Busy

Been a little busy recently, so I haven't had time to post. Plus, I'm kind of lazy.

So here's a recap in reverse chron.

Lots of working out. A trip to Splash for Musical Monday. Broadway Flea Market. Rainy Days and Mondays at the Fringe Festival Encore. Oedipus for Kids at the NY Musical Theatre Festival. Work events. The Innovative Theatre Awards (an off-off Broadway award show). Drowsy Chaperone. Famous Author Rob Byrnes' book launch (go buy When the Stars Come Out).

Anyway. There you go.

Tagged

Sherry tagged me with a meme where you post five things to do in your city. Well, hello, I live in New York. There are probably indigenous people in the heart of the jungle who can come up with five things to do in New York. So I think I will make it more interesting by coming up with five things to do in my neighborhood of Astoria.

1. Visit the Socrates Sculpture Park.

2. Have a beer or eight at the Bohemian Hall and Beer Garden.

3. Stalk a cute cub.

4. Visit the American Museum of the Moving Image.

5. Eat some amazing Greek food (too many restaurants to possibly link to).

So there you have it.

As for the five bloggers I'm supposed to tag, I choose Jeff, Jeff, Tuna Girl, Scott and Knottyboy.

UPDATE: Hello, visitors from the Improv Resource Center.

Yea me!

Okay, I don't want to turn this into a weight loss blog, but I figure if I mention it from time to time, I'll have more incentive to keep up the good work.

As of today, I'm down 17 lbs. Slowly but surely.

Anyway, next week I start my weight-lifting routine, which will make me thinner, but will probably slow down the actual weight loss. I'm not going to worry about it.

I've made a few deals with myself about what I'm going to do once I hit my goal weight. First, I'm going to buy some nicer clothes. Like stylish, get-laid-when-you-go-to-the-bar, designer clothes. I'm tired of looking schlumpy.

And I'm getting a tattoo. I'm thinking of a double ouroborus (two entwined snakes in a circle, each one with the other's tail in its mouth). And maybe a second one which would be a celtic cross, if I don't cry like a little girl when I'm getting my first one. (Speaking of which, do any of you remember the episode of "Bosom Buddies" where Tom Hanks decides to get a tattoo to impress the girl that he likes? If you do, his reaction when the needle touches his skin (about 2:27 in the video clip) is what I fear my reaction will be.)

Anyway, that's majorly putting the cart before the horse. But it's fun to have a goal in mind.

What the cool kids are doing tonight

Thursday, September 14, 2006
6:00 PM - 9:00 PM
"When the Stars Come Out": The Launch Party at VLADA
331 West 51st Street
(betw. 8th and 9th avenues)
Manhattan

Another pet peeve

Bemused - bewildered, confused or lost in thought.

Amused - entertained, mirthful.

I'm reading some gay-themed young adult novels right now (I'm trying to write one and am getting a sense of the genre). The author whose books I'm currently reading uses bemused for amused with alarming frequency.

At first, I assumed it was on purpose. After two books where he does it repeatedly, I'm thinking it's not.

Would it be tacky to e-mail him and explain the difference? Or should I just give it up since no one at Simon & Schuster seems to have noticed either.

Do you have any similar pet peeves?

UPDATE: The author in question was Brian Sloan and the books were Tale of Two Summers and A Really Nice Prom Mess. Despite the bemused/amused thing, they were both good books. Sloan manages to create characters who really sound and act like teenagers; a rarity in young adult literature (at least based on what I've read so far). And the stories are amusing on top of that. In fact, I'd love to see A Really Nice Prom Mess as a film. Read them if you're interested in the genre.

And he's also the writer/director of the film WTC View which is on Logo now. I haven't seen it yet, but I intend to. But if I hear bemused used incorrectly . . .

9/11

I wrote it four years ago, posted it a couple of years ago. I'm posting it again because I'm too tired to write anything else. I hate this day.

September Morning

There were shoes everywhere
High-heels, clunky sandals, oxfords
Scattered among the briefcases, purses, gym bags
Anything that slowed us down

We ran in stocking feet
Through glass and metal, mud and ash
Not feeling the cuts
Not noticing the blood

How could we?

When all around was fire and smoke
Paper like rain, bodies like hail
The screams, the anguish, the chaos
What was our pain compared to that?

Only later, alone at home, safe
Could we look at our feet and guiltily wonder
How could something that tears open your soul
Leave such little marks?

And we're back . . .

Great vacation, but I'm exhausted.

I had a fun time, met some really cool people, shook hands with some celebrities, totally gave in to my sci-fi geek side, and all that jazz. I also have a new answer when people ask me the weirdest place I've ever had sex. Not that anyone has ever asked, come to think of it. But I'm ready in case they do.

Update from my awesome, awesome vacation

The score:

1/1/2005-8/31/2006: 0
9/1/2006-today: 3

If you can guess what those numbers indicate, you'll understand why I don't want to come back home.

Three. Three! Three!!!!!!!!