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New Stuff!
08/25/09
For both of you who care about theses things, there
are some new items (Sweatshirts & Hoodies! In
Black!!) in the Swag Shop.
These items feature the text logo from our parent group, Cold Rage Soul Entertainment...which, in turn, is a division of Cold Rage Soul Enterprises.
There’s also one of these things:
Apparently, all the rage with the kids these days.
Some items have been removed. (The ones you weren’t buying). But rest assured, thongs are still available. Not gonna stop production on the moneymaker.
These items feature the text logo from our parent group, Cold Rage Soul Entertainment...which, in turn, is a division of Cold Rage Soul Enterprises.
There’s also one of these things:
Apparently, all the rage with the kids these days.
Some items have been removed. (The ones you weren’t buying). But rest assured, thongs are still available. Not gonna stop production on the moneymaker.
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The Fix Is In
07/21/08
Kevin and Jimbo, my guys in development, were under
the gun to fix the display problems that have
recently vexed us. Some javascript code needed
rewriting, a bit of css required noodling, and I had
to personally contact a trusted advisor (Thanks,
Aron!). Some sleep was lost, and not a small amount
of blood, but corrections were made. Corrections
that, left undone, may very well have cost the
company untold tens of dollars.
The site should now display properly on Firefox, Camino, and Internet Explorer. If it doesn’t, and you can navigate your way to the email page, please do let me know. I will then decide who is the more expendable, Kevin or Jimbo. (Right now, due to an unrelated matter, its Jimbo, but Kevin isn’t exactly a boy wonder any more, either.)
The site should now display properly on Firefox, Camino, and Internet Explorer. If it doesn’t, and you can navigate your way to the email page, please do let me know. I will then decide who is the more expendable, Kevin or Jimbo. (Right now, due to an unrelated matter, its Jimbo, but Kevin isn’t exactly a boy wonder any more, either.)
Things On My Mind, Part 3
07/19/08
• The new design that the boys in R & D slaved
over, this very one you’re looking at right now, is
massively broken in Firefox, and Camino browsers, and
behaves a bit strangely in Internet Explorer. FAIL,
as the kids say. I’m told a fix is in the works. (Of
course, I was also told the designed played perfectly
with all browsers...)
• The third and final installment of
Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along
Blog
debuted today.
Joss Whedon,
creator of
Buffy The Vampire Slayer,
Firefly,
and the upcoming
Dollhouse,
has unleashed a demented, sentimental, outrageous,
and tender musical exploration of a would-be
supervillian, a moronically macho super hero, and the
girl in the middle. The supremely talented
Neil Patrick Harris
(the former kid doctor) is Dr. Horrible, and
Firefly’s
Nathan Fillion
is his nemesis, Captain Hammer, and
Felicia Day
is Penny, the girl they both love. All three do
outstanding work, and it’s hard to imagine a better
ending than the one Whedon serves up. Watch, and be
rewarded with great songs, a touching love story,
subtle and not-so-subtle humor, and a glimpse of the
inner circle of the Evil League of Evil, including
the nefarious leader, Bad Horse.
•
The Clippers
pick up
Marcus Camby
from the
Nuggets
in exchange for the option to switch second round
picks in 2010.
Whaa? This is
Marcus Camby
we’re talking about. I don’t know what Denver was
thinking, but the addition of another big man helps
the Clips ease the sting of losing Elton Brand. It’s
not a long term fix, but it won’t hurt in the short
run.
• I don’t remember any details of the dream I had
last night, but I do know it involved me playing for
the
San Diego
Chargers.
Which is absurd, of course: The Chargers already
have a perfectly useful
Outside
Linebacker.
• This is me now:
Most days, I can be seen
as the gladiator Lucullus at the “A Day In Pompeii”
exhibit at Discovery Place
in Charlotte. For the
record, and my participation not withstanding, its
an extraordinary exhibit and well worth the
trip.
Things On My Mind, Part 2
06/08/08
• Awaiting the start of NBA Finals Game 2.
Just how much was Pierce taking advantage of an opportunity? I mean, he and Kendrick Perkins couldn’t have plotted out the whole thing. (“Hey, man...in the third quarter, try to ‘accidentally’ land on me at some point. I got a way to fire up this crowd.”)
• I’m giving The Sunlight Dialogues another try. Last time was a long time ago in an alcoholic fog. I may have actually read the entire book, but of course, I can’t tremember. Why now? Last night, we watched Beowulf, the amazingly horrid Zemekis zombie animation version. And of course, there was Grendel. Not John Gardner’s Grendel (how I wished it were so!). Naturally, that got me thinking about Gardner and THAT led me to recall Sunlight Dialogues.
• Speaking of booze, I’m approaching my the anniversary of my sobriety. 17 years on June 21.
• I’ve been in touch, briefly, with old friends recently, and I’m looking forward to catching up with all of them.
• I have a new gig. The paperwork’s not fully processed yet, so I won’t divulge, but if all goes through, I won’t have to travel for a while.
Just how much was Pierce taking advantage of an opportunity? I mean, he and Kendrick Perkins couldn’t have plotted out the whole thing. (“Hey, man...in the third quarter, try to ‘accidentally’ land on me at some point. I got a way to fire up this crowd.”)
• I’m giving The Sunlight Dialogues another try. Last time was a long time ago in an alcoholic fog. I may have actually read the entire book, but of course, I can’t tremember. Why now? Last night, we watched Beowulf, the amazingly horrid Zemekis zombie animation version. And of course, there was Grendel. Not John Gardner’s Grendel (how I wished it were so!). Naturally, that got me thinking about Gardner and THAT led me to recall Sunlight Dialogues.
• Speaking of booze, I’m approaching my the anniversary of my sobriety. 17 years on June 21.
• I’ve been in touch, briefly, with old friends recently, and I’m looking forward to catching up with all of them.
• I have a new gig. The paperwork’s not fully processed yet, so I won’t divulge, but if all goes through, I won’t have to travel for a while.
My First Time
06/01/08
The New York Times has an article of about various
Broadway stars recalling the first Broadway show
they ever saw. Which set me to recollectin':
My first was a matinee of Chapter Two, at the Imperial Theatre, starring Judd Hirsch, Anita Gillette, Cliff Gorman, and Anne Wedgeworth. I remember the "split screen" telephone conversations between Hirsch and Gillette; watching Gorman and knowing he was the guy who originated the role of Lenny Bruce on stage in Lenny, the film of which I'd recently seen. Anne Wedgeworth won the Tony that year, and many years later I would direct and act with her daughter (by Rip Torn), Danae Torn, at FirstStage in Los Angeles. Whenever I see Hirsch on screen, I think of him in Chapter Two.
That evening–it must've been a Wednesday–I saw the revival of The King and I. It was playing at the Uris Theatre, which seemed (and was) cavernous compared to the Imperial, and though our seats were in the nosebleed section, it was evident that Yul Brynner was astoundingly good. Constance Towers was his Anna, tall, elegant, and a bit frosty, which gave the Brynner something to play off of. The king's right-hand man, The Kralahome (Michael Kermoyan) was particularly effective, and brought so much inner life to his character.
My first was a matinee of Chapter Two, at the Imperial Theatre, starring Judd Hirsch, Anita Gillette, Cliff Gorman, and Anne Wedgeworth. I remember the "split screen" telephone conversations between Hirsch and Gillette; watching Gorman and knowing he was the guy who originated the role of Lenny Bruce on stage in Lenny, the film of which I'd recently seen. Anne Wedgeworth won the Tony that year, and many years later I would direct and act with her daughter (by Rip Torn), Danae Torn, at FirstStage in Los Angeles. Whenever I see Hirsch on screen, I think of him in Chapter Two.
That evening–it must've been a Wednesday–I saw the revival of The King and I. It was playing at the Uris Theatre, which seemed (and was) cavernous compared to the Imperial, and though our seats were in the nosebleed section, it was evident that Yul Brynner was astoundingly good. Constance Towers was his Anna, tall, elegant, and a bit frosty, which gave the Brynner something to play off of. The king's right-hand man, The Kralahome (Michael Kermoyan) was particularly effective, and brought so much inner life to his character.
Things On My Mind
05/11/08
In no particular order:
• Booking another job.
• Larry Brown coaching the Bobcats.
• Mike D'Antoni coaching the Knicks (and how he'll get rid of Marbury).
• Moonlight and Magnolias in Florida vs Moonlight and Magnolias in Vermont, and if I should pursue Moonlight and Magnolias in Tennessee.
• The "when Obama wins" meme.
• Camelot at the NY Philharmonic . Gabriel Byrne, sure...but Fran Drescher?
• Watched Gone Baby Gone
the other night. I've read Dennis Lehane's
Patrick Kenzie/Angie Gennaro series (of which
GBG is the last) and appreciated them. The
character development over the course of 6 books
is extraordinary, and the translation to film
works very well. Casey Affleck makes a
convincing Kenzie, and although she's under
used, Michelle Monaghan is an ideal Angie. I've
spent a fair amount of time in Boston over the
past few years (I rented rooms in Dorchester,
which is dicey around the main drag, Dorchester
Ave. and Fields Corner), and I recognized many
of the Dorchester locations used in the film.
• I don't care for sweet pickles at all.
• Booking another job.
• Larry Brown coaching the Bobcats.
• Mike D'Antoni coaching the Knicks (and how he'll get rid of Marbury).
• Moonlight and Magnolias in Florida vs Moonlight and Magnolias in Vermont, and if I should pursue Moonlight and Magnolias in Tennessee.
• The "when Obama wins" meme.
• Camelot at the NY Philharmonic . Gabriel Byrne, sure...but Fran Drescher?
• Watched Gone Baby Gone
the other night. I've read Dennis Lehane's
Patrick Kenzie/Angie Gennaro series (of which
GBG is the last) and appreciated them. The
character development over the course of 6 books
is extraordinary, and the translation to film
works very well. Casey Affleck makes a
convincing Kenzie, and although she's under
used, Michelle Monaghan is an ideal Angie. I've
spent a fair amount of time in Boston over the
past few years (I rented rooms in Dorchester,
which is dicey around the main drag, Dorchester
Ave. and Fields Corner), and I recognized many
of the Dorchester locations used in the film.
• I don't care for sweet pickles at all.
Good-bye, Furry Friend
04/14/08
Our buddy Rocky was euthanized last night. His kidneys had been failing since late October, and despite the medication, it was only a matter of time. During the past week, his health became much worse, and what strength he had was ebbing quickly. When it became apparent that he was in pain, Jo made the decision to go to the vet. I wish that I could've been with them at the last, but of course, I'm in Florida until next month.
I hope, where ever he is, he has a shoulder to snuggle on. (Right shoulder only...very important!)
Server Schmerver
01/11/08
We experienced some downtime today. Apparently, a
ghost in the machine caused "an issue with one of our
shared storage devices". Hrmph.
All is well now, but if you tried to access us today around 10:30 a.m. EST, you may have been greeted with a terse note from Fat Cow, our hosting service (who, to be fair, have a really decent uptime record).
The "Live Person" software they use as their 'help' system, though, needs a lot of work, and the agents on the other end of the live chat need more training in how to answer a customer's question properly.
All is well now, but if you tried to access us today around 10:30 a.m. EST, you may have been greeted with a terse note from Fat Cow, our hosting service (who, to be fair, have a really decent uptime record).
The "Live Person" software they use as their 'help' system, though, needs a lot of work, and the agents on the other end of the live chat need more training in how to answer a customer's question properly.
Where Have You Been, Young Man?
11/22/07
I've been in Boston since the beginning of August;
first, as associate director of two touring companies
for my pals at Chamber Theatre Productions;
then a return to Stonehill College as Guest
Director for the fall production. I chose to
present Frankenstein Virtuoso, a play by
Louis Phillips that I've had an itch to do since
staging a reading of it at FirstStage in Los
Angeles about 15 years ago. Incredibly, it had
not been produced in the interim. Thus, the
Stonehill production was technically a 'World
Premiere'.
I had a grand time, as I did in 2006 when I
last directed there. The students are eager,
talented, helpful, and cooperative, and the in-house
design staff are amazing. I'm deeply appreciative of
both Kevin Brown and Joan Halpert who were able to
translate my garbled description of a 'Steampunk
influenced mid-20th century' into a highly fluid set
(Kevin) and stunning costumes (Joan). Kevin and his
crew (headed by Chris Kingston) accomplished a near
miracle in completing the set after a few changes of
concept along the way. Joan commands a large crew of
students, and each one performed the job beautifully.
Our make-up and wig designer was Joe Rossi, who has
an impressive list of film, TV, and theatre credits
and is one of the nicest professionals I've worked
with. Joe supervised our student designer and made
sure the trickier aspects of the show encountered no
difficulty. Kathleen Branigan also endured me
tinkering with her poster concept, and delivered a
beautiful, evocative one-sheet.
I was ably assisted by not one, not two but FOUR stage managers, which made working around various class schedules a relatively stress-free affair. And all four (Sarah, Kiera, Kait, and Zukowski) were helpful, hard working, and patient. I hadn't worked with our lighting designer before, but he stepped in for a colleague at the last minute and gave the show a boost, despite several changes of plans along the way, and he was aided by Richie, the crew chief and the efficient, fast-moving duo of Chris and Evan.
As with almost any show, I wish I had more time in rehearsal and more performances, but I think the audiences 'got it'. They seemed to enjoy the show, including some of the more ...esoteric...references and certainly got caught up in the escalating weirdness.
So I'm now back in Charlotte, and next week I'll get a chance to check in on the first of my Chamber Theatre groups, who are in town for three days of performances. I haven't seen this bunch since early September and I'm looking forward to hearing their road tales.
***Click the poster for a Frankenstein Virtuoso photo gallery.***
I was ably assisted by not one, not two but FOUR stage managers, which made working around various class schedules a relatively stress-free affair. And all four (Sarah, Kiera, Kait, and Zukowski) were helpful, hard working, and patient. I hadn't worked with our lighting designer before, but he stepped in for a colleague at the last minute and gave the show a boost, despite several changes of plans along the way, and he was aided by Richie, the crew chief and the efficient, fast-moving duo of Chris and Evan.
As with almost any show, I wish I had more time in rehearsal and more performances, but I think the audiences 'got it'. They seemed to enjoy the show, including some of the more ...esoteric...references and certainly got caught up in the escalating weirdness.
So I'm now back in Charlotte, and next week I'll get a chance to check in on the first of my Chamber Theatre groups, who are in town for three days of performances. I haven't seen this bunch since early September and I'm looking forward to hearing their road tales.
***Click the poster for a Frankenstein Virtuoso photo gallery.***
Tony, Tony, Tony
06/11/07
Despite the major wattage provided by Audra McDonald in
110 In The Shade, the
"I'm going to a cocktail party and I guess
I'll bring along my bassoon" version of
Company took the Tony for Best Revival
of a Musical at the 2007 Antoinette Perry Awards.
You can get the freshly minted cast album from
iTunes
here. There were no major surprises in last night
awards, but for some reason I'd missed the news that
Naomi Watts is very, very
pregnant.
Tony Soprano may or may not have survived. The ending was ambiguous, the screen fading to black just as the mobster looks up to see his daughter coming through the front door with...We don't know. At least we didn't have to see another scene with the grating shrink, Dr. Melfi.
Tony Parker, the little Frenchman that could, hurt the Cavs to the tune of 30 points, and it almost wasn't enough, as Cleveland erased a huge half-time deficit, pulled close, then lost by nine.
Tony Soprano may or may not have survived. The ending was ambiguous, the screen fading to black just as the mobster looks up to see his daughter coming through the front door with...We don't know. At least we didn't have to see another scene with the grating shrink, Dr. Melfi.
Tony Parker, the little Frenchman that could, hurt the Cavs to the tune of 30 points, and it almost wasn't enough, as Cleveland erased a huge half-time deficit, pulled close, then lost by nine.
Eyes Wide Shut
05/21/07
Thanks to an overzealous opthamologist, I spent the
morning looking like this.
Amazingly, I drove home with no complications.
Once here though, I managed to open a gash over my
left eye by smacking into the door to the sun room.
Oddly enough, I was closing said door, but I
was apparently disoriented by the strong contrast
between the dark kitchen and the very bright porch
and bounced the sucker off my own hand and into my
brow. This takes extraordinary skill and is not for
the faint-hearted.
Need I remind you that I rock?
Need I remind you that I rock?
Cari
12/20/06
I'm not close with my siblings. We've lived on
opposite sides of the country for most of our adult
lives, and I’ve never made time to get together.
They're both terrific parents, from what I've seen of
their kids, and perhaps someday we'll start hanging
out on holiday or something.
Today is my sister's birthday. She's had a bit of a rough patch of late, but she's strong, smart, resourceful, beautiful, and most importantly, she's a genuinely good person. I'll call her a little later in the day, probably won't get through, and feel regret that I haven't spoken with her.
But: I hope she knows I love her, and we're sending the proverbial good thoughts, and I'm keeping a place in my heart for her.
Today is my sister's birthday. She's had a bit of a rough patch of late, but she's strong, smart, resourceful, beautiful, and most importantly, she's a genuinely good person. I'll call her a little later in the day, probably won't get through, and feel regret that I haven't spoken with her.
But: I hope she knows I love her, and we're sending the proverbial good thoughts, and I'm keeping a place in my heart for her.
Encore in Asheville
11/20/06
It's an odd experience to revisit a show two months down the line. I hadn't seen any of these guys since I left Boston on September 27, and although I'd heard reports that they were "holding their own" on the road, one can never be sure exactly what that means. Since none of the actors has ever performed in a long run, I expected to see a bit of "road weariness" creeping in to the show.
What I saw this morning was pretty much what I saw at final dress rehearsal. The show itself is in decent shape: There were no major goof-ups, and really any small ones would not be evident to an audience, only those of us who know the show well. Aside from everybody rushing certain scenes, the occasional missing of lighting marks (almost unavoidable when you play a different house every day), and an unfortunate problem with the cyc lights that meant key moments were muddled for lack of adequate illumination, they did an outstanding job, and the audience clearly enjoyed it.
I had told Andrew, the Stage Manager, that I was coming, and he told Erica, the House Manager, who had to let us in, but I don't think he told the actors so I was pleased to be greeted warmly when I popped backstage afterwards and interrupted the load-out process.This is a group of people (not just the actors, but Electrician, Stage Manager, and House Manager) that know how to get along with each other; if there are problems-and in a long tour, there inevitably are problems-they deal with them as a family, work through whatever issues there might be, and get on with the job at hand.
Rehearsing this group was a pleasure, and seeing them do so well made me very happy. I'm proud of all of them.
Above, left to right, behind me: Andrew Terlizzi, Morgan Carson, Liz Markey, Travis Horseman, Lil Malinich, Kevin Meehan. Not shown: Electrician Alicia Levey, and House Manager/Understudy Erica Camarano, who took the picture.
Departure Anxiety
01/04/06
I won't leave for Boston until next weekend, but I'm
already dreading the packing that needs to be done.
I'll be gone for about three months, and I will be
able to make a few side trips back here, but my day
to day existence will be quite different from being
at home.
Usually, I just take a suitcase stuffed with clothes and my backpack crammed with electronics, disks, chargers, keys, etc, but as I'm doing two (essentially) concurrent gigs and will be away longer, I need to plan this with a bit more care than my usual goin'-away-in-ten-minutes-better-take-some-stuff-with-me style. I won't have to pack pens, say, or shampoo, because those things, I'm pretty sure, are to be found in Boston, but my list of essentials grows daily.
Happily for me, I stay at my friend Karen's house, which is large and comfortable and reasonably close to the first job, and which also houses a pre-teen boy, and one pre-teen boy makes up for 2 teenage girls in the rambunctious department, so even though I will miss the girls, Gabe will make it sound like home. It also has a small yard and sits close to the street. Why is that a bonus? Because last year, after the freakin' blizzard which dumped four feet of snow on us, we were able to dig out in a relatively short amount of time.
For the second gig, though, I will have to drive about 25 miles. In crappy New England weather. With lots of Boston drivers. I haven't driven in a quite a while, so this ought to be fun.
Usually, I just take a suitcase stuffed with clothes and my backpack crammed with electronics, disks, chargers, keys, etc, but as I'm doing two (essentially) concurrent gigs and will be away longer, I need to plan this with a bit more care than my usual goin'-away-in-ten-minutes-better-take-some-stuff-with-me style. I won't have to pack pens, say, or shampoo, because those things, I'm pretty sure, are to be found in Boston, but my list of essentials grows daily.
Happily for me, I stay at my friend Karen's house, which is large and comfortable and reasonably close to the first job, and which also houses a pre-teen boy, and one pre-teen boy makes up for 2 teenage girls in the rambunctious department, so even though I will miss the girls, Gabe will make it sound like home. It also has a small yard and sits close to the street. Why is that a bonus? Because last year, after the freakin' blizzard which dumped four feet of snow on us, we were able to dig out in a relatively short amount of time.
For the second gig, though, I will have to drive about 25 miles. In crappy New England weather. With lots of Boston drivers. I haven't driven in a quite a while, so this ought to be fun.
And, it's 34 degrees.
01/03/06
Not really snow. Not really rain. Kinda sleet, but
not as icy. It doesn't look so bad in this shot,
but I swear it's like a giant Slushee machine burst open
over our house.
You can't ski, sled, skate, or swim, but it is fun to watch the cats navigate the back yard.
Funny, You Don't Look Fluish
12/12/05
My throat is scratchy, tender, and sore, and my body
aches. It started middle of last week, and I was
utterly useless last Thursday. Some of this I
attribute to playing Scrooge: keeping my legs
slightly bent, my feet splayed, and my hips thrust
catawampus, and using most of my vocal range for
'mean scrooge' and 'doubtful scrooge' and 'redeemed
scrooge', but my voice was always well supported and
my pre-show warm up and post-show hot showers took
care of most muscle/skeletal issues...
No, I just have a damn bug, that's all. Makes me very tired and reluctant to swallow, but vitamins, liquids, and drugs ought to knock it out in a week or so.
Today is also my Dad's 78th birthday. Happy Birthday, Pop!
No, I just have a damn bug, that's all. Makes me very tired and reluctant to swallow, but vitamins, liquids, and drugs ought to knock it out in a week or so.
Today is also my Dad's 78th birthday. Happy Birthday, Pop!
Taking A Swim In Lake Douglas
07/15/05
Where have I been? Oh, please..its not like I update
this very often anyway. So, yes, I've been lying low,
and I plan to do more.
Summer only comes around once a year, no matter the hemisphere (and discounting the tropics), so gather ye rosebuds. Or something.
I'm certain you can get along without me for a few moredays weeks.
Summer only comes around once a year, no matter the hemisphere (and discounting the tropics), so gather ye rosebuds. Or something.
I'm certain you can get along without me for a few more
What's Been Done This Week
05/28/05
• We've torn out the carpet in the living room and
the dining room, exposing the 100+ year old hardwood
floors. The floors are in surprisingly good shape for
their age, if in need of polishing and waxing, though
the dining room has rather more nicks and bumps than
the living room.
• Planted the herb garden, phase 3 of the new landscaping in the back yard.
• Replaced the very old, very delicate, very inoperable windows in the bedrooms and bathroom on the third floor with look-alike custom jobs.
• Still to come: Sprucing up the front porch. Staining the deck. Paint, paint, and more paint.
• Bonus: The irises are in full force, with the peonies looking to open in the next few days. Ditto the azaleas and rhododendrons.
Um. I seem to be a suburbanite.....
• Planted the herb garden, phase 3 of the new landscaping in the back yard.
• Replaced the very old, very delicate, very inoperable windows in the bedrooms and bathroom on the third floor with look-alike custom jobs.
• Still to come: Sprucing up the front porch. Staining the deck. Paint, paint, and more paint.
• Bonus: The irises are in full force, with the peonies looking to open in the next few days. Ditto the azaleas and rhododendrons.
Um. I seem to be a suburbanite.....
A Fine Institution
05/23/05
My heartiest, heartfelt, hearty heart heart
congratulations go out to my friends
Mark
and
Al,
who have announced their engagement(s). They're
marrying separate women, so they say. Miki and
Jamie, congrats to you two, too.
I should add that I haven't clapped eyes on either of these guys in at least four years, yet through the magic of email and blogs, I can ignore them just as surely as if I were still on the set or riding shotgun in a Penske.
My sister's nephew Todd is getting married, too, but I see him every six months.
Back slapping all around.
I should add that I haven't clapped eyes on either of these guys in at least four years, yet through the magic of email and blogs, I can ignore them just as surely as if I were still on the set or riding shotgun in a Penske.
My sister's nephew Todd is getting married, too, but I see him every six months.
Back slapping all around.
New Toys On The Horizon
05/03/05
Most of you who know me know that I'm a Mac user. I'm
not a mac bigot, necessarily;
I've used both PC's and Macs, though from my
perspective, the Mac has a superior operating system.
And it just got superior-er, with the release
of
Mac OS
version 10.4 'Tiger'.
This afternoon, I ordered a
new
ibook,
tricked out to max disk size and ram, with a
'superdrive' DVD burner. Why the ibook? My
current model, a 500 mhz G3 'icebook', has done
yeoman work, but it has a comparatively tiny hard
drive (my ipod
has a larger drive...), no burner, and is starting to
experience wacky screen problem.
I looked long and hard at the Powerbooks, and almost caved on the 12“ model cause its so damn cool looking... but that screen, same resolution as my ibook, seems much, much smaller to me. (I'm getting a 14” ibook. Yes, same resolution, but larger pixels for my no longer perfect eyesight) And, I was concerned about wifi reception. Jo has a 15“ Powerbook, and her reception is great if she's sitting right next to the Airport in the den, but pretty crappy when we're in the office, which is across the hall. My desk is 2 feet closer to the door, but still, I'm leery. Tiger is pre-loaded on the new machine, and of course, all the 'ilife' apps. (I was never able to run iDVD and Garageband on this one.)
So now the waiting game begins. It should ship tonight or tomorrow. I've spent money, so naturally, I'm sick about it.
I looked long and hard at the Powerbooks, and almost caved on the 12“ model cause its so damn cool looking... but that screen, same resolution as my ibook, seems much, much smaller to me. (I'm getting a 14” ibook. Yes, same resolution, but larger pixels for my no longer perfect eyesight) And, I was concerned about wifi reception. Jo has a 15“ Powerbook, and her reception is great if she's sitting right next to the Airport in the den, but pretty crappy when we're in the office, which is across the hall. My desk is 2 feet closer to the door, but still, I'm leery. Tiger is pre-loaded on the new machine, and of course, all the 'ilife' apps. (I was never able to run iDVD and Garageband on this one.)
So now the waiting game begins. It should ship tonight or tomorrow. I've spent money, so naturally, I'm sick about it.
Fur Ball
04/26/05
Wil Wheaton has had an
amazing professional life this year: he's a
successful writer and columnist, he's had his
return to prime time TV with a guest shot on CSI,
and the improv troupe he's a part of is kickin'
butt in L.A. He's had a bad run of luck on the pet
side of things though. One of his cats, Felix,
died of kidney failure in February, and just the
other day, his Maine Coon cat Sketch had a heart
attack and died while Wil was away on business.
About 5 months after I started seeing Jo, Julian, one of her cats, crawled to the base of the front porch, mysteriously injured, and not long after that died in her arms. We think he may have been glanced by a passing car, but there wasn't severe trauma or indeed, much blood at all. He was by far the most outdoorsy of the cats, showing up to eat and get him some lovin', but spending most of his time chasing squirrels or beating down field mice. And although I didn't know him all that well, it fell to me to give him his burial. Mind you, this was mid-late December, and the ground didn't give easily to the spade, but bury him we did; he rests near the back fence next to another family cat, Junior.
We survived with the three remaining kitties: Rocky and Sophie, who are litter mates, and Binx, who was Julian's brother. Binx is the alpha cat, endlessly patient with the others (famously rescued Rocky from his precarious perch in a tree once), and marvelously vocal when petted. He has sort of a high pitched stuck-muffler sound, completely endearing and quite soothing.
About a year ago, we all traipsed off to the Cat Show at a local hotel and cooed over the many balls of fur in both the Pure-Bred and Domestic rooms, and not long after that, Jo and I visited the Clifton Animal shelter. There we were chosen by a tiny, pawsy striped guy who'd been abandoned in a supermarket parking lot, and who the shelter had named, coincidentally, Binx. A week later (after the necessary visit to the vet), we brought him home and christened him Twidge.
He's been mostly an indoor cat, but lately we've been unable to restrain him when the other cats go out. Binx has taken charge of the little guy, following him and keeping him in line as he explores the wonder that is 'outside'.
I get a wee tense when Twidge is off on his jaunts. There are dangers out there: dogs and raccoons and the neighborhood bully cat and, of course, cars. But I'm heartened that Binx is keeping an eye out, and I'd like to imagine that maybe Julian, Junior, Felix and Sketch are, too.
About 5 months after I started seeing Jo, Julian, one of her cats, crawled to the base of the front porch, mysteriously injured, and not long after that died in her arms. We think he may have been glanced by a passing car, but there wasn't severe trauma or indeed, much blood at all. He was by far the most outdoorsy of the cats, showing up to eat and get him some lovin', but spending most of his time chasing squirrels or beating down field mice. And although I didn't know him all that well, it fell to me to give him his burial. Mind you, this was mid-late December, and the ground didn't give easily to the spade, but bury him we did; he rests near the back fence next to another family cat, Junior.
We survived with the three remaining kitties: Rocky and Sophie, who are litter mates, and Binx, who was Julian's brother. Binx is the alpha cat, endlessly patient with the others (famously rescued Rocky from his precarious perch in a tree once), and marvelously vocal when petted. He has sort of a high pitched stuck-muffler sound, completely endearing and quite soothing.
About a year ago, we all traipsed off to the Cat Show at a local hotel and cooed over the many balls of fur in both the Pure-Bred and Domestic rooms, and not long after that, Jo and I visited the Clifton Animal shelter. There we were chosen by a tiny, pawsy striped guy who'd been abandoned in a supermarket parking lot, and who the shelter had named, coincidentally, Binx. A week later (after the necessary visit to the vet), we brought him home and christened him Twidge.
He's been mostly an indoor cat, but lately we've been unable to restrain him when the other cats go out. Binx has taken charge of the little guy, following him and keeping him in line as he explores the wonder that is 'outside'.
I get a wee tense when Twidge is off on his jaunts. There are dangers out there: dogs and raccoons and the neighborhood bully cat and, of course, cars. But I'm heartened that Binx is keeping an eye out, and I'd like to imagine that maybe Julian, Junior, Felix and Sketch are, too.
Home Owner Science
04/01/05
It is a Scientific Fact that carefully wrapped
cables, extension cords, and strands of Christmas
lights tangle themselves over a period of time. How
much time is relative to when such cables, cords, and
strands will be needed again, so if you happen by the
storage area on Tuesday and notice that all the items
are neatly arranged, said items will be hopelessly
tangled when you go to use them on Wednesday. Why
this happens has been the subject of many many
studies over the years, and really, the best the
Scientific Community can do is say “We Don't Know”. I
believe that the converse must be true as well, thus
I'm conducting an experiment of my own.
Having finally taken down the Christmas lights, I tossed them haphazardly into a plastic storage tub. Again, I did not wrap them at all, I did not ensure that the strands were carefully separated, not touching in any way. I just tossed 'em.
I will see this tub many times over the next several months, and each time I do, the strands will be snarled together like the residents of a snake pit. BUT: In early December, on the day we decide to put them up again, I expect to find them neatly arranged, not twisted or tangled or jumbled, carefully laid out just so.
If not, Science has a lot of 'splainin to do.
Having finally taken down the Christmas lights, I tossed them haphazardly into a plastic storage tub. Again, I did not wrap them at all, I did not ensure that the strands were carefully separated, not touching in any way. I just tossed 'em.
I will see this tub many times over the next several months, and each time I do, the strands will be snarled together like the residents of a snake pit. BUT: In early December, on the day we decide to put them up again, I expect to find them neatly arranged, not twisted or tangled or jumbled, carefully laid out just so.
If not, Science has a lot of 'splainin to do.
The New Front Walk
03/23/05
This was going to be a post about the new front walk,
just completed. It replaces what was a dangerous,
crumbling eyesore. The guys did a terrific job.
Beautiful stone, solid underfoot, with a nice
semi-circle at the front steps. And the side path,
equally crumbly, has been replaced with bluestone
pavers. Yes, things are shaping up.
Not Only Am I Twelve, I'm Also A Sucker
03/14/04
We took the girls to a Cat Show last Saturday. A
pleasant way to spend an afternoon, really, except
that you want to take all the cats home...or at least
one of each breed. Naturally, by Sunday evening, Jo
and I were at the local shelter checking out the
homeless and unwanted. We had the idea that we'd get
the 5 year old Calico, but she'd been de-clawed. In
this neighborhood, a cat needs claws.
While I was looking at another cat, claws reached out from above and grabbed my hair. I had been 'tagged' by a little fellow, and when we got him out of the cage, he also grabbed my nose, then settled in against my chest and purred.
The shelter told us he'd been found wandering in a local grocery store. He's probably not more than 6 months old, and certainly undernourished, but very friendly. We brought him home Wednesday, and our other cats have taken him in stride with a minimum of fuss...except for Rocky, who is used to being the baby and so hisses quite a bit, but less and less every day.
The shelter had named him Binx, but since we already have a Binx, he is now known as Twidge.
While I was looking at another cat, claws reached out from above and grabbed my hair. I had been 'tagged' by a little fellow, and when we got him out of the cage, he also grabbed my nose, then settled in against my chest and purred.
The shelter told us he'd been found wandering in a local grocery store. He's probably not more than 6 months old, and certainly undernourished, but very friendly. We brought him home Wednesday, and our other cats have taken him in stride with a minimum of fuss...except for Rocky, who is used to being the baby and so hisses quite a bit, but less and less every day.
The shelter had named him Binx, but since we already have a Binx, he is now known as Twidge.
On This Date: Make of This What You Will
02/03/04
Actress Maura Tierney is 39.
Actor Douglas Coler is 39, again.
Actor Nathan Lane is 48.
Actress Morgan Fairchild is 54.
Singer-guitarist Dave Davies is 57.
Football Hall-of-Famer Bob Griese is 59.
Actress Blythe Danner is 61.
Actress Bridget Hanley is 63.
Football Hall-of-Famer Fran Tarkenton is 64.
Comedian Shelley Berman is 78.
Actor John Fiedler is 79.
Comedian Joey Bishop is 86.
In 1690, the first paper money in America was issued by the colony of Massachusetts.
In 1783, Spain recognized U.S. independence.
In 1809, the territory of Illinois was created.
In 1924, the 28th president of the United States, Woodrow Wilson, died in Washington at age 67.
In 1959, a plane crash near Clear Lake, Iowa, claimed the lives of rock-and-roll stars Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and J.P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson.
Actor Douglas Coler is 39, again.
Actor Nathan Lane is 48.
Actress Morgan Fairchild is 54.
Singer-guitarist Dave Davies is 57.
Football Hall-of-Famer Bob Griese is 59.
Actress Blythe Danner is 61.
Actress Bridget Hanley is 63.
Football Hall-of-Famer Fran Tarkenton is 64.
Comedian Shelley Berman is 78.
Actor John Fiedler is 79.
Comedian Joey Bishop is 86.
In 1690, the first paper money in America was issued by the colony of Massachusetts.
In 1783, Spain recognized U.S. independence.
In 1809, the territory of Illinois was created.
In 1924, the 28th president of the United States, Woodrow Wilson, died in Washington at age 67.
In 1959, a plane crash near Clear Lake, Iowa, claimed the lives of rock-and-roll stars Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and J.P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson.
Long Delay and Still Insipid
12/18/03
Forgive me Father. It's been a month since my last
blog entry...
Thanksgiving was spent in Richmond, VA in the pleasant company of milady's father, brother, sister, and assorted family members. The drive down was not too bad, considering we travelled on Wednesday. We hit a major traffic halt just south of D.C., adding an hour to the journey, but it really could've been worse. I hadn't been to Richmond in a couple of years, and the last time was quick in/quick out with a show, so Jo gave me the "this is her life" tour of all her old haunts.
Lots of snow shoveling recently, but I can get it done in not much time. Just the driveway and front walk, since there's no sidewalk on our side of the street. Oh, and chopping thru the huge pile at the end of the driveway that's left by the city snowplows. Thanks guys!
My print agents have been sending me on a lot of go-sees, for which I am grateful. One thing stands out: At most of these calls I am the only blond. There are some guys who have light brown hair, but I am consistently the single blondest male in the room. I may be the only one in the city...except for that guy on Queer Eye.
I've blitzed the agencies with my Commercial Voice Over Demo, and I'm just sitting down to do the follow-up calls. I wonder if I sound blond, too...
I did my annual walk-around-and-get-gift-ideas-but-don't-buy-anything-yet trip the other day, covered a good portion of downtown in the morning and midtown later in the day. And actually got some gift ideas.
Recently got a few residual checks from Days Of Our Lives. For all I know, I may be a very well known face in certain 'foreign markets'.
Tonight is the agency's holiday party, where we mingle and schmooze and meet those other people who are represented by the same agents and think that they're really too close to my type and maybe they should be dropped from the roster so that the agents can concentrate on me. Oughta be fun.
Thanksgiving was spent in Richmond, VA in the pleasant company of milady's father, brother, sister, and assorted family members. The drive down was not too bad, considering we travelled on Wednesday. We hit a major traffic halt just south of D.C., adding an hour to the journey, but it really could've been worse. I hadn't been to Richmond in a couple of years, and the last time was quick in/quick out with a show, so Jo gave me the "this is her life" tour of all her old haunts.
Lots of snow shoveling recently, but I can get it done in not much time. Just the driveway and front walk, since there's no sidewalk on our side of the street. Oh, and chopping thru the huge pile at the end of the driveway that's left by the city snowplows. Thanks guys!
My print agents have been sending me on a lot of go-sees, for which I am grateful. One thing stands out: At most of these calls I am the only blond. There are some guys who have light brown hair, but I am consistently the single blondest male in the room. I may be the only one in the city...except for that guy on Queer Eye.
I've blitzed the agencies with my Commercial Voice Over Demo, and I'm just sitting down to do the follow-up calls. I wonder if I sound blond, too...
I did my annual walk-around-and-get-gift-ideas-but-don't-buy-anything-yet trip the other day, covered a good portion of downtown in the morning and midtown later in the day. And actually got some gift ideas.
Recently got a few residual checks from Days Of Our Lives. For all I know, I may be a very well known face in certain 'foreign markets'.
Tonight is the agency's holiday party, where we mingle and schmooze and meet those other people who are represented by the same agents and think that they're really too close to my type and maybe they should be dropped from the roster so that the agents can concentrate on me. Oughta be fun.
Taken
10/24/03
The old washer and dryer, whisked away by city
employees, as promised. This morning. Before 7. Shall
I be annoyed that they parked their truck on the pile
of leaves at the curb? Y'know, the ever-growing pile
that other city employees come and whisk
away twice a month? No, I shall not .
'Appliance Removal Service' requires an appointment be made with the city and is different from 'Bulky Waste Day', which is a monthly event and strictly controlled by the appropriate civic division. Apparently, appliances are not considered bulky waste. Not that they aren't bulky. Or waste (at least, to us). Bulky Waste is the detritus of daily life that accumulates in the garage or basement or living room -old dollhouses, say, or grandfather clocks- things that don't fit in the standard curbside trash cans. The advantage of a regularly scheduled Bulky Waste Day is that everybody puts out their junk the evening before pick up, so if you're so inclined, you can drive around the neighborhoods looking at other people's bulky waste, and if the spirit moves you, claim it as your own. Which is how Jo became the owner of six perfectly good oak chairs, now cleaned and reupholstered and gracing the dining room.
Come to think of it, I didn't actually see a city logo on the truck this morning. Maybe an enterprising young family, in desperate need of washer and dryer, seized the opportunity. In which case, I may yet be confronted by angry official appliance removal guys wanting to know why we placed a prank pick up call.
'Appliance Removal Service' requires an appointment be made with the city and is different from 'Bulky Waste Day', which is a monthly event and strictly controlled by the appropriate civic division. Apparently, appliances are not considered bulky waste. Not that they aren't bulky. Or waste (at least, to us). Bulky Waste is the detritus of daily life that accumulates in the garage or basement or living room -old dollhouses, say, or grandfather clocks- things that don't fit in the standard curbside trash cans. The advantage of a regularly scheduled Bulky Waste Day is that everybody puts out their junk the evening before pick up, so if you're so inclined, you can drive around the neighborhoods looking at other people's bulky waste, and if the spirit moves you, claim it as your own. Which is how Jo became the owner of six perfectly good oak chairs, now cleaned and reupholstered and gracing the dining room.
Come to think of it, I didn't actually see a city logo on the truck this morning. Maybe an enterprising young family, in desperate need of washer and dryer, seized the opportunity. In which case, I may yet be confronted by angry official appliance removal guys wanting to know why we placed a prank pick up call.
Strong Like Bull
10/22/03
In the spirit, if not the time frame, of Spring
Cleaning, we finally got the old washer and dryer out
of the basement today. Luckily for me, the house has
an ancient, yet servicable, passage directly to the
back yard. I would've rather disassembled the damn
things than lug them up through the kitchen. The rear
door, um doors, actually, resemble those of a castle
keep, with heavy locking hardware and diagonal
struts. They are also covered in cobwebs. Or they
were. Although I gave the doors and stairwell a good
going-over with a broom, a fair number of webs ended
up on me. Great. Later tonight I'll have families of
spiders nesting in my beard.
The doors are wide enough, so it was no struggle to get the machinery through them, and there are only 5 steps to negotiate, albeit steep and crumbly steps. With Jo spotting from the bottom of the steps, I hoisted the dolly up the steps, through the not-as-muddy-as-it-was-last-week yard, and into the garage, where they remain until Friday morning when the kindly folk from the city pick them up. I guess all the working out (cough) is paying off. I wasn't winded or strained in the least, which is a good thing. If I'd lost my grip, I'd have a squished girlfriend in the basement and a lot of explaining to do.
Mmmmm...squished girlfriend...
The doors are wide enough, so it was no struggle to get the machinery through them, and there are only 5 steps to negotiate, albeit steep and crumbly steps. With Jo spotting from the bottom of the steps, I hoisted the dolly up the steps, through the not-as-muddy-as-it-was-last-week yard, and into the garage, where they remain until Friday morning when the kindly folk from the city pick them up. I guess all the working out (cough) is paying off. I wasn't winded or strained in the least, which is a good thing. If I'd lost my grip, I'd have a squished girlfriend in the basement and a lot of explaining to do.
Mmmmm...squished girlfriend...
On This Date
10/19/03
My Dog Ate My Blog
09/30/03
This is the only excuse I have for not writing. If I
had a dog, perhaps the alibi would hold water. Cats
and hamsters aren't the usual suspects when one is
searching for an animal to blame for the
disappearance of one's work; snakes (such as the
now-permanently named Kenny) are also not the usual
suspects, but a very good choice, there being
something Biblically nefarious about them. If Kenny
hadn't been busy the past week shedding his skin, I
could've conceivably made him the culprit, but he was
both timid and surly the whole time, and really
couldn't be bothered with something so mundane as
this. (He's much fresher looking now.)
The last 10 days or so have been mildly eventful. I signed on to do two more readings: First up on Oct. 6 is a revised version of The Bones Of Giants, which we presented at Ensemble Studio Theatre in March. I will again play Buffalo Bill and flinty westerner Abe Hardwood. In early November, I'll be reading the role of John Honeyman in a new play about George Washington and certain events surrounding the Battle of Trenton. Exact date has yet to be determined, but I'm jazzed to be working with director Hilary Adams and Julian Rad, of WORKS Productions, who just impressed the hell outta me with their production of Moby Dick.
I also had a preliminary interview (known as a 'pre-screening') over at Law & Order: Criminal Intent. All this means really is that they've seen my work, and now I'm in the "pool" of actors to be used, should the occasion arise that they require somebody just like me...Still, they could not have been nicer. I was, of course, happy to have been summoned, and I hope they do require somebody just like me. And, I was seen for the National Tour of The Exonerated. I have no expectations about the result of this audition, but it was kick-ass. The tour begins October 7, so unless my phone rings in the next five minutes or so, I'm SOL.
Oh. I also had my flu shot today, courtesy of AEA, SAG, AFTRA, and The Actors Fund of America.
The last 10 days or so have been mildly eventful. I signed on to do two more readings: First up on Oct. 6 is a revised version of The Bones Of Giants, which we presented at Ensemble Studio Theatre in March. I will again play Buffalo Bill and flinty westerner Abe Hardwood. In early November, I'll be reading the role of John Honeyman in a new play about George Washington and certain events surrounding the Battle of Trenton. Exact date has yet to be determined, but I'm jazzed to be working with director Hilary Adams and Julian Rad, of WORKS Productions, who just impressed the hell outta me with their production of Moby Dick.
I also had a preliminary interview (known as a 'pre-screening') over at Law & Order: Criminal Intent. All this means really is that they've seen my work, and now I'm in the "pool" of actors to be used, should the occasion arise that they require somebody just like me...Still, they could not have been nicer. I was, of course, happy to have been summoned, and I hope they do require somebody just like me. And, I was seen for the National Tour of The Exonerated. I have no expectations about the result of this audition, but it was kick-ass. The tour begins October 7, so unless my phone rings in the next five minutes or so, I'm SOL.
Oh. I also had my flu shot today, courtesy of AEA, SAG, AFTRA, and The Actors Fund of America.
Neglect
09/20/03
Usta be, I could procrastinate in every area of my
life, but with the passage of time and the stubborn
bill paying schedule I've created for myself, I find
that I can no longer let things go so casually as I
once did. These are sad times. Clean the house? Done.
Do laundry? Done. Grocery shopping, monologue work?
Done and done. Call my parents, be attentive and
loving to my girlfriend and her kids, see random
shows that friends are in? Done.
But the simple act of posting to this every day, or even every other day, is daunting: I stare forlornly at the screen, thinking witty and profound thoughts, but my fingers make no move to the keyboard, my urge to vent or tell a joke or be philosophical or report last week's Fantasy football scores lost in the subtle hazy blue of my iBook's screen. "Is that the right background for today?", I wonder. Maybe I'd more more inspired by a another desktop picture. Something more powerful, or nature-y, or animal skin-y, or...different-y. So I set the pictures to change every 5 seconds, and I'm mesmerized by the great variety of backgrounds I've assembled. How can I have that many pictures of Stonehenge? Do I really need a folder full of Ansel Adams desktops? When was the last time I used that Half-Dome picture, anyway? Oooh, there's that hot snap of Jennifer Garner, and that one of Cate Blanchett! Hey, when did I turn that pdf of my Days Of Our Lives contract into a desktop pic? Too many distractions. I should stick to blue.
But the simple act of posting to this every day, or even every other day, is daunting: I stare forlornly at the screen, thinking witty and profound thoughts, but my fingers make no move to the keyboard, my urge to vent or tell a joke or be philosophical or report last week's Fantasy football scores lost in the subtle hazy blue of my iBook's screen. "Is that the right background for today?", I wonder. Maybe I'd more more inspired by a another desktop picture. Something more powerful, or nature-y, or animal skin-y, or...different-y. So I set the pictures to change every 5 seconds, and I'm mesmerized by the great variety of backgrounds I've assembled. How can I have that many pictures of Stonehenge? Do I really need a folder full of Ansel Adams desktops? When was the last time I used that Half-Dome picture, anyway? Oooh, there's that hot snap of Jennifer Garner, and that one of Cate Blanchett! Hey, when did I turn that pdf of my Days Of Our Lives contract into a desktop pic? Too many distractions. I should stick to blue.
I Have To Do What?
09/12/03
I seem to not yet have the hang of this blogging
thang. After days of surfing, I have discovered that
one is supposed to add to this collection on a daily
basis. Some even post new thoughts several times a
day, and the really hardy souls have just jacked
Kung-Log
directly into their brains and are thinking new
posts!
My golly a hundred, what have I done?
My golly a hundred, what have I done?
Icing The Cake
08/16/03
A fair portion of the day was spent at the wedding
reception of our friends Kathryn and
John. A much shorter amount of time was
spent in the pet store, getting a pack of Mice on Ice for the newest
member of the family, a Ball
Python who is yet nameless, but will probably be
called Kenny. I'm not sure what one event has to do
with the other, but it was an odd juxtaposition: 60
people at a backyard barbeque (complete with whole
roasted pig), pleasant conversation, merrymaking, and
toasting, then home to thaw a frozen mouse in hot
water and watch it get swallowed by a reptile. I
can't be sure its not some kind matrimonial metaphor.
Panties Or Briefs?
08/07/03
I'm in love with a woman who is the mother of two
girls, and the word 'panties' is uttered frequently
in their house. Sometimes 6 or 7 times a day. Which
lead me to wonder just what the difference is between
Panties and Briefs. Essentially, women's panties and
men's briefs are the same item; the fabric varies,
sure, and the style, but the shape is pretty much the
same across the board. The whole category is
Underwear, I suppose, but those two garments are
specific in their nomenclature. I'm rather reluctant
to describe anything wrapped around my nether regions
as brief...guilt by association? I do understand the
name Panties. The diminutive form of Pants. Most men
wear pants, but not panties...Slacks, maybe, but not
slacksies...Jeans, but not jeansies...shorts, but not
shorties.
As you can see, this is a complex question...
I find boxer shorts uncomfortable, jockey shorts too complicated (that whole fly thing), and boxer briefs redundant, so its bikini briefs for me. Or, as I've come to think of them, panties. I'm wearing diminutive pants right now. And I like it.
As you can see, this is a complex question...
I find boxer shorts uncomfortable, jockey shorts too complicated (that whole fly thing), and boxer briefs redundant, so its bikini briefs for me. Or, as I've come to think of them, panties. I'm wearing diminutive pants right now. And I like it.
