Model Minority

Last night was the last rehearsal before we move into the theater.  That’s where the pain of Tech Week begins.  Tech Week for the uninitiated and blissfully ignorant is when all the elements of a show - sound, music, lighting, costume, props - are finally thrown all together at the end of the rehearsal process of a production. 

It’s essentially like trying to get 5 different species of monkeys to not only get along in a confined space but to re-enact Andrew Lloyd Weber’s Starlight Express…

… sounds stressful and difficult don’t it?  You’d be right but if you survive and come out at the end of it… well… then you got monkeys on skates… do you hear me?  Motherfucking monkeys on skates.  That trumps everything.

So anyway, since I’m nearing show time and essentially this BLOG’s expiration, I’d thought I’d highlight some of the people involved in this show.

In no particular order is Artist Extraordinaire and Las Vega-Nauts Conceptual Artist – Jeremy Arambulo.  This guy is my Geoff Darrow… he’s my Douglas Chiang… if you don’t know who those two are than you will probably won’t understand how hyperbolic this guy’s talent is.  Doubt me?  Check out this art here.  And here.  Jeremy’s art is so cool that it will sleep with your girlfriend and than kick you in the nuts.  That’s how hardcore it is.  Then it will buy you a beer and you will drink and laugh with it.  Then it won’t return your phone calls and you’ll wonder what you did wrong.

Everytime I got stressed about whether or not people would find this show funny, I just looked at the artwork and said to myself, “Wow.  That art is good.  It’s too good.  It’s overshadowing the show. Dammit.  No way the show will come close to that art.  Damn you.  DAMN YOU.  DAMN YOU Jeremy Arambulo!  You will drink deep from the teat of vengeance tonight!”

Anyway. To sum up:

Jeremy Art good.

Sang Writing weird.

More people later.  Including my co-writer who just got his computer up after it was infested with porn virus.  Yech.

A parent contacted us this morning asking if our show was appropriate for kids, 10 and under.  The following was my response.  I honestly don’t even know when I’m being serious or facetious anymore.

"Thank you for your interest in the show and I hope you find this email informative.

Bryce is correct that the show is modeled after 1950’s comic books so although there is practically no explicit humor or language, there are insinuations and entendres.  Nothing that would raise a flag with a TV censor but that may not be saying much given TV these days.

So let me break it down into the following categories:

Language: The word "bastard" is used twice. The word "frick’n" is used thrice. The word "fellatio"…not the act but just the word is used as a pun.   And one character silently mimes the word "shit".  The show is extremely light on adult language but the imagery conveyed by language is at times adult oriented.

Violence: Like an action comic book, there is carefully choreographed fights. Thus there is punching, kicking and many things you’d often find on Cartoon Network or Kids WB.  There are gunshots throughout the show since gangsters are featured.

Drug Use: One character in the show is an alcoholic and drinks throughout the show.  As a writer, I’d like to say that he’s representative of the evils of substance abuse, but in truth, the drunkeness is used mostly just for laughs.

Sex: There is no sex in the show.  There’s not even kissing.  There’s some hugging and hand holding but I promise that is all very tastefully done.  But since the show is set in Las Vegas, there are insinuations and innuendo.  The subject of lapdances and callgirls is the basis of some jokes.  One character gets awkwardly sexually excited but to comic effect.

Kid approved: But perhaps the best litmus test for the show is other kids.  My co-writer has two daughters (7 year old twins) and he’s brought them to the rehearsals.  I can assure you that they enjoyed themselves and never blinked an eye at some of the more adult humor.  Like most 7 year olds, they laughed at mostly funny voices or facial expressions.  And more importantly, there were no awkward explanations about some of the more adult humor.

The show length will be approximately 90 minutes including intermission.  We endeavor to always start on time but the margin of error may be 15 minutes or so just to be on the safe side regarding bed time.  Hope you can make it.  Thanks for your interest!"

Many people are familiar with Murphy’s Law… here’s the definition on Wikipedia:

“Murphy’s law (also known as Finagle’s law or Sod’s law) is a popular adage in Western culture, which broadly states that things will go wrong in any given situation. It is most commonly formulated as "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong." The law was named after Major Edward A. Murphy, Jr., a development engineer working for a brief time on rocket sled experiments done by the United States Air Force in 1949.”

So it’s with no surprise that theater is breeding ground for cautionary tales of people who have failed to heed Murphy’s Law.  I am no exception.  In fact, you’d think I’d learn to have more respect and fear about Murphy but alas… I too have been caught with my pants down when Murphy comes a calling.  Next thing you know, there’s $20 on my dresser drawer and the stink of shame.

Last week was a mess. Morale was down. Energy was down.  Confidence was down.  And my little troop of actors and production members suddenly forgot that they were a team and little bits of mutiny, and insurgency raised its ugly head.  I guess I should count myself fortunate that this occurred now instead of later.  I should also look on the bright side that we’ve had 4 weeks of continuous high momentum so one slight derailment should be taken into context.

I should but it ain’t easy.  Here’s a chronology of my internal monlogue in a given rehearsal period last week.  Some bits are exaggerated for comic effect.  Some are sadly too tru for words:

6:35PM – Yeah!  I’m directing!

6:40PM – F*ck.  I’m directing.

7:01PM – What the f*ck was that?

7:02PM – Okay. I hope someone finds that funny.

7:03PM – Wow. I didn’t write the line that way.

7:10PM – Hmm.  Apparently people are going to think I’m a rascist.

7:11PM – Maybe I am a rascist.

7:12PM – What’s that on my shoe?

7:35PM – Crap. I’ve been staring at my shoe…what just happened?  Don’t panic.  Say something non-commital and affirming.

7:37PM – Sh*t. Was I staring at his calves?  What’s wrong with me?  I mean they are nice calves but still… focus Sang… focus.

8:01PM – Okay.  It’s one line.  One line.  It’s not that hard to remember.

8:03PM – Wow. I didn’t know you could mis-prononce a word that way.

8:08PM – Same line.  You just said it 7 minutes ago.  Let’s try to remember it.

8:10PM – I wonder if he works out.  F*ck.  I did it again.  Eye contact Sang. Eye contact.

8:15PM – Okay give them some direction.

8:16PM – Or you can just ignore it.  That’s fine.  I’m just sitting here to pass the time.  Thanks guys.

8:20PM – Maybe it’s not too late to start a coke habit.

8:25PM – I need a cigarette.  I actually need a loaded weapon but I’ll settle for a cigarette.  Call a break.

8:40PM – Okay. Okay. Gut check time. Time to motivate!

8:41PM – F*ck motivation.  I need to hit someone.

8:50PM – What country is that accent suppose to be from?

9:00PM – Note to self.  Confirm our insurance coverage.

9:30PM – I’m taking my name off this thing.

10:00PM – Well. At least I’m a lawyer.  God I can’t believe I just said that.

10:30PM – Go home everybody.  I more than likely kill you in the morning.

A local theater production company here in San Francisco, put on a night of short one acts (15 min or less).  For some reason, one of my submissions was accepted.  Thankfully, a talented director friend of mine and three equally talented actors performed this piece.  I wrote this sucker in an hour and it’s actually an idea my partner in NYC came up with.  Although I enjoyed his version, I went ahead and gave my spin on the premise of pre-nups.  Any resemblance to people and events are purely coincidental otherwise I’d be an a-hole for putting it in a sketch for public consumption.

Open on a LAWYER sitting behind a desk while a young couple, KEVIN and AMANDA sit in front of them. They appear to be comfortable and just beginning their conversation as we join them.

 

LAWYER: First off congratulations.

 

KEVIN: Thanks.

 

AMANDA: Thank you so much.

 

LAWYER: When’s the date set for?

 

AMANDA: The spring. Sometime in April. We’re still confirming the date with the hall.

 

KEVIN: They’re holding us hostage is what they’re doing.

 

AMANDA: Oh don’t mind him. He’s being grumpy.

 

KEVIN: I am grumpy.

 

LAWYER: I’m sure everything will work out.

 

AMANDA: Absolutely.

 

KEVIN: I’m not worried.

 

AMANDA: He’s not. He’s really not.

 

LAWYER: So let me put you at ease. You’re good friends of Eric and Linda and I don’t want to let them down.

 

KEVIN: They spoke very highly of you.

 

AMANDA: They were very happy with the work you did for them.

 

LAWYER: I’m glad. I’m even more glad that the papers I drew up for them are still just sitting in a drawer here.

 

KEVIN: Ha ha ha.

 

AMANDA: Oh we’re very openminded about the idea of pre-nups.

 

KEVIN: It’s not like it’s omen of things to come.

 

LAWYER: Exactly but there is a misconception that a prenuptial agreement signals a weakness in the marriage.

 

AMANDA: God. We don’t think that.

 

KEVIN: I have car insurance. That doesn’t mean I’m necessarily a bad driver.

 

AMANDA: Well that’s a bad example honey.

 

KEVIN: Oh ha ha.

 

LAWYER: So let me outline what we’re going to do today. We’re not actually going to put anything on paper. Rather I just want you to feel comfortable with the process.

 

KEVIN: Fine.

 

AMANDA: That’s great.

 

LAWYER: What you have to see is that this isn’t preparing for any worse case scenario or implying the inevitable. Rather, we’re reinforcing a sense of equity and fairness. When you know where each of you stand, it makes it easier for you to stand together.

 

AMANDA: Oh that’s sweet.

 

KEVIN: Slick. Very slick.

 

LAWYER: Thank you. So. What do the two of you do for a living?

 

KEVIN: I’m an actor and Linda is a dentist.

 

AMANDA: Eric is a very good actor.

 

KEVIN: Thanks honey.

 

LAWYER: Great. So can I assume that Linda is currently making more…

 

AMANDA: We don’t like to think about that.

 

KEVIN: No. No. It’s okay. I’m cool babe. Equity and fairness right?

 

LAWYER: Atta boy Kevin. This is a perfect example. Both of you are aware that there is a…difference…between your incomes so lets come to terms with that.

 

AMANDA: I am at terms. I want Kevin to have half of whatever I make.

 

KEVIN: Oh Amanda.

 

LAWYER: That’s wonderful. But just so we understand. Amanda you’re okay with Kevin taking half the assets under any circumstances.

 

AMANDA: Of course.

 

KEVIN: Oh Amanada.

 

LAWYER: Wow. Even if say Kevin were to have an extra-marital affair?

 

KEVIN: Oh god.

 

AMANDA: Kevin would never have an affair.

 

KEVIN: Exactly.

 

LAWYER: I know you say that now in the flush of love. But what about 3 years down the line and your career begins keeping you late at work. And Kevin begins to feel under-appreciated.

 

AMANDA: I would never do that to Kevin.

 

KEVIN: Yeah. I mean she’s driven. Obsessed sometime but she knows her priorities.

 

AMANDA: What do you mean I’m obsessed?

 

KEVIN: No no. I just meant you get caught up in what you do.

 

AMANDA: Oh. Well there’s nothing wrong with that.

 

KEVIN: Absolutely. I certainly won’t mind that.

 

LAWYER: This is true. Kevin has a life of his own.

 

KEVIN: That’s right.

 

LAWYER: A lot of friends to keep him company. Like Josefina.

 

KEVIN: Yeah. [confused] Who?

 

AMANDA: Who’s Josefina?

 

LAWYER: That new executive assistant they’re gonna hire at his temp job 4 years from now.

 

AMANDA: What?

 

KEVIN: I don’t know what he’s talking about. It’s a hypothetical Amanda.

 

AMANDA: Yeah but why are you cheating on me in this hypothetical.

 

KEVIN: I’m not cheating on you! God. It’s just coffee. Josefina and I are just having coffee.

 

LAWYER: This is true. They just have coffee at that café around the corner.

 

AMANDA: You take her to our café?

 

KEVIN: No. NO. It’s not like that. They have good coffee.

 

AMANDA: Does Lou know?

 

KEVIN: Who’s Lou?

 

LAWYER: Lou who owns the café. Keep up Kevin.

 

AMANDA: God! I can’t believe you forgot Lou’s name.

 

KEVIN: I just found out we’ve been going to a non-existent café a second ago. Give me a break.

 

AMANDA: It would be just like you to cheat on me with someone like Josefina.

 

KEVIN: I’m not cheating on you. And what do you mean, someone like Josefina.

 

AMANDA: You know. She’s exotic.

 

KEVIN: She’s from

Cupertino

!

 

AMANDA: You know what I mean! Why have sex with your vanilla wife when you can heat things up with a fiery latina.

 

KEVIN: Ah god. That is so unfair. And narrow-minded. There’s nothing different about Latinos. Man. They’re going to be the new majority of white people 20 years from now. It’s not like Josefina is Philipino or Burmese.

 

LAWYER: Uh oh. Bad move Kevin.

 

AMANDA: I knew it.

 

KEVIN: Knew what?

 

AMANDA: All those massages.

 

KEVIN: They’re legitimate!

 

AMANDA: I bet.

 

KEVIN: My masseuse is a guy named Sammy.

 

AMANDA: More lies.

 

KEVIN: It’s the truth. You know what else is the truth. Sammy has touched me more than you have in the last year of our marriage.

 

AMANDA: I’m tired Kevin.

 

LAWYER: That’s right. Expanding a practice is emotionally and physically exhaustive.

 

AMANDA: Thank you.

 

LAWYER: Even if she has help from that young new assistant Roy, Amanda still has to shoulder most of the burden.

 

KEVIN: Assistant?

 

AMANDA: It’s nothing.

 

KEVIN: Oh it’s nothing when it comes to your boy toy of an assistant but god forbid I have a conversation with Josefina.

 

AMANDA: That’s not the same.

 

KEVIN: Of course not. Just like it’s not the same that I’m supportive of your career but you’ve never taken my acting seriously.

 

LAWYER: That’s unfair Kevin. Amanda has supported you emotionally and financially.

 

AMANDA: Yeah.

 

LAWYER: So she missed your last two shows. No big deal.

 

KEVIN: They were two important shows Amanda.

 

AMANDA: I’m sorry if I missed you’re weird absurdist plays Kevin.

 

KEVIN: They were Beckett.

 

AMANDA: It was you on stage speaking gibberish wearing a clown outfit.

 

LAWYER: Don’t blame Kevin. He had a bad director.

 

AMANDA: He’s always blaming the director or playwright or even the sound guy. Sometimes it’s you Kevin.

 

KEVIN: I can’t believe you just said that!

 

AMANDA: Calm down Kevin. There will be others. What do you care? I’m sure Josefina gave you a standing ovation.

 

KEVIN: Josefina supports my craft in a way you never did.

 

AMANDA: Say that again when Josefina is paying the mortgage on our new house.

 

KEVIN: When did we get a house?

 

LAWYER: A couple of months after the wedding. Keep up Kevin.

 

KEVIN: What was wrong with our two bedroom?

 

AMANDA: You expect us to raise the twins in a two bedroom.

 

KEVIN: Twins? I thought you were on birth control.

 

AMANDA: I told you wanted I wanted to start trying.

 

KEVIN: No. We discussed about trying. You just went ahead and made a unilateral decision. Like you always do.

 

LAWYER: Maybe because you let her Kevin.

 

KEVIN: You stay out of this!

 

AMANDA: Don’t yell at him. He’s protecting my interests.

 

KEVIN: It’s supposed to be a dual representation.

 

LAWYER: It is Kevin. It is. You’re doing okay aren’t you?

 

KEVIN: Okay? I was supposed to have half.

 

AMANDA: Well that sure changed after Josefina.

 

KEVIN: Ohmygod. Why are you still obsessed with her? She got transferred to Seattle.  Besides. Why was Roy your assistant at our house when I came to pick up the kids for the weekend?

 

AMANDA: Roy was just dropping some things off.

 

KEVIN: I bet. 

 

AMANDA: I don’t like your accusations.

 

LAWYER: Now now. I thought you’d be happy with the settlement. It’s not like you’re the one paying spousal support or child support.

 

KEVIN: Yeah but she got the house and the kids.

 

AMANDA: You never wanted the kids to begin with.

 

KEVIN: I was surprised. But god. You know I love them Amanda. Joey. And poor little Julian. It’s so hard on him especially. You know he’s so sensitive at that age.

 

AMANDA: I don’t like upsetting them either Kevin.

 

KEVIN: I need more time with them.

 

AMANDA: I don’t know if I can trust you.

 

KEVIN: Yes you can. Think about what we used to be. What we were. When we were happy. Remember? The man I was before all this…stuff…happened. Remember the man I was…10 minutes ago.

 

AMANDA: It was so long ago.

 

KEVIN: Not for me Amanda. Not for me.

 

AMANDA: Are you…are you asking…that maybe…we…try again?

 

KEVIN: We could take it slow.

 

AMANDA: Slow would be good.

 

KEVIN: A couple of dates.

 

AMANDA: I’d like that.

 

KEVIN: Maybe I could stay the weekends.

 

AMANDA: It could be good for the kids.

 

KEVIN: Good for us.

 

AMANDA: Us. Like a family.

 

KEVIN: Like we used to be.

 

AMANDA: Oh Kevin.

 

KEVIN: Oh Amanda. I don’t know how I ever lost you.

 

AMANDA: I don’t ever want to lose you again Kevin.

 

KEVIN: Let’s get married again.

 

AMANDA: Oh my god. [surprised but giddy] You’re crazy.

 

KEVIN: I know. I promised we’d take it slow but don’t you feel it.

 

AMANDA: I do. I do feel it. It’s…It’s like…

 

KEVIN: …destiny. I love you Amanda. Be my wife again.

 

AMANDA: Yes. Oh god yes. A small wedding this time.

 

KEVIN: Just a few friends and family.

 

AMANDA: [playfully chiding] No latin ex- co workers.

 

KEVIN: [playfully chiding] No pretty boy assistants.

 

AMANDA: Oh I’m so excited.

 

KEVIN: Me too. Me too. But. I feel we should be prepared this time.

 

AMANDA: How?

 

KEVIN: I don’t want the same mistakes to happen again like last time.

 

AMANDA: In case things…turn difficult.

 

KEVIN: Yes. We should talk to…a professional.

 

AMANDA: You know Eric and Linda used someone for their third marriage.

 

KEVIN: Is he good?

 

AMANDA: He comes highly recommended.

 

KEVIN: Let’s see him. What’s the harm?

 

AMANDA: Okay.

 

KEVIN and AMANDA turn to the LAWYER.

 

LAWYER: Hello. So first. Let me first say congratulations.

 

KEVIN: Thank you.

 

AMANDA: Thank you so much.

 

End.

Last Sunday, I flew to NY to take my character interview in front of the NY Appellate Court’s Board of Character & Fitness.  The following day, I was sworn in formally as a fully licensed attorney before the State of New York.  I have now joined rank and file to what is in my opinion one of the most truly morally bankrupt and prickish professions out there.  Sigh.

And no…that’s not my firm.  That’s a pic I got off a random lawyer website.  Look at them.  What the f*ck do they have any business posing before a lake.  Bet they threw refuse and toxic waste as soon as the picture was taken.

Sigh.  Forgive my bitterness.  I got dragged to NY in the middle of my show production.  In addition, it was almost 100 degrees in NYC last week.  And I had to wear a wool suit and look like a zombie prick much like my other 50 colleagues.

Colleagues. *SCOFF* These practitioners of law…these torch bearers of the fire of justice… these overpaid and sanctimonious asses couldn’t remember to bring a pen.  I ended up sharing my pen with 40 people who remember to bring their iPods and digital cameras and palm pilots but forgot a pen.

At the end of the ceremony, we had to sign our names in a large law ledger.  It took these 60 idiots an hour and half to sign in the book because they couldn’t figure out the simple dirction of "sign your name here…here…sign your name here…yes here…here…right next to your name…your name…sign right there…your name…YOUR NAME…SIGN YOUR NAME…YES… YES…RIGHT THERE…FOR F*CKS SAKE JUST SIGN IT!"

Thankfully the previous day’s character interview was quite pleasant.  My interviewer was a solo practitioner on Long Island.  Apparently she had my records from college and law school including my admission essays.  When she said that I panicked because I couldn’t remember what I wrote.  Apparently she was very moved by my immigrant story of how I came to America and our family struggled. Hmm. My memory must be faulty but I don’t remember killing a man in China and escaping to America and founding Jeet Kun Do.  Go figure.

Previously on War Journal…

-Sang held auditions…Sang got drunk at a wedding…Sang casted his show…Sang held the first cast readthrough.

So what happened at the first cast readthrough?  Well all 11 of them (minus two who couldn’t make it) gathered at my favorite hosts and neighbors’ apartment across the street.  Traditionally, this thing is held in the same restaurant we held our first table read (see War Journal #2) BUT the idea of having a waitress pop in and out during the reading was an anathema to me so I compromised and got to have in a relaxed but controlled environment.  Relaxed because there was booze present. Controlled because it was only beer. 

Within an hour into the reading, the most gratifying thing that could happen to a writer happened…

…spontaneous fellatio…

…no just kidding but thanks anyway Mr. Stage Manager.  But in reality, the best part of hearing my works read aloud is when people get it.  And everyone got it.  And what’s better is that some of the cast got the joke better than I could…and I wrote some of them.  When you spent an hour trying to perfect a 30 second exchange of dialogue or one punchline and the reader nails it on the first try, you can’t help feel that all that time that could have been spent free-basing was not wasted.  Don’t worry Mr. Cocaine… I haven’t forgotten about you.

But that was the easy part.  Sure something might be funny the first time…but can it be funny if you say it over and over and over again? Welcome to rehearsals.

First off, let me say that scheduling a rehearsal outline for a show is an agonizing nightmarish ordeal.  I feel as if it’s similar to being gang-banged by a pack of unruly Australian marsupials (see entry: Science is FUN)…sure it’s all…wow…this is fuzzy…and I can put my pocket change in their pouches…how convenient.  But then after 3 hours, your like…WHOA…time for a break fellas. Anyway, you’ve got 13 cast members…all who have lives…and each of those lives are intricately woven into other lives…so it’s birthdays, and weekend trips, and evening jobs, and significant others and quality time with the aforementioned Australian marsupials. WHATEVER.  Anyway, it got done.  Thankfully, that wonderful art gallery owner I mentioned in a previous entry was more than hospitable so I was able to get the most of my quality time with the actors that I needed.

There’s a saying that no matter how much time you have, you will never have enough time for rehearsals.  I can’t say if this is true because I’ve never had that much time to begin with.  Despite everyone’s best efforts, I always walk into rehearsals feeling as if this should have started a month or two earlier. Spurn in NYC was notorious for that. Five different shows and each time, we’d all promise we start sooner than later… but oh the lies we weave before eyes like a blindfold over all our eyes.  Like that imagery?  Nice huh?  It’s actually stolen from Natalie Merchant.  But that’s Natalie.  You won’t get that kind of imagery from me.  All you get with me are animals getting fisted, rampant drug use and horny marsupials.  Deal with it.

So you may be asking, “Sang! If you feel as if you don’t have enough time in rehearsals…how do you get anything done?”

To which I reply,”Shut the f*ck up crazy voice in my head!  Go away!  Haven’t I killed enough people in your name!  When will it be enough?  WHEN. WILL. IT. BE. ENOUGH!”

Ahem. You get through rehearsals just fine if you have a ready script, a fantastic cast who brings their “A” game, and a good director.  Thank god we got the first two.

Note that I said “ready script” not good script.  September will tell if this is a "good" script.  I’m an arrogant vain prick with delusions of grandeur but I keep it all inside and it only pops up with the occasional eye roll when I watch someone else’s work.  Most of the time I manage to be polite and diplomatic.  Then I go home and rant about the inferiority of others and the superiority of myself to my army of honey bear containers.

A ready script just means that even if it’s not funny, even if it’s not good, even if it’s not fit to wipe the fecal matter off a homeless drug addict, it is still ready to be read. I know, the logic escapes you…welcome to theater. I have seen potentially really great plays that are still being written and re-written causing fits because people have to memorize these lines and sound,light,props and fx have to be created and blah blah.  Then you have ready plays that suck but at least you know what you’re getting into… in other words…it’s shit, but at least it’s warm shit.

And then you have actors.  Actors (including actresses but I’ve misplaced the memo specifying the etiquette on whether to denote an actor from male and female…and by misplace, I mean I honestly don’t give a fuck).  They breathe life into a work and can find new and wonderful things that are not readily apparent on paper.  They also get all the credit and fun and know where all the good drugs are.  But if they’re good (and these puppies & kittens are), you’re constantly entertained by their ability to try different things and find a gesture here or a facial expression there.  I often get envious that I don’t get to be on stage more often but when I see my cast in action, I remember why I’m better off it.  Like I said, I’m a vain bastard but I know where my place is.

Okay so, we’re halfway through.  Progress report…rehearsals are proceeding nicely and the cast have managed to be off-book most of the time.  I met our lighting designer who seems quite good, I’ve wrangled another friend to help out on and off-stage, meeting with a musician next week to see if I can salvage my much desired musical number, our fight choreographer is doing a great job so I’m in a pretty good place right now.

PLUG TIME: I wasn’t aware that Friendster was sending updates of my blog to everyone on my Friends list instead of the 4 or 5 I felt safe advertising this too BUT in case some of you have been lurking…our show has a fundraiser. Check out the link.  If you have some time or pocket change, go to paypal and pony up or better yet show up. 

Random Sang Trivia: Sang almost got his ass kicked once by a Russian mail order bride and her grandmother.

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