Random Thoughts

  • Clogged

    Recently, I’ve been a bit blushy (this is a word) after receiving some highly undeserved praise and encouragement for my writing.  I’m never sure what to do with the compliments.  It’s a bit like hearing all of your hopes whispered into one ear while balancing it against reality. So, let me first say “thanks” to…

  • Julie

    “Thank you for reminding me that I wasn’t a bad person.” Julie and I had just gotten together for our annual dinner and gab session where we catch up on the year and reminisce about our shared past. I met Julie in 2nd grade, the same day I met Ernie, when I was uprooted from…

  • For the 2.02%

    Let’s talk about Facebook – the social network we all love to hate.  From the former classmates, colleagues and insane, barely-related kinfolk who must have searched your name hourly until they saw you first login (how else could they have found you within a minute of you creating the account) to those privacy settings that…

  • Because

    Because my parents were divorced… My Mother moved us to Austin when I was in 2nd grade. And because she moved us to Austin when I was in second grade, A little boy named Ernie was paired up with me on my first day of school.  His assignment was to make sure I got around…

  • Diary of an Ugly Girl

    “You are very beautiful.  Your features are very striking.  I hadn’t noticed how green your eyes were, are you wearing contacts? Wow.  Yes, you’re beautiful both inside and out.” We were looking at a photo taken from my last show.  One where I’ve got my head rested gently against my puppet, my Wayfarers slid halfway…

  • Rant: Accents and Intellect

    I’m a Texan.  On any given day, I could say that as a boast or mutter it under my breath in shame.  (Which, incidentally, I just typed “Shame” as if it were a place.  That tells you something about my state of mind.)  For the most part, I like saying I’m a Texan and I…

  • Allie Brosh – Hyperbole and a Half

    It’s rare that someone makes me laugh – truly laugh from some primal part of my soul.  Sure, I’m good for a polite snicker or even a chuckle. A belly laugh? That’s rarely me. Then comes along a blogger like Allie Brosh, the popular author of “Hyperbole and a Half” and all my apathy, my…

  • Shakespeare!

    I lied when interviewed for our office’s newsletter.  I could tell I was losing the interest of the designated “journalist” as I detailed all of the improv, sketch writing, short filming I had recently done. So when she asked “are you currently doing anything? like now?” I felt I should say, “yes” even though “yes”…

  • A Donated Dare

    I need your help.  Yes, I’m talking directly to you.  Don’t even think about looking over your shoulder.  Well, unless you’ve found yourself at the center of a spy thriller or you’re a conspiracy nut (and by “nut” I mean “thoughtful individual who clearly sees all of those clandestine government plots and truly understands ‘they’re…

  • An Interview

    I was stopped in the hall today and asked if I’d mind being interviewed for the school paper.  Ok, so it may have been the office newsletter. Potato potato (err… that sounds so much better in my head.) Who can keep up with these things? You’d think saying, “yes” wouldn’t be particularly difficult.  However, I…