I may have posted about this in the past, but I just uploaded this particular video to YouTube… It’s a video audition that my (former) agents told me they submitted… Read more Fail… Cray Cray Audition Tape →
Today, the Defense of Marriage Act, the law barring the federal government from recognizing same-sex marriages legalized by the states, was ruled unconstitutional, by The Supreme Court Wednesday (a 5-4… Read more DOMA is Dead… →
Had the day free, stripped the closet bare, and jumped in… While I’m not sure if it’s a keeper or not yet… I offer this… Stripped down bare. Go ahead… Read more Stripped Closet →
Television is for other people… That isn’t to say I don’t enjoy it, watch it or have one… But generally, I need to consider TV a medium for other people to enjoy, even though I (thankfully) make the majority of my income from working on it… For those that know me well, you know I live a life that forces me to creatively motivate myself. While I am incredibly grateful for this freedom, and it’s a wonderful thing for an actor/writer/artist to have… It’s also a daily daunting responsibility, and… Read more Television And A World Of Suck →
Yesterday’s post seemed to make a few people nervous, and I was touched that several friends reached out with concern to check in on me… As I assured them, all… Read more Fun Today – Bed Head →
If the truth is supposed to set you free, why the F*** do I feel like vomiting and crying like a baby?
I want to publicly thank Janet S. Blake, one of the producers of Spark Off Rose™, who is helping me shape a non-fictional story for my first night of storytelling on stage (Details in last newsletter)… Her notes and her persistence for me to challenge myself, dig deeper, avoid tangents, being cleaver, and comic spins, has truly caused me to feel sick to my stomach, and give me the desire to blast Carmina Burna, head back to bed and go fetal this morning. And the only reason I’m writing this… Read more If the truth is supposed to set you free, why the F*** do I feel like vomiting and crying like a baby? →