice bonus that arrived in my (still) struggling bank account around Tree Time. I do see freedom from this little monetary phase in my (seemingly) former artistic life. I do. The day will come when at a party on the Upper East Whatever I will gladly announce to that bimbette of an Accounts Payable clerk who is mistakenly dating my actor friend, “I AM A GYPSY!!!” And I do mean Rose Lee.

Super Doodle: 1st Episode

Last night was the first rehearsal/read-through of It’s a bird…it’s a plane…it’s Superman in which doodle’s truly will be playing the villain Dr. Abner Sedgwick, which ya’ll already had be know. Despite a way too warm room (and we all know how much doodle’s truly sweats when he’s a workin’), it was a very fun evening. Everyone is very fun and funny and “whatte whatte whatte.” We sing that at some point in the finale. We went through the entire script marking all of the cuts that Mr. Director Man had judiciously made to get the show from about 2 hours down to 90 minutes. There are some more cuts to follow that are yet to be finalized. We made it through, just reading the lines, no music, with notes about cuts in about 80 minutes or so. Ummmm, I have some work to do. I have some wordy wordy dialogue that I am excited to take on, but it’s gonna take some work. Who wants to run lines????? Then we learned the music for one of the big ensemble numbers “It's Superman,” and then we learned the finale. Woot woot! Tomorrow the principals are rehearsing and I believe Mr. Director Man said we are going to block the entire show and learn music in our down time. This is going to be a whirlwind process. 5 weeks!

Dood, can Doodle doo it? Stay tooned…

Company Logo and Name

Darladiva made me. Bent Proscenium

The end of 5:59

Angry void is head-throbbing
Numb and staring at screen.
Typing with detached fingers,
Writing thoughts in the air.
Life is this long hallway
Leading into unknown sky.
I’m always floating in dreams
Desperate to re-ground myself.
Fancies fester freely
But never touch down.
The clouds are in my head
Fluffily frosting my thoughts.
Hoping for answers
To too many questions
I sigh and slink under the desk.
Here I hide from it
Clueless as to what that means.
I hear the tick-talk of the clock
Waiting for the end of 5:59.
Rinse and repeat
Until death do us part
I am not my job.

Friday's wisdom (influenced by 3 margaritas)

Gwenners and I saw All that I will Ever Be at New York Theatre Workshop on Friday night. Thanks to Flying Figs for the free tickets! This is a new play by Alan Ball, the creator of Six Feet Under, which she and I both had be adore. It was a lovely little hustler play with some great lines. Most notably, an older gentleman (played beautifully by David Margulies) says to the main character/hustler (played hottily by Peter Macdisi) "People don't pay your kind for sex, they pay you to leave." Something along those lines (sorryAlan if I paraphrased). Yes, Alanand I are on a first name basis; he just doesn't know it yet. Back to that line. It caused such a wonderful reaction in the audience. Little gasps, and ohs and oohs. Poignant. Michael rocks. The play was quite enjoyable and had a little twist in tone at the end which worked well. Patch Darragh played several characters, all of whom were so different it was difficult at first to realize it was the same chap. Bravo Patch. Bravo! Anyhoo, after the play, Gwenners and I met Crickpot for some booze and buckets of chips (and salsa). It was a lovely little time, and the moral of the story as muttered by doodle's truly:

"I'm all for sexy tofu. It's like women. I'm not going to eat it, but I'm glad it's there."

It’s a bird…it’s a plane…it’s Doodleman OR Darladiva is my agent

Soooooooo, on Wednesday Darladiva insisted I come along with her to her audition for It’s a bird…it’s a plane…it’s Superman. This little flop musical is being presented by the Opening Doors Theatre Company. Through networking in the cabaret world, we are friends with Hector Coris who is their associate artistic director/marketing guru, I think. Sooo, why not accompany her and see if maybe they can put me in, since I didn’t have an appointment? And since every time Darladiva brings me along on an audition and I’m not necessarily prepared and my heart isn’t set to be broken, I typically give a pretty good audition. It seems that this still rings true, even though I can’t remember the last audition I had. After a bit of waiting, I went in and sang and they asked me to come back tomorrow to read for Dr. Abner Sedgwick, the mad scientist. Of course. I rushed home to download the cast album from iTunes so I could learn this fellow’s song(s) in case they wanted me to sing them. No such luck. I guess iTunes hasn’t gotten around to uploading flop musicals onto their site. Well, the next night I headed over to my callback and looked over the sides. This fellow is eccentric and crazy and has 5 Chinese henchmen named Ling. I mean really. Of the five fellows (not Chinese) who were auditioning for the role, I was by far the youngest. Surprise. Anyhoo, they kept me for over two hours reading with this guy, reading with that guy, etc etc blah blah. All in all it was a great audition, I had them laughing, and I felt satisfied with what I had done. Semi-long story short, doodle’s truly will be playing the role of Dr. Abner Sedgwick in It’s a bird…it’s a plane…it’s Superman! Holla! Thanks Darladiva.

In other news, I’m wearing a bright red shirt today and you’d think by the looks I’m getting it has pictures of dead babies on it or something. Gawd. I don’t wear that shirt to work. I’m decent. Geez.

Doodle

Getting to know Doodle

My dear friend Mr. Leggs sent around one of those little getting to know you emails, and I thought why not be cheap and use that as my Mondoodle post. Enjoy and I hope you'll post your answers either on your blog or as a comment below. Doodle!

1. What is your occupation? Corporate Drone/Budding Superstar Comedienne
2. What color are your socks right now? furry leopard slippers
3. What are you listening to right now? P.C. Richard & Son commercial
4. What was the last thing that you ate? chicken soup
5. Can you drive a stick shift? Yes
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? cornflower
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Darla
8. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Dearly
9. How old are you today? 27
10.Favorite drink? Vodka and Crystal Light
11. What is your favorite sport to watch? High Impact Extreme Ballet
12. Have you ever dyed your hair? So many times, blonde, red, black...oh my
13. Pets? Does alcoholism count as a pet?
14. Favorite food? Mexican
15. What was the last movie you watched and did you like it? Pan's Labrynth, amazing
16. Favorite month? September
17. What do you do to vent anger? Why do you think I have ulcers?
18. What was your favorite toy as a child? Windy Bear (as in twist twist, not gust gust)
19. What is your favorite, fall or spring? Fall
20. Hugs or kisses? Hugs
21. Cherries or Blueberries? eh
22. Do you want your friends to respond? bring it
23. Who is most likely to respond? Darladiva
24. Who is least likely to respond? Sir Wilio
25. Living arrangements? Live with my roomie in Chelsea's Kitchen
26. When was the last time you cried? pretty recently
27. What is on the floor of your closet? closet? below where my clothes hang is a dresser-type thing
28. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending this to? Doesn't it seem like we've known each other for hundreds of years? Well, she's known me my whole life, auntie sash
29. What did you do last night? made some spicy asian type food and passed out
30. Favorite smells? Food so spicy you tear up
31. What inspires you? Funny
32. What are you afraid of? Mediocrity
33. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Spicy
34. Favorite dog breed? Teacup Yorkies
35. Number of keys on your key ring? 4
36. How many years at your current job? .75
37. Favorite day of the week? Sunday
38. What states have you lived in? TX, CO, MT, NY, VA, Tour Van, Tour Bus
39. Favorite holidays? Parodivas Day, Oct 13
40. Ever driven a Motorcycle or heavy machinery? I used to drive around the neighborhood on a riding lawn mower. Does that count?

Happy Post

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I suggest everyone take some Vitamin B-12.

This blog makes it quite apparent that I am bi-polar.

I am going to bundle up and brave the hideous cold to get to the gym where I will make myself unnecessarily hot then cool down to bundle up to brave the hideous cold to get home where I will make myself warm as I huddle next to the radiator. I think tonight might be the night for ordering in (poor delivery man) and watching meaningless television. Yes, me thinks. Oooh, and I have some wine too. That is hott. I mean coldd. Who(m) am I kidding? I don't know what the hell I'm(m) saying. I'd better go before I...

Doodle.

Doodle? Doodle.

Tired? Coffee comforts, coddles.
Gym? Image....Gymage?
Ugh? Smile. Smile. Smile.
Cold? Cashmere comforts.
Work? Bank Account benefits
Lonely? The burn of stifled tears.

Questions? Diversions.

Heroes is back in 14 minutes!!!

Why must there be Mondoodles? I object.

Last night I made pork chops, collard greens, and black-eyed peas for dinner while watching You’re the One That I Want. It was fine. I like the Gay Danny. He toured with Hairspray, was on a soap, blah. I’m just glad that it is at least possible that someone with credits might get the role. Blah.

On Saturday night I met Crickpot downtown and we saw Gutenberg the Musical. Thanks to Darladiva’s Smoosh for the cheap tickets! It is so so so so so good. If you have a chance, I really think it is not to be missed. It was just so much fun. And Darladiva, I totally felt the way that you did. Why didn’t we think of it first? Or something like it? We should brainstorm a show with this type of concept. Totally our cup of doodle. Anyhoo, these two character actors are quintessential character actors, playing a million roles so specifically. Christopher Fitzgerald did a Boss Hog-type as the villain Monk. I mean, do you know who Boss Hog is? I want to be Jeremy Shamos. When I saw him in Reckless I wanted to be him, now even more so. Such wonderful physical work combined with great voice work. Yummy. It was just a lovely experience. Soooo, I totally intend to buy the cast album (hopefully they will produce it) and obsess over this for at least 2 months. Wootle.

What else did I do? I met Sir Willio for drinks after the show at That Bar. It was eh. I chatted with this couple who want to be my “friends.” Hmm.

On Friday, Darladiva and I went for drinks and then hopped in a cab back to Queens to um…drink some more. It was crazy, but fun. We watched Cry Baby with Johnny Dep, which I’d never seen, for some reason. Camp. Love it.

C’est ca. Doodle.

Doodle thinks he's funny

Old Man Doodle

Doodle gets real.

Okay, I admit it. I’m not being proactive about finding a role on a sitcom I’ll like. Honestly, in the not-so-back of my mind I am dreaming of having a voice over career supplemented by my part time day job as a personal assistant to a (gay) fashionista or something. Is that so wrong? I mean I have the money set aside to get my demo. I’m going to get that marked off my list in the next month or so. I’ve been given a “second chance” in my role on the sitcom The Office, so I feel I’ve got a little time to sort of see what’s out there. I don’t know. The idea of putting on my (only) suit and interviewing 7 times at 5 companies is daunting and I am avoiding it. I am. You can slap me on the hand but it won’t do any good. I do that to myself every day. Alas, that’s where I stand on the sitcom front. Trying is difficult. Right? Ugh. Maybe it’s my super-indecision and the fear that I will have to make a decision at some point? Stupid Libra. Meanwhile the casting directors of The Office are still seeing other actors. It’s not like that has ceased. BLAH!

As to my healing, sexual or otherwise, I would say it is going fairly well. I joined the gym, so for at least an hour a day I can obsess over pedaling the stupid bike a little harder, or goading myself into getting on the stupid treadmill and pretending I’m running from a serial killer or that homophobe from Grey’s Anatomy. What is up with that guy? Man. Shut your angry hole and just do your job, jerk face. Gawd. Darladiva and I are going to see Little Children some time in the near future. We haven’t finalized our plans, but I say we doin’ it. I shall let you know how it is. Since Gwentastic had be loved it, I imagine it’s gonna be goodly. There are a few of those fantasy movies I’d like to see. Arthur and the Invisibles, that one that Darladiva’s Smoosh was talking about (what was that called?), and then another one that looks like it is trying to be Narnia (Shemarnia or something?). I am like a bank on Sunday, don't make no cents. Maybe I should do some research before I start rambling on and on (see previous post) for no reason.

Tonight I am going to stare into the face of my past. Yes, that’s right ya’ll (throws up). I’m goin’ ta a rodeo barr! Yee and or Haw! It’s Gwentastic’s b-day festival. I am soo looking forward to it, but feel that with this sudden will to live the work day shall never end. It’s been between 2-3pm for at least 3 hours already. GEEZ. Can I get a can of Coors already? No love. No love at all.

Doodle.

Blog Word of the Day: Is it Doodle??

Nope.


blogorrhea January 16 : To write a blog entry just for the sake of posting an entry, not because you have done anything interesting today.

Doodle Goes to Movies?

Go and see Notes on a Scandal. Just do it. It is a master class. Judi Dench, Cate Blanchett, and Bill Nighy all deliver some of the deepest characterizations I've seen in a long long time. That's all I'll say for now, but what a great movie. Madame Renea Knight really liked it too. After, we went to That Bar and met a few of her friends. I think it was fun. At some point the bartender was tired of seeing me, so he just poured me a huge glass of vodka. It got more fun after that. Holla!

The Pursuit of Happyness. I went out to Queens and met Darladiva for some humus, pita, and booze. She had an amazing seasonal berry mojito. I had dirty martinis. It was hott. Then we strolled over to the movie theatre to catch Will Smith in his latest movie. This was a rough story to watch. It just seemed that his character would never catch a break. He is a good actor and his son (in real life and in the movie) is adorable. Definitely worth renting this one when it comes out on dvd. All in all it was a lovely experience. I think we ate our weight and the weight of the couple next to us (who were making out the whole time) in popcorn. Mmmmmm.

My friends rock.

Doodle everyone!

Doodle received a letter from his Auntie SASH

Dear Auntie SASH,
Thank you for your letter regarding the seeming “collapse” of my life as recorded in this here blog. While I truly appreciate your request to “hunt someone down and kill them,” I don’t think that will be necessary. I will have to get back to you on whether or not I need you to “ruin a credit rating or two.” I may take you up on that one. As to your referring to me as a “little cowboy sheriff,” I’m just glad my mother doesn’t know how to scan pictures. That’s all I’m sayin’.

Thank you also for your reminding me that while one hand is mutilated and scary, I do still have “another hand.” I’m sorry to hear that our “aging gracefully” gene does “NOT extend to hands.” Alas.

While your sister and father, my Aunt and Grandpa may “consider Maalox one of the four food groups," I am glad to know that you are with me in knowing there is no better way to make sure you have recovered from the stomach flu than with nachos and booze. You and I ARE related Auntie SASH. We ARE.

Auntie SASH, things are going a bit better in my world. I am feeling much better about my life in this newdle year. I am still having some difficulty in my role on the television program “The Office.” They are definitely considering writing my character off the show so I have asked my agent to find me role in another similar sitcom. We shall see. I think that this change will in fact be a good one. It’s the transitions that are difficult, as you know.

Well Auntie SASH please keep in touch and please keep sending me lovely little notes. They are greatly appreciated. It’s too bad we’re not in the same time zone. We could have margaritas after work. Well, I suppose we still can, just separately. Get an extra shot of tequila for me Auntie SASH…

Your one true relative,
Nephew Doodle

Newdle Year Here I Come!! Happiness WILL BE FOUND!!!

So many exclamation points had to be killed to provide this post. Alas!!

Last week was one of the most challenging of my life. I almost said worst, but I don’t think that’s what I mean. Challenging. It’s time to start calling things what they are. Just because I burst into tears periodically throughout the day does not mean I am sad. As Noodle advised, figure out what triggered those sporadic tears, address that issue, and suddenly you’ll feel better…until two hours later I suddenly remember dreaming that my Granny (93 year old great grandmother) gave me a kiss. She was comforting me. (bursts into tears that damage his keyboard). 93;mngm lelea’ el3 o90 nmmcl htle dla e godoo dle. I am tremendously grateful for my friends. Thank you all so much for this weekend!

But, prior to the weekend, there was the event that happened. You know. Then I practically cut the tip of my finger off with one of my fancy new knives. It was so disgusting. I honestly prepared myself to die from blood loss or Tetanus as I put myself to bed. That was Wednesday night. Luckily I didn’t die, but my finger is hideous. Now I’ll never be a hand model. Boo! Then on Thursday I heard tell that Darladiva had been struck ill with heinous stomach flu. The poor dear. As I wept and drank and cooked on Thursday night I realized that throughout the entire day I had had no appetite whatsoever. I mean this isn’t all that odd, but it was even more pronounced than usual. Oh well. I had some food and went to sleep. At about 1:50 am I awoke and realized it was going to be a long night…in the bathroom. I finally stopped my visits around 7 am when I called in to The Office to let them know I was on the verge of death and could not administrate. I spent the whole day trying to get some freakin’ water down and watching tv and trying to fall into a sweet sweet coma. The coma never came, but I did sleep for a bit and I think I murdered the fever at least. Around 4:30 or so, I ventured out into the world to get some ginger ale and to find something that might be edible. I got some chicken soup and hoped for the best. The best was not to be had. Oh well. I don’t remember Friday night too well, but I guess that’s good.

Saturday I was feeling better and glad about it. I was able to have a bit of the chicken soup and I made some jell-o that seemed to be okay. I made a shopping date with Madame Renea Knight and we went to Macy’s. I honestly don’t know why. Well yes, I do know why. I sat in front of the television for 90 hours (I sleep with it on). And in those 90 hours I must have heard the “Macy’s One Day Sale all day Saturday” commercial at least 86.5 times. NO WONDER! Madame and I wandered around horrified at the clothes, the people, and the (shudders) children. WHY OH WHY OH WHY??!! Then we headed back to my place for a little drink and some Best of Eartha Kitt. Listening to songs for her cabaret in the works: Oooh la la! Then Madame dropped me off at Chevy’s where I was to meet Darladiva for some chips and a drink before meeting Crickpot and his sister to see Dreamgirls (2nd time for me). Darladiva and I ate five nachos and then realized we should head over to the theatre to ensure some good seats. We succeeded. The movie was great (again). Although some of the kids and such around us laughed during the points when the recitative was sung, IT’S A MUSICAL!!! Oh well. Whatever. Nothing will compare to my experience seeing it at the Ziegfeld, but it was fun nonetheless. Thennnnn, Darladiva, Crickpot, and I headed over to an Irish pub for a drink. We sat and had a lovely therapy session. Four drinks is cheaper than any NY therapist I know. Darladiva had to head back to Queens to take care of a soon to be ailing Smoosh and then Crickpot had to head back to his dream palace on the LES. So I text Sir Willio to come and meet me for a drink as I was not ready to go home and be alone. Oy. He met me at a nearby bar and we chatted a bit about the angry stomach flu that had attacked us. His was so bad that he had to check himself into the ER. They gave him some fluid and some anti-barfing meds…lucky. Of course as we’re sitting there, I see The BF walk by with one of his friends. He looked very happy.

I got home around 3:30 and tried to get to sleep. Sunday was the hardest for me. I just couldn’t keep the tears from flowing. It was like a Lifetime movie up in that apartment. Unfortunately my mother (played by Jill Eikenberry or Judith Light) was not there to comfort me and tell me it would all be okay. I realized I needed more friend time. I called up Crickpot and he invited me to see is new palace. We had a lovely day just chatting and pretending to work on his moving-in projects and we had some lovely pita and hummus and some ginger cookies and some beers. Then I forced him to not take yoga and watch You’re the One That I Want. Oh my. I just don’t know if I have words for this show. I mean…I guess it’s okay, but it’s also frightening. They have to do a reality show about casting a Broadway production and all they will realize is that the best talent for such things is IN NEW YORK??!!!! Ugh. I don’t know. I guess I’ll keep watching to see. Train wreck. You know. Then I hopped in a cab and headed home.

The needing of friends was not over though. Oh no. I called Noodle, but she didn’t answer. I figured she had gone to bed because she ALSO is sick. UGH! Then I called Darladiva to see if she watched the show. She didn’t. Hmm. So chatting with Darladiva got me to my front door. Then I chatted with her online once inside. Then, chatted with Noodle when she called me back. Then I headed off to bed where I cuddled up with one final friend, my stuffed Eeyore. Oh my. You gotta have friends.

Doodle!

Doodle-o-Scope

"You are at the leading edge of a creative wave, allowing you to express the ideas that have been building up inside your fertile imagination. Perhaps you recently faced restrictions that prevented you from having too much fun, yet now the landscape is shifting and a party is arriving at your doorstep. Make the most of this time by simply giving yourself permission to be spontaneous and playful. "

Restrictions that prevented me from having too much fun? MMMhmm.

I bought this post at the 99 cent store-oodle

Frog to Toad:

Sometimes the days they can be very busy
So I like to stop and think now and then
I think of the reasons I have to be happy
And that makes me happy all over again

What made you think that I was unhappy
What were you thinking was making me blue
I only come out here to sit and remember
I love being a frog in the warm sunny summer
On days such as this one that's what I do

This morning I woke up and thought
I am happy. It's been since April since I have been sad
I'll go be alone to think how I'm happy.
For all that I have and all that I've had

What made you think that I was unhappy
What were thinking was making me blue
I only came out here to think how I'm happy.
I love being a frog in the warm sunny summer
But mostly I'm happy because I have you.

Without knowing that I have amazing amazing friends who will always be there to support me no matter what happens in my life, not matter what silly song about butt sex that I want you to sing, without you I would just drift away in the wind. And although sometimes, like now, I feel like letting go and letting that wind just take me away, I know that it would take me away from all of you and I can't let that happen. If anyone wants to go get some drinks or see a show or something, I'd like to go with you. I have a lot more time to myself now. You are a few of my favorite doodles.

Toodles.