Wednesday, March 09, 2005 Sharpie fumes go to one's head So this morning, in a hurry, I decided to wear the new jeans I bought last Friday. This has caused two separate problems: When you tell people that you're wearing new jeans, they immediately stare at your ass. And then they tell you how good the jeans make your ass look. I'm flattered, certainly, but this still makes me slightly uncomfortable. These new jeans? They ride a little low. At least I wore the shiny red underwear. I figure that if it's gonna peek out, it oughta look cute I am currently trying to fill out a form that I will then attach to my one-act apocalypse play before sending the whole mess to Santa Monica. This involves me answering questions like "What is the artistic purpose of production?" and "What draws you to this particular piece?" My answer to the latter: "It's life-affirming. Even though half the cast is technically dead." They will probably have the good sense to reject me. Even if I do know someone who can do the zombie make-up for free. There's other writing stuff I should follow up on. People I should nag, inquiries to send out. Plus some actual work! But there is also Part II of the TWoP Rob Thomas interview. Alas. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.