Thirty-two ways to say I love you in your Christ year

Thirty two ways to say I love you in your Christ year

One
I left something in the bathroom
Two
I dropped something on the floor
Three
I'll be right back, I swear to you
Four
Don't walk out the door

Is that my shirt you're wearing?
Are you tired of this music?
Can I get you rum and soda?
Do you think you like this chorus?

Nine
I stole you this salt shaker
Ten
I want you to feel better
Eleven
I didn't wash the dishes
Twelve
Can you stand this weather?

Would you like a sandwich?
I can buy this for your mother.
Can you mix this in the mixer?
Would you like another?

Seventeen
I've get twenty things to say to you
Eighteen
Nineteen of them are the same
Nineteen
Please listen to each carefully
Twenty
I've made you a nickname

I love the way your neck sparkles
I love the way the sky glows
I love the space between your words
And the odd shape of your nose
I know you find this funny
I know you think I'm old
I know you know I know you know
I know you're always cold
Take two of these with some water
Take me away from here
Are you done with the bathroom
Do you want one more beer?

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Climate Shift Tied to 150,000 Fatalities

Most Victims Are Poor, Study Says

By Juliet Eilperin
Washington Post Staff Writer

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/11/16/AR2005111602197.html

My friend Evan created this:

Paula Abdul And Winston Churchill's Personal
Philosophies Virtually Interchangeable

http://defamer.com/hollywood/gifted-orators/paula-abdul-and-winston-churchills-personal-philosophies-virtually-interchangeable-272938.php

vacation

Starting this weekend, K and I are taking a trip up to
artists housing in MA where we plan to write and read
and swim and jog for two weeks out in the wilderness.
I hope to start and finish a screenplay there.

I don't know if they get the internet in the woods of
MA so I may not post for a couple of weeks, or my
posting could increase tenfold. No way of knowing.
You will just have to stick it out and see.

From Mike Daisey

The on air reporter who refuses to have Paris Hilton
be her lead story. Good for her.

http://www.mikedaisey.com/2007/06/blog-post_28.sht

The night Bobby came back to town

The night Bobby came back to town We all dressed up and gathered round No one knew what was going down It would be a sight, there could be a fight Bobby stepped into the light Lisa said and we agreed It’d been ten years or so That Bobby left and we all stood Outside and watched him go Nina said he’d held her head And kissed her in the snow It would be a sight, there could be a fight Bobby stepped into the light He was unshaven, he was tired Some say retarded, some say inspired Dicky and Johnny both were wired It would be a sight, there could be a fight Bobby stepped into the light And he looked at us just standing there Needing his voice to cut the air He sat in silence in his chair This was the night, there could be a fight Bobby stepped into the light -- And then Bobby sung the song he sang the day he left: “This is a song for the lonely And the beautiful like you This is a song for the tired And for those who can’t break through This is a song if you’re the last one To stumble to your door A song for the unrequited A song if you want more” And we all joined in to sing along the song he sang the day he left “This is a song for the lonely And the beautiful like you This is a song for the tired And for those who can’t break through This is a song if you’re the last one To stumble to your door A song for the unrequited A song if you want more” Bobby left in the middle of the song We sang so loud ourselves We didn’t notice he was gone And if we sing that loud again Maybe he’ll be back along Someday “This is a song for the lonely And the beautiful like you This is a song for the tired And for those who can’t break through This is a song if you’re the last one To stumble to your door A song for the unrequited A song if you want more”

a clown song

CLOWNS UNDERCOVER!!

You know it! You saw it! The space in the basement
They hide in the cupboard. They hide in the floor.
You know it! Confront it! The place where the face went.
They’re in there! They’re out there! Board up the door!!!

Cause once they come in here there’s no way to stop them.
They don’t listen to reason, don’t listen to rhyme.
They are knocking you over. They are pushing you under.
This time they will get you. They’ll get you this time.

You know it! You saw it! The space in the basement
Why didn’t you listen? I told you the score.
You knew it! You saw it! The place where the face went.
The clowns are all coming. Right through the door.

1-2-3-4!!

CLOWNS UNDERCOVER!!!

Cause now that they’re in here there’s no way to stop them.
They are licking your girlfriend, they are drinking your wine.
They are knocking you over. They are pushing you under.
This time they’ll outdance you. They’ll outdance you this time.

And the clown says:
Dance Motherfucker Dance
And your girlfriend says:
Dance Motherfucker Dance
And your friends all say:
Dance Motherfucker Dance

CLOWNS UNDERCOVER!!!

The Supply Closet

I'm going down to the supply closet
Going to get a ream of paper
I'm going down to the supply closet
Going to get a ream of paper

And I'm going to print up all those reports and
photocopy them so you can read them

That's the kind of day it is
That's the kind of day it is

I'm going down to the supply closet
Going to get a box of staples
I'm going down to the supply closet
Going to get a box of staples

Then I'll staple those papers together –so close
together for you like you've never seen

That's the kind of day it is
That's the kind of day it is

I'm going down to the supply closet
Gonna get a new blue pen
I'm going down to the supply closet
Gonna get a new blue pen

And I'll stab you in the eye with it
Stab you with my new blue pen
I will stab you and stab you
And stab you

That's the kind of day it is
That's the kind of day it is

Morales

Please welcome Alex to the blogosphere

http://lowercaseletter.blogspot.com

I just read this and LOVED it

The NEA, celebrity Culture, what people are saying

http://litdept.blogspot.com/2007/06/chairman-for-nea-tells-it-like-it-is-at.html

and don't forget NYTR

available at the Drama Book Shop and other fine stores

http://worldcatlibraries.org/oclc/123416582&tab=holdings&loc=10025&ht=edition

Libraries where you can read my play

http://worldcatlibraries.org/oclc/80194164&referer=brief_results

no change

Mingle² - Online Dating

fuck fuck fuck fuck shit spooge dishes plant food fuck lick slipwad

There is no way this is right

hat tip IWH

Mingle² - Online Dating

more on a national network

http://matthewfreeman.blogspot.com/2007/06/national-premiere.html

who wants in? Slay and Freeman and Boo, get together
on this, yo.

the theatre blogosphere grows

Kris Vire in Chicago

http://storefrontrebellion.typepad.com/

dreaming of a theatre movement

http://www.avltheatre.com/forte/2007/06/every_city_could_have_a_dead_c_1.html and the challenge A CHALLENGE, AN OFFER Let me close with this ... I run a very cool, small professional theatre company in the Heartland (Columbus, Ohio). We're in the process of figuring out the next year of work (guess whose play I'm angling for). I'm reading plays like a fiend right now. (Thanks again to everyone who suggested and sent plays.) I would be willing to try this National Opening (I don't even think the play has to be brand new) thing, even on a smaller scale with 4-8 small theatres. March 2008 would work well for us. If anyone's interested, email me (inbox at avltheatre dot com). I DARE YOU

book swap

I did this thing. I'm trying it out. I think it's a
good idea. Not sure. But if you want to try it out
their propoganda is below:

I thought you might be interested in this site I
found, www.PaperBackSwap.com. I joined and I am so
glad I did. It's an online book swapping club for book
lovers all over the country. If you want to find out
more, just click the link below and it takes you to an
interactive demo that explains how things work.

http://www.paperbackswap.com/help/how_to_swap_books.php

If you do join the club, please put my email in the
referral section because then I get another free book!

adamszymkowicz @yahoo.com

Hope to see you at PBS soon!
Adam Szymkowicz

congrats to my friend Beau

http://www.nypost.com/seven/06132007/entertainment/theater/jakes_hat_in_the_ring_theater_michael_riedel.htm

F train

sign this so i can get a better commute

http://www.petitiononline.com/bkln4fnv/petition.html

I hereby convene the International Week of Blog Gibberish

The great thing about having your own blog is that you
can do whatever you want. If you want to write
gibberish for a week, people will click on it and be
like "I don't know. he's writing gibberish." and
maybe they will return and maybe they won't. But you
can do it. The internet is the newest form of
freedom. It's necessary, especially as our freedoms
as a country have been diminishing during the course
of this administration.

And that is what TV still can't get to. You can put
any crazy ass film on you tube or your personal
website and if people don't watch it, it's no big deal
but it could just as easily get a billion hits. But
if it doesn't, there is no one to answer to. There
are no ratings. There is only liberation and complete
freedom to say anything or do anything.

Blog gibberish for freedom!

sdg; sadg kk

on the verge

of something

wish me luck

great post by Malachy

http://litdept.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-this-right-way-to-market-arts-not.html

It's over, but

Jordon Harrison's play at Clubbed Thumb was pretty
great. If you missed it, there is always the hope
Clubbed Thumb or someone else will pick it up again.
In the meantime, perhaps now is a good time to buy tix
for his upcoming show at Playwrights Horizons.

monologue cut from Susan Gets Some Play

Susan. They said she had the face that launched one
hundred thousand battleships to the galaxy Thendore.
Her name was Lieutenant Susan Louise O'Connor and the
first time I saw her I knew why this war had been
raging through the galaxy for a thousand years. You
see, when Kinglores see something beautiful, they have
to have it and when they first saw Susan, anyone could
have predicted that it would tear their race apart and
destroy countless planets, disrupt the universal
balance and kill many a young hotshot fresh-faced from
the Star Hopper Academy for Advanced Life. There was
just no other way it could have played out. Also
there was no way to avoid the fact that I too would
fall under her charms, like it or not, I was hooked.
It was the face she had. The face that tore the
universe apart and had grown men armwrestling and
partaking in fluevogeling contests.

you myspace?

be my next show's friend

http://www.myspace.com/susangetssomeplay