Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts

Friday, November 6, 2009

Write, You Boring Loser!

Why is it that, for almost all of 2009, I've had almost nothing to blog about? Meaning, I can think of nothing to write that anyone else would be remotely interested in reading.

My job's... jobby. So, yeah. Oh, and I took a hiatus from big theatrical projects this year. And I don't have any family in crisis. Well, no crisis that I could share publicly. That is, until I write my tell-all memoirs and air out all our dirty laundry! (Please. Like any of my family wouldn't tell you themselves what's effed up in their lives.)

Hmmm. I guess I just don't have much in common with anyone right now. And also, I think too many people I know would read this (five people) and so I can't even do the easy thing and make fun of other people's Internetting Efforts.

HEY! Speaking of, you know what's not funny? A LOT of stuff on FunnyOrDie.com. I was just watching this thing made by this friend of a friend. And it was not funny. Typical bloggers would probably post it here so you could see for yourself how not funny it was. And then you could say stuff about it, too. Or maybe you could even defend it. Like, "Hey! That's me in that sketch! You're wrong! That's funny!"

But.

I'm not going to post it.

BORING.

Friday, August 17, 2007

not singing many weddings these days

I feel kinda weird continuing a blog of this title, but I love it so much that I don't want to let it go. So, despite the fact that I don't sing with the wedding variety band anymore... I'm keepin' the blog. And I'll write about performances in general, which could be anything from singing the occasional wedding with my fabulous friends at AdHoc, or a play I'm in, like the upcoming MacB, or even Freak Train, although there's already a MySpace blog for general thoughts about FT.

And maybe. Just maybe. I'll start singing with other bands. Or start my own.

holy shit.

31 and I've never had a band of my own. That's kind of like a The 40-Year-Old Virgin meets Virgina Woolfe.