It’s not the law; you will not be penalized for going against it. It’s just a good idea. At least that’s what some people say.

But why is wearing a ring on your left ring finger important in our culture? For some, is it a symbol of status, a declaration to the world that you are committed to another, or is it merely a good idea, silently asking others in your vicinity to avoid hitting on you? Is it a personal choice or religious sacrament? According to my research, men only started wearing wedding rings in the middle of the twentieth century. Those young men who were separated from their wives in WWII for long periods of time wanted a reminder of their girls back home. This romantic notion, coupled with the American jewellery industry’s successful marketing campaigns, led to most modern men wearing wedding bands. Before this time it was mostly the women who wore the rings, possibly harkening back to the days when they were regarded as property.

People would be easier to exploit if everyone followed the rules.

So the apparent end to my never-ending saga of trying to get my diploma from the administrative clutches of USC is officially “Oh, we didn’t have a permanent address on file.” Hmm, that’s funny. I never deleted my address from their system. Maybe it was a computer virus. Or a monkey ate the address because he thought it was a banana. They could’ve called… after three months. Oh, well. Red tape. The University of Superfluous Contrivances. We’ll see if the diploma gets here in a week. If it does… that was too easy. I was expecting a fight.

I have been a part of the dating scene for many years now, but I have yet to go on tons of dates. I’ve tried my hand (no pun intended) at internet dating with no luck whatsoever. I think I went on two dates total. Maybe three.

I came up with some of the most clever, original, intelligent, and humorous personals ads to be found anywhere on the net. Seriously. The response was underwhelming. So as of now I’m announcing that I’m giving up online dating altogether. As such, I can no more ask in this blog, “hey, know any cute chicks?” Not as though this blog was a tool for romance at any point in the past anyway (sssh!), but I resolve it shall not be at any point in the future.

What am I doing right now. Oh you know, the usual. Dealing with the angst of living a post-postmodern existence.

What am I doing with my life? I’d like to think I’m doing something. Anything. I’m starting my own production company. No clients at the moment. I work part-time at a friend’s production company, helping get them off the ground. 12 bucks an hour for producing. You can’t even get a secretary for that much. I should ask for more money.

If only my business had enough income to hire another employee. That’d be fun. I look forward to that day.

Okay, folks. Mark your calendars. No sooner did I close I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change in Evergreen than I’m booked for another show. You can see me starring next in Performance Now’s production of Hello Dolly! at the Lakewood Cultural Center, September 28-October 7.

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Stale blogs are not like bread, which grows mould and crusts over with time, but fine wine, fermenting in the cool cellar of the internet, waiting to be rediscovered by search engines.

The more you are, the more you aren’t.