This week, I accomplished a whole lot:

• Freelanced a web administration tool and front-end with CSS sprites and other cool technologies.
• Scribed, taught and directed a mass battle for a youth theater putting on “The Hobbit.”
• Auditioned with three theater companies (two professional) and left a pretty good impression in my opinion. It would be false to call that claim humble.
• Applied for and was accepted into UW-Milwaukee’s English program
• Worked with a car buff to resolve some outstanding issues.
• Prepped for my next big workshop, which hopefully will see me with all eight weapons used by the SAFD.

That’s outside of doing what I think has been a bang-up job at my — well, job. All things considered, I kept my crabbiness to an acceptable level despite the stress.

For those with whom I have been out of touch, I really apologize, but it’s been crazy. And it might get crazier. If I am cast in and accept roles in all the shows for which I’ve auditioned or been asked, I would be performing in four shows in just the summer months, three of which would pay me, making them professional credits.

That’s a lot. I hope you will all bear with me as I try to live so many lives. And I will obviously post shows here and on facebook and on posters, this time with appropriate directions (some people got bad directions from me for Jake’s Women, and I apologize).

I hope to actually play games with people, get drinks with people or touch people in inappropriate ways in public — or whatever it is I do with *you* dear reader — very soon.

One love.

This makes sense to me. Ignore the thumbnail; it lacks context and the video does not express animosity toward any belief or non-belief. This is merely a logical explanation of open-mindedness as a defense.

A man named Pedro makes a second daring escape from a prison, breaking into a flat out sprint across a golf course-like lawn, lit by floodlights from all sides. As part of some kind of protest, I and my fellow Improv Everywhere compatriots mill about in similar clothing on the lawn, confusing his incarcerators. I struggle with the morality of this, while Pedro’s get away car pulls that prank on him where the driver pulls a few feet away just as you reach the door. The improv group of three hundred laughs.

The protest over, I am walking Buffy the Vampire Slayer home (not Sarah Michelle Gellar, mind you, but Buffy). I am in a Xander-esque best friend role and have no romantic interest in the petit blonde. As she enters her dorm room, I notice that the building is actually Whitefish Bay High School. It is dark, and something is lurking. I make my way through back hallways and the like, avoiding shadowy pursuers, ducking into stairwells at appropriate times. My fear strangles me.

—

Yep. It’s audition season. I wonder who Pedro is meant to be.

ROBERT:
Someone to hold you too close,
Someone to hurt you too deep,
Someone to sit in your chair,
To ruin your sleep.

PAUL: That’s true, but there’s more to it than that.
SARAH: Is that all you think there is to it?
HARRY: You’ve got so many reasons for not being with someone, but
Robert,
you haven’t got one good reason for being alone.
LARRY: Come on, you’re on to something, Bobby. You’re on to something.

ROBERT:
Someone to need you too much,
Someone to know you too well,
Someone to pull you up short
And put you through hell.

DAVID: You see what you look for, you know.
JOANNE: You’re not a kid anymore, Robby. I don’t think you’ll ever
be a kid again, kiddo.
PETER: Hey, buddy, don’t be afraid it won’t be perfect. The only thing
to be afraid of really is that it won’t be.
JENNY: Don’t stop now. Keep going.

ROBERT:
Someone you have to let in,
Someone whose feelings you spare,
Someone who, like it or not,
Will want you to share
A little, a lot.

SUSAN: And what does all that mean?
LARRY: Robert, how do you know so much about it when you’ve never
been there?
HARRY: It’s much better living it than looking at it, Robert.
PETER: Add ’em up, Bobby. Add ’em up.

ROBERT:
Someone to crowd you with love,
Someone to force you to care,
Someone to make you come through,
Who’ll always be there,
As frightened as you
Of being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive.

AMY: Blow out the candles, Robert, and make a wish. *Want* something!
Want *something*!

ROBERT:
Somebody, hold me too close,
Somebody, hurt me too deep,
Somebody, sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive,
Being alive.

Somebody, need me too much,
Somebody, know me too well,
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive,
Make me alive.

Make me confused,
Mock me with praise,
Let me be used,
Vary my days.
But alone is alone, not alive.

Somebody, crowd me with love,
Somebody, force me to care,
Somebody, make me come through,
I’ll always be there,
As frightened as you,
To help us survive
Being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive!

From the musical, “Company,” by Stephen Sondheim