I don't have a lot of memories from before I was 10 or so, but here's one.
I was walking down the beach in Michigan with my mother, picking up stones. I found a really good one--smooth with little shiny flecks in it and brought it to her. She said it was the prettiest one I'd found all day, so I told her that one was a present to her from me. After walking a bit longer, I asked her if I could see the stone I gave her. She gave it back to me. I looked at it for a minute and was seized with an irresistible urge. I ran and threw it as far into the lake as I could. When I came back, she looked at me with a really baffled expression and asked, "Adam, why did you do that." I thought about it and I felt I was almost going to cry. My face got all screwed up and I shouted "I don't know!"
I now of course recognize this as a visitation by the Imp of the Perverse.
I was walking down the beach in Michigan with my mother, picking up stones. I found a really good one--smooth with little shiny flecks in it and brought it to her. She said it was the prettiest one I'd found all day, so I told her that one was a present to her from me. After walking a bit longer, I asked her if I could see the stone I gave her. She gave it back to me. I looked at it for a minute and was seized with an irresistible urge. I ran and threw it as far into the lake as I could. When I came back, she looked at me with a really baffled expression and asked, "Adam, why did you do that." I thought about it and I felt I was almost going to cry. My face got all screwed up and I shouted "I don't know!"
I now of course recognize this as a visitation by the Imp of the Perverse.
So I just got back the results of my Trial-By-Declaration for my red light ticket I got while bicycling this summer. Not guilty, I'm happy to say. Now $380 in fines should be on their way back to me sometime soon. Thank you, California court system, for this bit of Christmas justice.
Other than that, I'm just getting ready to return to Chicago for Christmas on Wednesday and figuring out what the heck I'm getting for my Mom.
Other than that, I'm just getting ready to return to Chicago for Christmas on Wednesday and figuring out what the heck I'm getting for my Mom.
Jeebus, it's been a busy week. I've had 8 auditions in five days, two of which were call-backs. The most memorable audition of the week included my doing an energetic rump-shaker dance to Salt n' Pepa's "Push It." Wish I had that one on tape.
Hopefully next week will be as busy. And hopefullier (yes, I know that's not a word), I'll actually get a gig out of one of these auditions. I don't need a great gig--just a real paying acting job. So Santa, if you're listening, keep the toys and send me a SAG commercial, please!
However, I did get a little advance Christmas gift from my friend Issue_ And for reference, yes the gift of boobs is always appropriate. Especially such a lovely pair as these here:
Thanks for the pic, Issue_. It makes me happy.
Hopefully next week will be as busy. And hopefullier (yes, I know that's not a word), I'll actually get a gig out of one of these auditions. I don't need a great gig--just a real paying acting job. So Santa, if you're listening, keep the toys and send me a SAG commercial, please!
However, I did get a little advance Christmas gift from my friend Issue_ And for reference, yes the gift of boobs is always appropriate. Especially such a lovely pair as these here:
Thanks for the pic, Issue_. It makes me happy.
Well I'm back from Chicago, and also returned to SG from the land of gray. Chicago was fun--had an immense and tasty Thanksgiving dinner (including duck confit, salmon tartare, apple and celery root soup and sour cream pumpkin pie... mmmmmm). Also enjoyed several days of rain and some actual snow. I also slept too little and drank too much, so I've been happy be back in L.A. to get some rest.
I've rested enough, however, and I'm determined to get a lot done in the three weeks before Christmas. I want to get the script for my web series finished, send out a bunch of mailings to voice-over agents and get loaded several times with my naughty posse (i.e., you guys).
I've rested enough, however, and I'm determined to get a lot done in the three weeks before Christmas. I want to get the script for my web series finished, send out a bunch of mailings to voice-over agents and get loaded several times with my naughty posse (i.e., you guys).
Packing for Chicago. I am so ready for a week of near-freezing temperatures. Seriously, I'm looking forward to it. Bah to your endless sunshine, Los Angeles. Bah, I say!
Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
That motley drama-oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!-it writhes!-with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.
Out-out are the lights-out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
--E. A. Poe
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Happy Halloween, all.
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
That motley drama-oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!-it writhes!-with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.
Out-out are the lights-out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
--E. A. Poe
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Happy Halloween, all.
Thank god for a cloudy day.
That said, here are a couple of songs that always make me happy.
Camel in the Needle's Eye:
Kids in America:
Fat Bottomed Girls:
That said, here are a couple of songs that always make me happy.
Camel in the Needle's Eye:
Kids in America:
Fat Bottomed Girls:
Back to the grind. September always makes me feels restless, like I should get out of town and embark on a project in some new place. No doubt its a vestige of college days as it also makes me miss Portland. So here's a little Dandy Warhols video as a shout out to all my PDX homies.
Regardless, it's back to the grind here in the Angeles.
Regardless, it's back to the grind here in the Angeles.
