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.

What’s it all for? Why are we here? What am I doing here? What’s it all about, Alfie? We get up in the morning, have breakfast, go to work, work, come home from work, blah, blah, blah. What do we hope to accomplish? What do we accomplish? We download software updates, type on our computers, drive our cars, watch our movies, what’s the point? Excuse me if I sound like a Nihilist today. I guess that’s what Monday mornings will do to people. The first utterance from my mouth today was a curse at my alarm clock. “Son of a motherless goat!” Perhaps I need a gentler alarm clock. Yes, that’s the point of it all. Alarm clocks.

Hey friends, I’m sorry if I ever added you to my Vonage refer-a-friend page. Read the link tor a little more info. I was originally referred there by Matt Blumberg’s Blog.

http://www.damniwish.com/2007/06/vonage-spams-cu.html

Final report: good crowd, full house. Deb skipped an entire verse of “Irish Ballad,” and Nick was about to sing over someone else, but other than that things went pretty smoothly. Strike was fast and the cast dinner at the Crazy Crab was very tasty—hats off to SCRC and The Haskells. It was good to see the family this weekend, but I’m looking forward to getting home (and seeing more family on the way).