I'm melting! Oh my beautiful wickedness!

I am truly weirded out by the weirdest thing, which really honestly seriously weirds me out even more.
It's so weird to me that the snow never melts. I didn't think that it would be the kind of thing that would bother me, but I hate when I'm driving down the road and I see all the snow still piled on the side of the street from snow that we had two weeks ago. Why doesn't it melt? I mean, I know why, but ... it needs to melt! It bothers me. Or when I go the the grocery store and there's a big pile of snow taking up several good parking spaces. Melt, dammit, melt! Why ... I mean ... it's still here! MELT!!!
It doesn't matter anyway, because it's snowing again today.

All day.

It was really nice.

14 down, 1 to go!

P.S. It was very nice. I hope we do another.

same old, same old

#14 should be happening soon. will keep you apprised.
had dinner with some Boston Linkup people. very nice, very social, very normal.
went to karaoke. random guy/singer flirted with me. much needed ego boost.
birthday trip is coming along. very excited.

Just pick an emotion and escalate, dammit!

Yeah, I thought I could do it, but no ... I can't stand beginners.

What made Seinfeld so good was the ensemble.

I hate Larry David. All of his comedy is predicated on someone being an asshole. What I hate worse, is that we live in a society that applauds it. People are idiots.

Chinese New Year is Feb 7 - Year of the RAT

He didn't email back.



I'm back on CL.



I've signed up for another social activity.



There's a robotic kind of motion to everything.



I hear Nashville is pretty awesome.

"What exactly does 'woot' mean?"

Ok, so the improv class is pretty good. We're playing all familiar games and it's stunning how many I've forgotten. I'm enjoying the class ... although ... I can't really say more than that, because ... it ... would be bad. I mean, let's face it. Haven't we all learned the lesson of blogging about one's improv experiences? One thing that I can safely say is ... my new improv teacher reminds me so much of Jonathan Hardison that it's scary.

One guy in my class went to UNC and took a class with DSI. His teacher was Zach Ward. He knew Ross White. On that basis alone, I have deemed him a good guy. That and he doesn't stink at improv. He told me that DSI is now one of the biggest improv festivals in the country. Kudos! That's actually pretty f-ing awesome.

In other news, I got one of the other things on my Xmas wish list. No ... not Brad Womack.