De-face

"I must be crazy to be in a loony bin like this."

This line is on nearly all of Henley Street's press, posters and the like. It also appears no where in either version of the play I've looked at in recent months. Can't find it in the book, either.  Just another example of media manipulation.

Speaking of manipulating media, a certain psychopathic inmate has repeatedly defaced my stunningly beautifious face that recently graced a large section in Style Weekly. He seems to have done this with carefree abandon, emboldened by his lack of discovery. I think he sneaks in and draws on the picture while we're all onstage. What a nut!

Home-time

I'm not sure that's even a word. Thank you, Bradford, God of Hyphens.

I'm tripping on how wonderful it is to have my wife home most of the time. Sarah went part-time at her job, based on economics, plus her desire to go back to school to finish her undergraduate degree. If I come home from school right after classes are over, I'm home between 2 and 2:30 in the afternoon. Most days, Sarah is home around 3. This is awesome!

For the past couple of years, Sarah's been getting home around 6:30. From a spending time with kids, and getting dinner ready standpoint, this is awful. Especially when I'm in rehearsal for a show and have to leave at 6:15 for a 7:00 call. During Hamlet, I'd be lucky to see her for 15 minutes before a show. Hamlet being a really long damn show, by the time I came back home, both boys were asleep and Sarah was in bed, keeping better company with Anderson Cooper and his ilk. What a drag.

Now, with Cuckoo's Nest coming to a close, hanging out with my family is something I look forward to, a real treat I plan on enjoying immensely (like cookie dough ice cream).  It's something I'll try not to EVER take for granted.

On the other hand, I'm getting a dose of double-barrelled reality: how tough being a dad is, and how amazingly strong Sarah is. How she did dinner, bathtime, story-reading, bed time, laundry folding AND everything inbetween while I was gone is mind boggling. She is so much stronger than I am and a true testament to the power of the woman/mother. Since she's going back to school, Wednesday night is my night to feed, bathe, bottle, entertain and bed the boys. (Sometimes it even works.) Wow. 

My wife is my hero. And she's super hot. Like, hot with a cape. Like, my hero (see the connections?)

For the forseeable future, I'll be home with Sarah and the boys, doing the daddy thing full time. In all honesty, it's going to be tough tough tough to get back on a routine I've only seldom really settled into. 

I can't wait!

Inaugural

It took me three tries to get the spelling of 'Inaugural' correct.

Well, well, well...another actor blogging his ass off. How narcissistic! Why bother posting? Why bother reading? 

I've been inspired of late as I carouse the blogs, mainly pertaining to Richmond theatre. Andrew Hamm and David Timberline especially, but Bruce Miller has a good one, Scott Wichmann is always entertaining...the list goes on. 

Thing is, blogs are a peek into a person's life that we normally wouldn't see (if they so choose to show us). Being actors (or theatre artists, or practitioners, or whatever term is in vogue this news cycle), it can offer a rarer glimpse into how an artist creates, interprets, dreams...yadda yadda yadda.

I mainly want to see if I can keep this thing going. I teach full time, have an amazing wife, 2 awesome sons, plus a burgeoning acting career. Do I have time to blog? I hope so. Maybe once weekly, maybe not, but it's worth a shot, I think.

Don't expect depth or insight. Expect confusion, questioning, insanity...etc.

I'm a fan of ellipses.