I discovered last night, as I was taking a shower, that the water had been turned off. I discovered this because the cold water was not running, only the hot. So as soon as we ran out of the water that was in the hot water heater...
I finished work early last night, so, with so much free time, I decided to deposit this week's work check at the ATM. It was about 1 in the morning so I pulled out my wallet to get my check card to open the door to the bank's ATM. And I discovered that I no longer have a check card. I think I left it in the ATM when I got some money out on Wednesday.
The headphone jack is fried on my iPod and I cannot hear any audio, no matter what headphones I plug in. The iPod plays fine. I just can't actually listen to it! I was going to take it to the Apple Store tomorrow and see what can be done, but now that I don't have any sort of credit/check card, I should probably wait.
I really need to get the water turned back on. Cuz I have to poop...
Friday, October 13, 2006
The Enigma
During one of the performances of "Jungle Woman of the Jungle", there was a photographer taking pictures.
I am not a very photogenic person. Between the ages of 12 and 17, I would hide everytime pictures were taken at my family reunions. Year after year of family group photos are missing me. My cousin and I used to get a kick out of it. One time, we hid in the tree above where the family was taking pictures. It was hard to stifle our laughter as my aunt yelled out, only several feet below us, "Where's David?! Where's Tommy?!"
These days I don't have to hide. I seldom find myself as anyone's photographic subject.
The irony, of course, is that I love looking at pictures of myself.
I'm an unabashed narcissist. Unfortunately, I am usually the only one harboring this desire to look at pictures of David Michael Orsborn. And so, unless I am taking the picture myself, I often must be content with seeing myself in the background of other peoples' pictures.
Looking through the pictures from the play, I was amazed by my uncanny ability to escape the camera's gaze almost entirely. I was onstage in many of these shots, but all that is captured is an elbow here, a chin there. Like the Bigfoot of the stage! There is little evidence of my existence. You just had to be there...
Check out the pics HERE
I am not a very photogenic person. Between the ages of 12 and 17, I would hide everytime pictures were taken at my family reunions. Year after year of family group photos are missing me. My cousin and I used to get a kick out of it. One time, we hid in the tree above where the family was taking pictures. It was hard to stifle our laughter as my aunt yelled out, only several feet below us, "Where's David?! Where's Tommy?!"
These days I don't have to hide. I seldom find myself as anyone's photographic subject.
The irony, of course, is that I love looking at pictures of myself.
I'm an unabashed narcissist. Unfortunately, I am usually the only one harboring this desire to look at pictures of David Michael Orsborn. And so, unless I am taking the picture myself, I often must be content with seeing myself in the background of other peoples' pictures.
Looking through the pictures from the play, I was amazed by my uncanny ability to escape the camera's gaze almost entirely. I was onstage in many of these shots, but all that is captured is an elbow here, a chin there. Like the Bigfoot of the stage! There is little evidence of my existence. You just had to be there...
Check out the pics HERE
Monday, October 09, 2006
Finally Taking a Breath
Well, the play is done with.
I think we had a good run. There were a few slow nights where the crowd wasn't as responsive as you'd hope, but Friday night sold out and the audience laughed and enjoyed themselves. Saturday night was also a full house and seemed to go over rather well.
I realized, after it was all said and done, that the character I played sort of anchored the play. A fellow performer half-complained, "I think it's safe to say that Dave was the star of the show every fucking night." It's true that I got laughs at every performance, but I feel that my lines were a little easier to milk. My character was the most "normal" in the play. Sort of the voice of reason in many situations. And I think that having a character to identify with makes the audience feel safe. Especially in a jungle play with a race of cat-people, a "living waterfall of beautiful girls", a grizzled old prospector out of the Old West, and biblical references. It was a tad absurd, and my character provided the grounding in reality necessary for an audience to take the trip.
I've never been good at analyzing things, and I certainly never drew these conclusions beforehand. But I picked up on it as the performances went on. It's interesting how an audience's reaction makes you look at scenes differently. That's one thing I learned in improv. That the audience will lead the scene. As a performer, you've got to let them. I delievered some of my lines differently each night. Depending on the audience's laughter I either amped it up or reigned it in. I certainly let some scenes drag on if I was getting laughs. C'mon, I'm a big ham.
As much as it drove me nuts rehearsing this thing for the last four months, it was well worth it when we finally got up in front of a paying audience and delievered our goods. I had a good time and enjoyed working with my fellow performers. And yes, as much as I'll bitch and moan during rehearsals, I would love the opportunity to act in Simon's next play..."Witch Prison"! (If you're reading this Simon, keep me in mind as you write it. I'm down for whateva.)
And to top it all off, I went to see Martin Scorsese's new film "The Departed", and it was awesome. The performances were top-notch, it moved so fast you never got bored, the changes made from the original film were intriguing and added a whole new layer of subtext, and I am planning to see it again and again. In fact, I felt a lump in my throat when the final shot faded out and the words "A Martin Scorsese Picture" came up. I was reminded once again by the master just why I love film and why I've been making films and videos for the last 18 years.
As my character in the play would say, "Hoorah!"
I think we had a good run. There were a few slow nights where the crowd wasn't as responsive as you'd hope, but Friday night sold out and the audience laughed and enjoyed themselves. Saturday night was also a full house and seemed to go over rather well.
I realized, after it was all said and done, that the character I played sort of anchored the play. A fellow performer half-complained, "I think it's safe to say that Dave was the star of the show every fucking night." It's true that I got laughs at every performance, but I feel that my lines were a little easier to milk. My character was the most "normal" in the play. Sort of the voice of reason in many situations. And I think that having a character to identify with makes the audience feel safe. Especially in a jungle play with a race of cat-people, a "living waterfall of beautiful girls", a grizzled old prospector out of the Old West, and biblical references. It was a tad absurd, and my character provided the grounding in reality necessary for an audience to take the trip.
I've never been good at analyzing things, and I certainly never drew these conclusions beforehand. But I picked up on it as the performances went on. It's interesting how an audience's reaction makes you look at scenes differently. That's one thing I learned in improv. That the audience will lead the scene. As a performer, you've got to let them. I delievered some of my lines differently each night. Depending on the audience's laughter I either amped it up or reigned it in. I certainly let some scenes drag on if I was getting laughs. C'mon, I'm a big ham.
As much as it drove me nuts rehearsing this thing for the last four months, it was well worth it when we finally got up in front of a paying audience and delievered our goods. I had a good time and enjoyed working with my fellow performers. And yes, as much as I'll bitch and moan during rehearsals, I would love the opportunity to act in Simon's next play..."Witch Prison"! (If you're reading this Simon, keep me in mind as you write it. I'm down for whateva.)
And to top it all off, I went to see Martin Scorsese's new film "The Departed", and it was awesome. The performances were top-notch, it moved so fast you never got bored, the changes made from the original film were intriguing and added a whole new layer of subtext, and I am planning to see it again and again. In fact, I felt a lump in my throat when the final shot faded out and the words "A Martin Scorsese Picture" came up. I was reminded once again by the master just why I love film and why I've been making films and videos for the last 18 years.
As my character in the play would say, "Hoorah!"
Friday, September 22, 2006
The Play's Almost Here
You should reserve tickets by going to junglewomanofthejungle@yahoo.com. They are $15, but go up to $18 at the door. So reserve them!
There's also more info about the play times and stuff if you email them.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Can I Get A Reacharound?
One of the things I love most about moving is that I end up without internet for months at a time.
Last year, I was unable to get my TimeWarner cable internet account switched over to my new apartment because it was not a real "apartment", forcing me to go with Verizon DSL.
Now I am trying to switch my Verizon DSL over to my new address, and they informed me it would take 3 weeks to switch everything over.
Why? Because they can.
Well, two weeks into my wait I get an email from Verizon informing me that "Verizon DSL may not be available in [my] area" and that "further testing is required". I am only 30 blocks from my previous apartment, but for some reason it's a big hassle. Naturally.
Oh, but they did say they were "sorry for the delay in processing [my] order".
So I applied online for TimeWarner Road Runner internet and was informed that "an order was already placed on 8/24/05" and that they could "not continue further with [my] request".
Huh?
I know I shouldn't be, but I am continually baffled by the incompetence of huge corporations. I'd complain more, but who'd listen? Certainly not Karla in customer service, whose temp agency woke her up at 10 am this morning offering this gig, that she only took because she got really trashed last night and blew, like, 200 hundred dollars on too many margaritas and stuff and she really needed that money for textbooks for that stupid Contemporary Media Issues course she signed up for only because Geoff was taking it, but, like, now they're totally broken up and it's too late to add/drop and God, the last thing she wants to do is listen to stupid people bitch about their internet problems, like, hello, do I look like I spend all day in front of a computer?
So it looks like I'll have to do some more hoop-jumping before I am "connected" again.
Last year, I was unable to get my TimeWarner cable internet account switched over to my new apartment because it was not a real "apartment", forcing me to go with Verizon DSL.
Now I am trying to switch my Verizon DSL over to my new address, and they informed me it would take 3 weeks to switch everything over.
Why? Because they can.
Well, two weeks into my wait I get an email from Verizon informing me that "Verizon DSL may not be available in [my] area" and that "further testing is required". I am only 30 blocks from my previous apartment, but for some reason it's a big hassle. Naturally.
Oh, but they did say they were "sorry for the delay in processing [my] order".
So I applied online for TimeWarner Road Runner internet and was informed that "an order was already placed on 8/24/05" and that they could "not continue further with [my] request".
Huh?
I know I shouldn't be, but I am continually baffled by the incompetence of huge corporations. I'd complain more, but who'd listen? Certainly not Karla in customer service, whose temp agency woke her up at 10 am this morning offering this gig, that she only took because she got really trashed last night and blew, like, 200 hundred dollars on too many margaritas and stuff and she really needed that money for textbooks for that stupid Contemporary Media Issues course she signed up for only because Geoff was taking it, but, like, now they're totally broken up and it's too late to add/drop and God, the last thing she wants to do is listen to stupid people bitch about their internet problems, like, hello, do I look like I spend all day in front of a computer?
So it looks like I'll have to do some more hoop-jumping before I am "connected" again.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
St. Alphonso's Pancake Breakfast
I'm behind the times, but I was checking out the MTV Video Music Awards from a few weeks ago and discovered that my friend Ken from college won the Best Editor award for editing the Gnarls Barkley video "Crazy". Long way from the days of getting stoned in the University of New Orleans television studio, trying to finish a video hours before it's due in class.
Ah, memories...
Ah, memories...
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
All I Want For 9/11 Is My Two Front Teeth
How many years do you think we'll have to wait until September 11th becomes a paid holiday?
The prevalence of 9/11 movies on TV and at the video store this year makes me wonder: will we get a new slate of movies each year, like all those Christmas movies? How many reinterpretations of those few hours can we get?
In an effort to be truly tasteless, I've compiled a list of possible titles for future cinematic 9/11 ruminations:
'Twas the Night Before 9/11
It's a Terrible Day
How the Grinch Stole 9/11
A 9/11 Carol
A 9/11 Story
National Lampoon's 9/11 Vacation
A Very Brady 9/11
Ernest Saves 9/11
Silent Morning, Deadly Morning
Bin Laden Is Coming To Town
Yes, Virginia, There Is A Bin Laden
The Year Without A Bin Laden
Bin Laden Conquers The Martians
The Muppets Take Al Qaeda
Just some food for thought, Hollywood.
The prevalence of 9/11 movies on TV and at the video store this year makes me wonder: will we get a new slate of movies each year, like all those Christmas movies? How many reinterpretations of those few hours can we get?
In an effort to be truly tasteless, I've compiled a list of possible titles for future cinematic 9/11 ruminations:
'Twas the Night Before 9/11
It's a Terrible Day
How the Grinch Stole 9/11
A 9/11 Carol
A 9/11 Story
National Lampoon's 9/11 Vacation
A Very Brady 9/11
Ernest Saves 9/11
Silent Morning, Deadly Morning
Bin Laden Is Coming To Town
Yes, Virginia, There Is A Bin Laden
The Year Without A Bin Laden
Bin Laden Conquers The Martians
The Muppets Take Al Qaeda
Just some food for thought, Hollywood.
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