How'd you do?--I see you've met my...

...faithful handyman...

Well, that was fun. Tonight was opening night for the little play I'm in (check it out here). I play a body guard who looks FBI/MIB-ish and is a self-proclaimed hyper-intellectual. It's quite fun. But, hey, I knew it would be when I found out I get to wear shades and a black suit the whole time and shoot people with blowdarts. Really, the only problem is the makeup makes me look like Boy-George from up close (apparently it looks fine from the audience, however). Alright. Now I've just got to get through 3 more nights of this play. But, like I said, we're off to a good start. Ah well.

I did have some thoughts I was going to write here about the yeast of the pharisees and white-washed tombs, but the play has got me in a better mood than that so I'll wait till later. Well, time for bed (and what a bed it is).

"I thought you were going to wake me at 6:30."
"I also said women like men who are shaped like potatoes. Can you find the pattern here?"

(BTW, you're going to have to look very hard for my hidden comments since I changed the template of my blog)

Comme tous les songe-creux,

je confondis le désenchantement avec la vérité.

A whole new look, a whole new theme/title/quote, a whole new set of pictures:

Finnan James vol 6

Other than that, you can expect some meanderings, thoughts, and generally misinterpreted comments to follow swiftly after this post (*please note: "swiftly" is a relative term).

"Pineapples aren't intelligent lifeforms."
"They're smarter than bananas. It's all relative."