Professing * Reflecting

Thursday, November 17, 2005

To the person who found me by googling "wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

What kind of person goes around typing "wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" into search engines?

You are awesome. I am serious. I love you.


Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Great Mirror Scenes, Mr. Jones style

(A return to the abandonded series)

I didn't know where I was going,
Yet it felt good to be strange,
And still I look up and look in the mirror behind me . . .

"I stopped to fill the car up," Performance and Cocktails


Friday, November 04, 2005

Excerpt of a scene from Medusa's lair last night -or- (One of) The (Many) Problem(s) with Essentialism -or- Outperforming the Victim of His Own Ethos*

Medusa: Take your brutal honesty elsewhere. It's not working for me.

Might as well call him Perseus at this point: But it's who I am.

Medusa: Yeah. Good luck with that.

Perseus exits stage left.

*Not a scene from either of The Apprentices, although you are right to note that I am behaving as some kind of frightening combination of Martha and The Donald (which, come to think of it, would have made a fine Halloween costume).