Just a few ramblings today:

• My poll on whether or not I should audition for the Brandywiners’ production of Brigadoon is going nicely; so far, 4-0 in favor. John Kerry would KILL for numbers like these! Also he’d kill to not have a face like Joseph Merrick, but that’s neither here nor there.
• In a related story (they occur on the same day), the HTAC 30th Anniversary Semi-Formal (how 11th-grade is THAT?!?) is happening on April 24th. Alumni that want to go, make sure you contact Fran “Drescher” Nadel and send her money. Interestingly, I found out today that the alumni have to cough up $30 apiece (which gets you appetizers and a dance floor), plus the cash bar, while the current HTAC members only have to pay $20. That’s not even remotely shady. No, not at all. It may, however, qualify as “skeevy.” Forsooth, I am skeeved by it. (Of course I’m not bitter.)

  On the other hand, since HTAC is technically a community theatre company, and I don’t recollect ever telling them I quit the group, I’m still a member! I’ll be requesting $10, of the $30 I already sent, be refunded.

• Brian Smith sent me this audio clip today, and I nearly wet myself. He says it actually went out on the air live. Can’t beat that with a lacrosse stick, I tell ya.
• I think Sarah’s getting a little worried about my metrosexuality. I’ve started using Nivea moisturizer on my face in a desperate effort to try and get my skin to stop breaking out; I’ve lost something like 10-15 pounds (I’m not sure, as I lack a scale, but I’m wearing 38×34 jeans again); and here’s what I’m wearing today: black buckle-shoes, grey socks, khaki pants, black belt, grey ribbed turtleneck sweater, and as the piece de resistance, my corduroy sport coat. If I get any hotter, I’ll have to start keeping a fire extinguisher in a man-bag in case I start smelling the acrid scent of burning human ass-flesh.
• Be sure to check out the latest updates over at llij.net, and don’t miss the totally def picture of me.
• Is it just me, or does Condi Rice have an enormous head? I know something about enormous heads, and hers is something to behold, I tell you true. You’d think if she’s on ‘roids she’d have bigger arms, but she’s kinda built like Pirates Barry Bonds instead of Giants Barry Bonds. She’s kinda like a black Ashley Olsen, actually.
• Who’s glad to have Easter done with? Raise your hands high! Who doesn’t really care since they didn’t go to church anyway? Freakin’ heathens. It was a long weekend; I had to sing on Maundy Thursday, Something Saturday, and Easter Sunday, and I hit up the Good Friday service as well to make myself a little more Jesus-y. I’m about sung out, so of course I’m singing an evensong on Sunday with a rehearsal tonight.
• I’m going to a ballgame on Saturday, which’ll be nice, assuming the Phils stop crapping all over the field. One and six, I tell you. Pathetic. After that I’m going to go home and sober up a bit before showing up at Knappuccinos; I figure since I’m playing there next month I should go and see what it’s all about, dig?

And that’s all I have. If it’s not enough, I recommend alcoholism.