Instead of my typical rant on the topic at hand here are some quotes from a few friends.

Rahotep wrote:
That reminded me of some 18th century cultural mores I’ve read, in which people were forbidden to mention or expose anything remotely sexual…. going so far as to COVER THE LEGS OF FURNITURE BECAUSE IT COULD BE PROVOCATIVE. They also couldn’t say “pregnant”, instead they said “interesting condition.”

Obviously, sexuality has no place in the “land of the free.”

Athos wrote:
Let’s ban contractor but cleavage!!! Instead of 6-months in jail, I say we get some drywall putty and spacle those but-cracks shut!

What do these lawmakers do during Marti-Gras? Do their heads explode? (I’d like to see that)

Ah, the land of the opressed, the home of the afraid?
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Wow. After all the struggle, stress, worry, etc. it’s finally happening. But if I had to Perish Twice opens tonight in front of an audience that will include the writer, the best friend, the shape-shifter. = )

After rehearsal yesterday I felt like the show was ready. “It felt right. This time it would work” Place that quote won’tcha. I’ll tell you at the end if you can’t now. =p Honestly it was amazing to see. All four actors came alive and thus the script came alive. I was in glee. Absolute glee. I couldn’t stop smiling.

So… Tonight it’ll open in front of a real house and we’ll just have to see how it goes. Worried? Sure. Stoked? Totally.

Answer - The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
But you knew that didn’t you. = D

04-22-2004 11:34 am

At some point this morning I awoke with panic. My mind was racing for a reason and my heart was pleading for help. Once again a fear of mine took shape within a dream - a nuclear fall out.

I was at work when it happened; oddly enough I remember it happening while I was working. We heard some sort of warning sound so I hid underneath a table. Someone looked at me and said why bother Gar? I responded, but only in my head I think saying ‘Might as well… this just might help.’

Turns out it may have. The warhead went off and things changed. Almost instantly people started to lose their minds. I know, not the traditional reaction we frail flesh bags have to a nuclear explosion. Some people were incinerated, but others went from okay to mindless to dead within minutes it seemed. I was panicked and had no idea what to do. I recall going home. But of course, home wasn’t home.

There were people there. If I try to remember who was there I couldn’t tell you but I do remember watching someone I knew ‘lose it’ during the dream. I wanted to go home to see me mudda but I was told that nobody was being allowed to leave NY.

When I called people all I got was the VM service. It didn’t matter if it was in state or out of the state. This frustrated me to no end. Why would the service work where a bomb had gone off but not elsewhere? Techy mind went into error mode because that made NO sense AT ALL. After a bit of logic crashing in my dream I noticed my car was available to me.

For some reason it worked fine so I drove it somewhere. Interestingly I only used first gear which makes NO sense at all. A guy looked at me and said ‘better use that gas sparingly.’ I acknowledged him and thought ‘Well gee thanks for the advice. I’ll try to remember that since a bomb just went off earlier.’

Everyone was dying left and right. I was slowly being the sole survivor and found myself feeling alone, lonely, and even more scared. The feeling kept growing and growing until the dream changed and I lost focus of everything.

I woke up remembering all my fear and anxiety only to feel comfort at the cool chill in the air from the outside. I WAS home and everything was okay. I think “Perish Twice” is getting to me subconsciously. Thanks Rahotep. (heavy on the sarcasm please waiter, thanks)

04-21-2004 09:38 am

Mr. Trent has penned a new play titled ‘But if I had to Perish Twice’ for lil ol me. The play was written in January during a brief mental brain storm. I think he told me it took about 1 to 1.5 hours to get the core of the play into being. And so began the tale of ‘But if I had to Perish Twice’.

Why did I ask him to write it for me? Honestly, for many reasons. One, I needed to direct a play with a maximum running time of 30 minutes (Directing Workshop with Dave McRee at the helm) and I thought he might have an idea for a short play.

Secondly I knew this was a great opportunity for BT to see a play of his performed. Thirdly, he’s my best friggin friend! I wanted to direct something HE wrote, not some other writer. Sheesh! What other reason would I need? Absolutely none. I want to get his name out there damn it and I think this will help. = ) (Click Read More for the show details)
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Those Brits are ahead of us. Well, the London train folk at least. I have to admit I wish my phone had blue tooth now. Would it lead to something, who cares, this sounds like a whole lot of fun.

This kind of fun is where my geekliness jumps out of me and I get all excited about how much fun technology has made our day to day lives.

Hot diggity this would just be such a great way to meet people without the pressure of rejection, etc.
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