February 2012
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see you at the dust-up.
was about to write how he was broken by sfit last night but then, bent and sore, he put his feet to the floor, crawled to the bathroom, and slipped into the shower. washing away the dirt and funk it came as revelation: sfit had not killed him; sfit had made him stronger. and though these war wounds ached today, tomorrow they would be battle scars from sfits past. as the phoenix rises from the...
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Funbucket 23
The Funbucket is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. 3 He restoreth my Funbucket: he leadeth me in the paths of Funbucket for Funbucket’s sake. 4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Funbucket, I will Funbucket: for thou art Funbucket; thy Funbucket and thy Funbucket they comfort me. 5 Funbucket...
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started with a boiler-maker and a bourbon rocks.
sfit has already been broughten.
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i can tie a tie one-handed
while driving
a manual transmission.
i will take your complimentary drink
and put it to good use
my liver’s a machine
gotten me out of some bad spots
best wingman i ever had.
i am watching your play
and openly sobbing
it’s not hitting to close to home
it is home
he is there onstage
but i am there onstage
and she is there onstage
but she is my...
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life lessons
me: how much butter do i use?
sister: more than you think.
me: more than you think?
sister: always.
me: ...good call.
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January 2012
7 posts
me: the bathrooms are amazing.
eliza: really?
me: they're so scuzzy and terrible and wonderful. [also there are pictures on the wall.]
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December 2011
10 posts
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heart of our show
Justin: Now, Brian, as I was saying, Santa Claus, or Saint Nicholas, was an actual person, born in Turkey about 271 A.D. He was the Bishop of Myra and became the patron saint of, well, just about everything: sailors, merchants, paupers, murderers, scholars-
Brian: Wait- Saint Nicholas is the patron of murderers?
Justin: Sure! And thieves and pawnbrokers and bakers-
Brian: Murders have a patron saint?
Justin: Well, generally he's the patron saint of anybody _in trouble_, and there are legends about how he brought gifts to those in need--usually at night, so no one could see him--hence, the idea of Santa Claus delivering presents on Christmas Eve.
Brian: Sure, to all the good little murderers and pawnbrokers and thieves...
Justin: Brian, I think you're missing the point here.
Brian: Am I?
Justin: The point is, the spirit of Christmas, *the spirit of giving* has spread pretty much worldwide. And millions of people have Santa Claus traditions, and millions and millions of children do believe in him. In Brazil he's Vovo Indo, in China he's Dun Che Lao Ren, on Easter Island he's-
Nick: Rapahago! Mata Ki Te Rangi!
Justin: Mata Ki Te Rangi, indeed Nick.
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i’ve got secret a secret admirer (secret admirers?) setting pork rinds on my windshield while I’m at work. and they’re the hot & spicy flavor so you know whoever is doing it is serious.
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“bourbon isn’t going to drink itself, eliza.”
– yours truly
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well, these dishes won’t do themselves.
… but maybe i’ll give it another day just to be sure.
generational divide
me: let's get a suggestion for this scene. what's bigger than a bread box.
class: ...
me: c'mon guys. it could be almost anything. what's bigger than a bread box?
student: what's a bread box?
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ha! not to worry, it’s on my planner. that list is rehearsals and performances only. i keep it up in my cube at work, not to “remind myself who i am” or anything so profound/cheesy as that but rather so i don’t forget when i have a rehearsal or performance coming up.
seattlecomedynerd replied to your photo: halfway.
I don’t see D&D on the 18th on there…
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November 2011
9 posts
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apparently i was nominated for a broadway world... →
also, apparently voting is still open.
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“There are two types of people: those who say yes are rewarded by the adventures...”
– Keith Johnstone
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this was my yesterday in local times
11PM - board light rail
4AM - check-in at sea-tac
6AM - depart sea
12PM - arrive dallas/fort worth
1:30PM - depart dfw
4PM - arrive cancun
5PM - depart cun on ferry
5:30PM - arrive la isla mujeres
6PM - check-in
7PM - party
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“good morrow, benedick. why, what’s the matter,
that you have such a...”
– Much Ado About Nothing V.iv.40-42
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i am still holding your hand
one year later
i am still back to back
and holding on for dear life
i am cold and wet from the rain
but it’s well worth it
now some 700 miles away
i could use some sip and maybe some dip
i’m looking east
i’m looking to you my dear great falls
i’m the only one in this bed
look for me on that trail by the river
or in the hotel lobby...
October 2011
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“one day we’ll all be ghosts
trippin’ around in someone else’s...”
– ghosts by the head and the heart
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kinda made my morning
me: and the address for the billing?
guy calling customer service: 8524 verona rd.
me: there is no world without verona walls, right?
guy calling customer service: damn straight.
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exercises in awesome
yesterday the students of the improv class i teach, apropros of nothing and without my prompting, engaged in the most terrific display of groupmind i’ve ever seen. all this during a character exercise. unprecedented.
how did i respond?
in kind, i ran them through the most esoteric, arts-fartsy, heady improv excerises i could think of.
it. was. awesome.
September 2011
9 posts
spanning the distance on i-90
i am a left-arm tan, a bug splattered windshield, and pining, pining, pining.
tonight i’ll wash the big sky country out of my clothes and miss you.
think on cowboy poets and wish I was either;
all leather straps and riding chaps and inked paper.
i’m reading what you wrote on my mirror to get me through;
counting the days in strange ways
to make the calendar fold in on itself.
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dear vancouver,
we wrecked each other last night. let’s never fight again.
sincerely,
nick