June 5th, Day Two, should be Day Four. Oops, life happens.

The Bristol Opera House. Home to Elkhart Civic Theatre.

     I will not be undaunted in doing this blog. It is amazing as to what gets pushed to the side when craziness happens. And, my craziness is what I am going to talk about.... My love of theatre. Not just going to the theatre, but, participating in it.

     If you look at the picture to the right, you will notice the blue building, That is my home away from home. In the last couple of weeks I have spent about half of my waking hours in that building or at least working towards the end goal. The end goal this time is the Tony Award winning musical "The Drowsy Chaperone.

     Now, I am not going to talk about the show, or even talk about my character. What I am going to talk about is why I do theatre. Well, First of all, I enjoy it. The work is hard, the hours can be long, but, when you hear the laughter, the gasps, and the applause. It is worth all of it. But, the main reason why I do theatre is because of the people. Now, sometimes I get along with a couple of people in the cast. Other times, like this show, I get along with everyone, and I will truly miss all of them.

     We all need to find people, and when I am working on a show, I always seem to find someone. Sometimes I reconnect with someone that I have worked with before, and sometimes I find new people that enrich my life. So, If they are reading this. Thank you.

June 2nd, Day one of 365 blogs about me. This should be interesting (with a pic. lol)

     Dice. Those are just some of my dice, and yes, that is a huge mound of dice. And "Why do you have them?" you might say. Well, I am a geek, a dork, a nerd. In other words a gamer. Now, most of us have played games, but, we wouldn't fall under the category of "gamer". Why is that? Well, Do you consistently check forums on other peoples games and see what they are doing? Do you talk to people from around the country for hours on end about favorite characters? Do you get really grumpy when something happens that disrupts plans for game time?  Do you have a lot of publications fueling your ideas for current and or future games? If you have answered yes to some of those questions, you may be a gamer. I answered yes to all of them of course.

     Now, I started when I was 8, it was a local game with friends of mine from the neighborhood. I started by playing a  human wizard, who met his demise by tripping on a rock while running away from combat. I tripped, cracked my head on another rock, and died. The next game, My newly-dead wizard's twin brother, who also happened to be a wizard showed up. He lasted a little longer.

     Now, since I was so young, and it was something that really into, I took my books everywhere. Now, friends of my mother saw these books in my hands, and in my backpack, and saw how much I loved them, how much I was into them, and felt it was their duty to question my mother on her choice to allow me to play. Which she told them, "I have questioned my son, he knows that what he is doing is just a game. Back off. When he starts to get delusional and thinks that he can cast spells, then I will get him to stop" Now, I wish I could cast spells, Magic Missile would have been a handy one here in these past couple of weeks, but alas, I can't.

     As I grew up and lived my life, people felt the need to question my love of gaming. I remember one church member asking me, "How can you play Dungeons and Dragons and still think that you are a good Christian?" I looked at the woman, and plainly said. "It's a game Honey, I know the difference. Do you?" She wasn't too happy with me. Dungeons and Dragons is a game, It is a means of escape from our lives, It is a way to socialize with our friends, and it is a way to feel a small sense of power in our lives, being able to control someone who ultimately benefits the world and know that they do. In other words, an ego boost.

     Now, I will play Dungeon and Dragons until the day I die, I will teach my friends and family how to play if they want to learn, and I will always have a fantastic time doing so. I am a gamer, and damn proud of it.

Dreams and Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day to everyone! Kinda feel weird, my mother gave me money so I could go get her a card. , but, what the hell, she know that I am looking for a job. She loves me and even though she irritates the crap out of me, I love her as well. I think that we all have that person in our life that we love and drives us nuts at the same time. Hell, I might be that person for you. LOL

So, My dream was probably the most interesting one that I have had in a long time. I dreamt that I was a member of the X-files with Mulder and Scully. The case was a group of missing mentally handicapped people from a old school. In the old gymnasium there was these thinning trees with empty wheelchairs strewn around them. On the floor was remnants of stuffed animals and dolls amidst piles of puzzle pieces. As we walked around the school, all of a sudden a Hispanic little person ran beside me and of course I ordered him to stop, and he flipped me off and to told me to fuck off. His mouth was dripping blood, it was kinda gross. While looking at security footage, I looked at Mulder and told him "Hey guess what I get to do?" he looked at me funny and then I said "I get to be the person of this episode that tells you to come over here and take a look at this." which caused him to start laughing. Well, while walking around with Scully, we found a room that only had doorknobs on the outside, and I pointed that to Scully. She noted as to how weird that was. When she and I made it back to the gym, we saw someone within the trees, he started to run, and we were just watching him, afraid that he was about to attack us, when all of a sudden the staff of the place come out and were going to go after the "Slow Child." The "Slow child"'s speed picked up greatly at this point as he started to look like a blur, he jumped into one of the walls yelling "yomway". Scully and I, With guns drawn, ran after the guy, We yelled "yomway", and jumped. I remember turning around to look at the people that were coming to get us, their faces turned from flesh colored to grey, the eyes elongated and changed to Opaque black, the teeth were sharp like needles, the fingers elongated. We landed in some sort of substance that was yellow and had the consistency of Sticky-Tack when you pull on it. Once I got out of the yellow substance, I was handed the pages of a newspaper containing the comics. And then I woke up. Crazy Right?

Something to write about.

Yeah!!! I am happy to have something to talk about, I know I said that if i didn't do this everyday that I shouldn't have this blog, but, I am allowed to change my mind. So there :P

Anyway, the things that I want to talk about are: My skills at Dungeon and Dragons, and Jesus. And now that I got your attention... I can begin.

My ability to pull things out of my ass amazes me. Get that dirty thought out of your mind. I mean when it comes to creating adventures for Dungeons and Dragons. What happened for me this time was I received a call from a one of my friends that was going to be joining our gaming group, he asked me if we could play this evening, well technically last evening,but, anyways. He called and said that if I wanted to, He wanted to play and that two of my other players were available if I wanted to. So, I said yes. now they only problem was that the friend that called me didn't have a character. and were were going to being playing game two and a half hours later. So, I spent an hour and thirty five minutes, one the phone, with my friend, making his character. Once that was done, I hopped into the shower real fast, got clean and shaved. then got dried off, put on new clothes, grabbed my stuff and was out the door.

Now while driving and showering, I was thinking about game. What did I want to happen? What was I going to throw at my players to keep them on their toes? Could I pull off making a decent game with very little planning time? Well, the answer to the first question was the newbie's character waking up tied to a spit, and being turned over a fire. The second question was answered with Goblins and Hobgoblins and and the interesting twist where I used a player's spirit animal to wake her up. And since I left game tonight feeling very satisfied, I feel that the third was a big yes.

Normally I like being prepared, now I have been prepared for next weeks game, that was originally scheduled a month ago, for about three weeks, so hopefully that on will go that much better.

And now to Jesus. I know, random, but, you all know that I am. So, anyway, it is Easter. the day of the return of Jesus. Now I can't say that I am a non-believer, I just don't believe in the same way that maybe you do. Do I believe that there was a Jesus? Yes, I am sure that there was a Jesus. But, do I believe that he did all of those miracles? I think that he had help, and not God. I am sure between Jesus and his Disciples they did some of those wonderful things for the people of the Bible. I feel that people interpret the Bible to suit their means , there are way too many people who use the Bible as a weapon instead of the book of morals that I feel it was intended. You can disagree with me, and that is fine, that is my way of seeing things, but, I am sure that when it is all said and done, one of us will be right and one of us will be wrong. And, I am okay with either result.

I know, I know, I know...

It's been a while. I know... Bad Homo, No Porn. Whatever. Bite me. Nowadays my life has been, um, weird, I guess. Just trying to find a job, work on my script. Oh yeah, I am in a new show, The Drowsy Chaperone. I am playing Feldzieg. He is the producer for the show, I have a dance number, lol, it is going well, other than I kinda wanna stab the choreographer in the temple with a Sharpie. Just saying. I am a volunteer, I realize so are you, and you may have choreographed a show before but that doesn't give you the right to be a bitch. Just saying.

I guess the reason why I haven't been blogging is just that I wanted to keep my shit private, and that I really didn't have anything to say. I know those of you that know me are probably gasping for air. It just that, I can't help it, but sometimes I don't wanna burden people with my crap. That's not my thing. I will help you with your crap, but, as to mine.... um, it doesn't exist.

I guess that sometime I will be blogging more, just not right now.... Um, soon... I promise.