tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-101246952024-03-23T12:49:32.346-05:00I'd Rather Be Here Nowceci n'est pas une blog
#6 Ignore the Haters
There will always be haters telling you why your ideas won't work. In fact, the more successful (and revolutionary) you are, the more there will be. While it's always important to consider constructive criticism, you have to ignore those who are always being negative and down on you and your ideas. Surround yourself with positive people instead!It's an aquarium that shoots laser beams and never needs repairing.Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.comBlogger398125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-19247248494110312292014-04-11T04:56:00.001-05:002014-04-11T04:56:29.829-05:00long time no blogsawasdee khrap................... so, I've been in Thailand for about a solid year now, spent 6 months between 2012/13, went back a few months, then returned last April. I have been studying Thai language and culture, with an eye toward getting in the tourism and hospitality business when I return to the USA.Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-41717345645518462982011-05-13T12:02:00.000-05:002011-05-13T12:04:44.556-05:00"Throwing Art in People's Faces"<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DfRBWJjihWs" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe>Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-64248833962344861342011-05-09T14:06:00.003-05:002011-05-09T14:29:47.170-05:00Zombelina,-or- Thumbelina ate my brain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJYszjVOCebZ9-cqbd2Hq_IxpgLaQrrQqI36ahbn932gCCogpyiLD83rKeooUPxfvpPP82DAyZ8gErEklgQ3cZYG6DQleKMxPMHWsSH3YRXOWKyde6rLTI2C1PD0BQfi6Q64Xdg/s1600/IMG_20110425_192357.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJYszjVOCebZ9-cqbd2Hq_IxpgLaQrrQqI36ahbn932gCCogpyiLD83rKeooUPxfvpPP82DAyZ8gErEklgQ3cZYG6DQleKMxPMHWsSH3YRXOWKyde6rLTI2C1PD0BQfi6Q64Xdg/s320/IMG_20110425_192357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604800138544774498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikR_CasaGT8wc1Jzj5IO6ZW1xGMoFqRI_cDWZkTe9dgM_e1xKU5yXqGX_MrV9WFtcMFE1j62CZ7X2mqJd27ZAuo0g5grJ9w8iLzBNp5QajhUKRhATAoIHQzpVJ_jCpnjqHwpd3xA/s1600/IMG_20110425_192446.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikR_CasaGT8wc1Jzj5IO6ZW1xGMoFqRI_cDWZkTe9dgM_e1xKU5yXqGX_MrV9WFtcMFE1j62CZ7X2mqJd27ZAuo0g5grJ9w8iLzBNp5QajhUKRhATAoIHQzpVJ_jCpnjqHwpd3xA/s320/IMG_20110425_192446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604800133268051138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiXuzURupPMWdYD76OVEP31cAh0T2mz1EMyTGYdzA71mH6teRP2QJJPKfoo4sZgexg8FZyU6jcEWjPrlUHKobt85rFQ90gUD4yEEefHi9kx-msmIrxgsvXnSOk192DQWrMF47P3A/s1600/IMG_20110425_192528.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiXuzURupPMWdYD76OVEP31cAh0T2mz1EMyTGYdzA71mH6teRP2QJJPKfoo4sZgexg8FZyU6jcEWjPrlUHKobt85rFQ90gUD4yEEefHi9kx-msmIrxgsvXnSOk192DQWrMF47P3A/s320/IMG_20110425_192528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604800139617059378" border="0" /></a><br />So, having embraced my inner Bond villain, I spend my time directing community theater instead of blogging. Much more evil, and you get to experience the audience's response in real time, instead of in your imagination. One of our mottoes :"Fuck the power of the imagination". And by that we mean: "modern sproglets have disgusting imaginations, so lets leave as little to it as possible". Subsequently, one is faced with a mountain of tech to build. Costumes to sew, puppets to make, and all kinds of props to build. Having talented evil assistants makes it all so much more fun! More on my unholy proteges later............................... pictured are the beautiful and talented <span style="font-weight: bold;">Melissa</span> as <span style="font-style: italic;">Thumbelina</span>, and the talented and beautiful <span style="font-weight: bold;">Alan</span> as <span style="font-style: italic;">the Fairy King</span>.<br />At the show's opening performance last Saturday, a small boy was presented to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Melissa</span> by his mum, requesting a hug from "dreamy Thumbelina". I swear I saw his psyche imprint her as his feminine ideal.<br />My evil plans are subtle, and take a while to develop. I think I may need a cryogenic chamber if I plan to enjoy the fruits of my evil labors.Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-36912513253524369782011-03-25T23:06:00.003-05:002011-03-26T17:28:23.407-05:00Bond Villain in ProgressThe "community theater" thing is really starting to pay off. I've got a pair of mysterious talented women as assistants--<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">J</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">L</span>-- and they really help reinforce the whole evil genius vibe I've been working. I'm thinking about enrolling <span style="font-weight: bold;">L</span> in a bodyguard school, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">J</span> has already made herself indispensable as my personal assistant. I hardly even have to scheme and plot anymore. I just sign off on their ideas. So much free time now! Maybe I'll join an evil book club.............<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxmZsmxQQ-DJSmcfDJvvCQam-mTzZEDrsowVQYiTvpi8Xj3hFYJxs9BXQwvvVXx9nEbj1BQf3-NV_8' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />I was going to spare you the sight of my blasphemous creations, but <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kurt</span> insisted. Despair!!!Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-3648702780373250722011-03-08T16:57:00.003-06:002011-03-08T17:26:34.393-06:00tra la la<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX0gCmFRkSUoIB7t2xpUN-O2OrGekg0-DYIprKsc9FG3tcMK54OhNQVWBatxTHIzYGohbXCFrDtQYwWLRUAWX8Y8gcz2f-78J5kUEHgHcZb5gD40k9W11U-LQhm1M-TRTzpu0PLQ/s1600/fishy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX0gCmFRkSUoIB7t2xpUN-O2OrGekg0-DYIprKsc9FG3tcMK54OhNQVWBatxTHIzYGohbXCFrDtQYwWLRUAWX8Y8gcz2f-78J5kUEHgHcZb5gD40k9W11U-LQhm1M-TRTzpu0PLQ/s400/fishy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581847999175672082" border="0" /></a><br /> So, now I'm directing Thumbellina, but with a feminist twist at the denouement. We are making puppets to both help reinforce the whole "tiny" idea, and also to distract the sproglets during scene changes. This fishy is just the first of a school---three that size, and three smaller, making a school of bright bobbing distractions. No, you may not call your new band<span style="font-style: italic;"> bright bobbing distractions.</span>Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-53113709244838403812010-12-20T12:52:00.000-06:002010-12-20T12:53:48.267-06:00TTFN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5n6C5XfVYhkzhULHgEAnk3SKgCQcEXT6PmvZu2ZCxPm9ui4OB_sdO7jhB8j0Ob6GcSsAq4ZyRj7qG_XN1K_2QYPtVq-J-F0WTb6uslyhV-LQFNF-KUkWnCaA6Iez9RJLCxTJSCw/s1600/moth+balls.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5n6C5XfVYhkzhULHgEAnk3SKgCQcEXT6PmvZu2ZCxPm9ui4OB_sdO7jhB8j0Ob6GcSsAq4ZyRj7qG_XN1K_2QYPtVq-J-F0WTb6uslyhV-LQFNF-KUkWnCaA6Iez9RJLCxTJSCw/s1600/moth+balls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-27776256715301896062010-11-10T18:53:00.002-06:002010-11-10T19:01:30.316-06:00Hansel and Gretel Ate My Brain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2dfa5xRUuQ25jGDrF1DFsOJvTj5a0q8f3wQt3yVsK_ip1gxNFl9BnzvPNn0Ve-Y6SqeNpANjeiUG3GQoF6lSqpw00pFw0LPleXLMhQ8KgV_2X6YrP5mPgxl5STtG2roLUV1aBg/s1600/the+dumb.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2dfa5xRUuQ25jGDrF1DFsOJvTj5a0q8f3wQt3yVsK_ip1gxNFl9BnzvPNn0Ve-Y6SqeNpANjeiUG3GQoF6lSqpw00pFw0LPleXLMhQ8KgV_2X6YrP5mPgxl5STtG2roLUV1aBg/s400/the+dumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538088987583150706" border="0" /></a><br /> Also, a really icky sinus infection from being out in the wind and allergens all weekend. It must be some karmic retribution from making the cast sleep in unheated kennels, or something. <br /> The show's producer is quite happy with my work, and wants to find funding to pay me with for future projects. Additionally, she seems to think my wee penchant for brutality would be more appropriate to <span style="font-style: italic;">Grande Guinol</span> type productions. She's right---Grim's Tales give me the willies.Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-60355550555798418282010-11-07T10:30:00.002-06:002010-11-07T10:42:38.455-06:00Show Opens!!After months of writing, planning, rehearsals and brutality, the show opened to a very satisfying house. Ok, we opened in a parking lot, but from a theater history standpoint that just makes us like strolling players or something. We got laughs at all the right parts, and everyone clapped really really hard at the end. We have 3 more shows, and none of them are in parking lots! Today, I shall grant them leave to perform on an actual stage. I know, I spoil my actors........Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-90183379936899653682010-10-27T23:20:00.002-05:002010-10-27T23:32:22.952-05:00I'm a Fucking SAINT, I Tell you..........................and don't start with the "<span style="font-style: italic;">How can you be evil and a saint, too</span>?" crap---look up St Augustine, for starters. Anyway, hagiography aside, I tell you I want to be canonized, or given a lollipop at the very least, because <span style="font-style: italic;">I haven't dropped a single f-bomb in front of anyone under the age of 19 during the process of directing this little puppet show.</span> <br /> To quote Kinky Freedman, "I would never say "fuck" in front of a C-H-I-L-D". But tonight, during our first tech rehearsal, when one of the mics made the whole system feedback, I came really fucking close. Thank fuck I'm not a fucking vulgarian.Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-80397499719621280702010-10-21T22:49:00.002-05:002010-10-21T22:51:58.880-05:00countdown.............to community theater. Two weeks or so until we open, and the show promises to be........<span style="font-style: italic;">cute</span>.<br /><br /> What do you want from me? Remember---EVIL.Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-41038685663629145142010-09-29T02:33:00.003-05:002010-09-29T02:58:48.012-05:00Whoops! I'm Evil.......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFBsAWPYqmnunHehS4_ChpE5cdP7Ipdyb5wzCnpWl0jdccHxcvlZ3-f_quJNj5rH8YGRXEt_MPJAmLME4-XlC5foRlB-yIxH_Fa8e97hh83RGGfFdNNET7yOafZGKFwHUXisUa5w/s1600/background-david-lynch.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFBsAWPYqmnunHehS4_ChpE5cdP7Ipdyb5wzCnpWl0jdccHxcvlZ3-f_quJNj5rH8YGRXEt_MPJAmLME4-XlC5foRlB-yIxH_Fa8e97hh83RGGfFdNNET7yOafZGKFwHUXisUa5w/s400/background-david-lynch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522241798100509714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1TNG7NlU_R67yaUfmnXrKBxC7y3mZ4tx6jKL4UL8coFjmF6qE4nTmdPyG0PIjRiNJJ5kn9gJNfZeb7st5RvdkgniP83Td2Zh2zU_2wUczFzsI2oChXCLICRdqX0n2ASfdEHt8HA/s1600/background-david-lynch.jpg"><br /></a><br />Seems I have--quite accidentally--become a super villain. <span style="font-style: italic;">Oops.</span><br /><br />Before you get all judgey, and risk incurring my twisted wrath, allow me to explain.<br /><br />The"Dr Angst" facet of my personality---once minute---has staged a hellish coup and merged with my artsy-fartsy creative side. Sounds like a gay Bond villain to me.........<br /><br />The change was slow, and subtle. The urge to direct community theatre, my draconian approach<br />to conflict resolution, and now, the final straw---I am putting people<span style="font-style: italic;"> in thrall</span>.<br /><br />You may recall a comment from <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kurt Xxxx</span> ( I ask him how to pronounce <span style="font-weight: bold;"> Xxxx</span>--he said "the European pronunciation") where he said, and I quote, or actually copy and past :<br /><img src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" class="comment-icon blogger-comment" alt="Blogger" /> " <span dir="ltr"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03076973960956565537" rel="nofollow">Kurt</a></span> said...<p> I love low pay! "<br /></p> <p class="comment-timestamp"> What, you may ask, has gotten in to him?? Besides the whole "<span style="font-style: italic;">was a teechur</span>" thing????</p><p class="comment-timestamp"> Four words.</p><p class="comment-timestamp">Funee. Tyme. Bat. Buddee.</p><p class="comment-timestamp"> The gift that keeps on giving........<span style="font-style: italic;">.funniest</span> thing, Kurt was concerned about possible concealed nanny cam tech imbedded, and completely overlooked the whole "will tapping Voo Doo hex" angle. </p><p class="comment-timestamp"><br /></p><p class="comment-timestamp"> So, now that Kurt-Kurt-Kurty-Kurt-Kurt is in thrall-thrall-thrally-thrall-thrall,</p><p class="comment-timestamp">I have no idea what to do. He's geographically too remote to be of much real use, damn it.<br /></p><p class="comment-timestamp"> Does anyone know where the de-thrall powder is? I can only take <span style="font-style: italic;">so much</span> responsibility.<br /></p>Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-82644654521131588362010-09-28T00:00:00.001-05:002010-09-28T01:04:59.037-05:00Lola---She Gets What She Wants, Apparently<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/13762496" frameborder="0" height="225" width="400"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/13762496">The Satin Dollz in "Whatever Lola Wants"</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/danblank">Dan Blank</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p>Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-32139212764859198142010-09-22T23:08:00.002-05:002010-09-22T23:17:20.066-05:00the floggings will continue until morale improves<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.betterlivingthroughbeowulf.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/hanselundgretel.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 490px;" src="http://www.betterlivingthroughbeowulf.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/hanselundgretel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /> So, we have 5 more weeks of rehearsal.............and I'm NOT loving what I'm seeing. Seriously, I have to recast two roles---one adult, one child--if this is going to work. And rather than blaming "the phantom" and just dropping lights on them, I have to<span style="font-style: italic;"> tell them. Verbally. Using words.</span> <br /> You would think I'd be more looking forward to it, happily rubbing my evil mits together, anticipating their anguish, but somehow I just don't. <br /> Is it too late to blame the phantom? Or Andrew Lloyd Webber??<br /><br /> Oh, the ruthless, cut throat world of community children's theater. How many soul's must it have before it's unholy thirst is slaked??? How many ruined lives? How many dashed dreams? How many licks to get to the center of the tootsie-pop of local celebrity??Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-42204643792241987692010-09-15T16:54:00.003-05:002010-09-15T17:07:16.320-05:00WANTED: MINIONS- hard work, low pay, ugly death.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglHuUwwx6RD6AeK77rZG7UubQUQ_ayrjnwjYdE_qEPexhA8f-md6YDZY-cS1MQDqAR4Vta2e_GXo_WVFk0Zzk4j3S6U3we83A-snNW8HWvPsSWoRqNpAad8kWuQpbVBNbsjseVyg/s1600/rites.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglHuUwwx6RD6AeK77rZG7UubQUQ_ayrjnwjYdE_qEPexhA8f-md6YDZY-cS1MQDqAR4Vta2e_GXo_WVFk0Zzk4j3S6U3we83A-snNW8HWvPsSWoRqNpAad8kWuQpbVBNbsjseVyg/s200/rites.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517264812011673266" border="0" /></a><br /> I'm posting early this week, before rehearsal, rather than after.<br /><br /> Six individuals will be absent this week. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Still haven't healed completely from last week.)</span><br /><br />Additionally, I'm having to be the responsible adult in charge tonight, since Anais' babysitter canceled. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Still haven't healed completely from last week.)</span><br /><br /> So, I have to open the space, turn lights on/off, etc---the things I usually have minions handle.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Still haven't healed completely from last week.)<br /><br /></span> So I'll be responsible for holding the key to the<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> church. </span></span> Posting early, in case of that whole pesky <span style="font-style: italic;">bursting into flames thing.<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></span>Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-31563900927384743322010-09-08T23:59:00.004-05:002010-09-09T00:07:58.227-05:00Rehearsals Begin. Who Will Survive.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkCohEs9QqHg3I_0f6loJ59XjEqc0ZhG5E94VUzcJwDw2U0C6BtuxZxv35mUTtTfImnpBloJNMdOtbC_-OUp3pC4JBuoZI9Psqh9jTjHODqkqrwsGVjc-eiBZZ3R77rm09V2GF8w/s1600/jevaistemangercopy.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkCohEs9QqHg3I_0f6loJ59XjEqc0ZhG5E94VUzcJwDw2U0C6BtuxZxv35mUTtTfImnpBloJNMdOtbC_-OUp3pC4JBuoZI9Psqh9jTjHODqkqrwsGVjc-eiBZZ3R77rm09V2GF8w/s200/jevaistemangercopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514775642880227042" border="0" /></a><br />....................and what will be left of them?<br /><br /> We began our journey of a thousand steps tonight.<br /><br /> I'm calling in a ringer at the end of the month to understudy half the roles. Keeps people sharp when they see their prospective successor.<br /> And I taped this picture by <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sebastien Millon</span> to my script notebook, just to remind my beloved cast of thespians that failure=being eaten.<br /><br /> More sunshine and puppy muffins later!<br /><br />Be sweet, and go read Sebastien's blog--linked to the left--<span style="font-style: italic;">CHRONICALLY SICK,ETC</span>Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-4350462567520477532010-09-02T02:11:00.003-05:002010-09-02T02:51:25.282-05:00Suffer For My Art--- Other People Must.......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7ziwflDME1qb7evco1_500.gif"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 370px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7ziwflDME1qb7evco1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />...apparently.<br />You know <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span>. I'm a problem solver, <span style="font-style: italic;">never</span> content to merely whine--I prefer to <span style="font-style: italic;">take actio</span>n.<br /><br />After rereading my last post, I realized the answer to my problem was as obvious as inbreeding at a Tea Party. All I had to do was eliminate or even just<span style="font-style: italic;"> significantly reduce </span>the number of competing elements. All those things that were keeping people from auditioning for my production of Hansel & Gretel had to <span style="font-style: italic;">DIE!!</span><br /><br />A judicious application of arson,blackmail,contaminants,drugs,electricity(pictured),forgery,<br />garrotes,homicide,insects,judo,karate,lions,mustard(gas),nails,<br />origami,perjury,quinine,<br />rabies,snakes,torture,unkindness,virus(computer),wi-fi,xenophobia,yodeling, and zither music<br />was all it took to bring down my enemies. Goodbye, scouting. Adieu, school athletics. Sayonara,<br />see ya around, don't let the screen door hit you in the ass on your way out.<br /><br />I have a full cast! I had all I needed and more turn up--qu'el surprize-- so rehearsal may begin next week. And the smoking shell of this chastened city may begin licking it's wounds, rebuilding, and chiseling into stone the lesson of the week: <span style="font-style: italic;">"When our overlord smiles and says "please", do it at once, or he'll break both your knees".</span><br /><br />I made it an easy to remember little rhyme. I'm<span style="font-style: italic;"> such</span> a giver!Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-9421324045597767212010-08-30T00:13:00.002-05:002010-08-30T00:24:04.232-05:00City I Live In Too Damn InterestingSeriously. What do you have to do to cast a community theater project? Back in the flashback inducing old days [<span style="font-style: italic;">twitch!</span>], we clambered over each other to audition. It got us out of sheep milking, thorn harvesting, and other such hated chores. But here in Hipsterville? Way different.<br /> <br /> All the fun/stimulating/trendy stuff we have here totally eliminates the need for community theatre. YouTube gives the wannabees their illusion of stardom, and the fear of ridicule stymies all others. <span style="font-style: italic;">What the damn hell, and shit a monkey!!!!!</span><br /><br /> I have most parts cast, but as a budding Bond villain and <span style="font-style: italic;">mal vivant</span>, I want a huge crowd of minions!!!! But I'll take 6 or 7 stout hearted types. Any age. Even really old people. Or animals. <br />I may resort to puppets if this last round of auditions doesn't produce.Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-31957264497205854942010-08-12T22:16:00.003-05:002010-08-12T22:29:10.448-05:00Once "Popular" Blog in Mothballs; Ersatz/Former/Part-time "Blogger" Blames Workload, Extracurricular Activities<span style="font-size:180%;"> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> (AUSTIN,TX) Once "semi-prolific" semi-blogger Trey Hoel, known to some as "Taarzaan", professed a lack of time and energy as chief reasons for his lack of posts. "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Between full-time self employment, aging, and directing community theatre projects, I just forget to blog"</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, whined the rapidly greying hippie, "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >plus with everyone just reposting porn on Tumblr, who the fuck has energy to compose text?". </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Public reactions have ranged from apathy (68%), to vague interest in the theatrical componants (12%), to deeply prurient curiosity about porn (20%</span>). </span><br /></span>Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-69749222011563298452010-06-17T13:28:00.003-05:002010-06-17T13:33:14.515-05:00I Just Wrote This Horrid Joke..............and had to share it.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> Why can't Anna Nicole Smith find a parking space at Walmart?</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">( punchline in comments)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-36771560349464654712010-06-13T22:24:00.001-05:002010-06-13T22:25:52.282-05:00Tilly VS the Closet MonsterThis bit of cinemania is brought to you by the ever whimsical Bart, and the ever stalwart Tilly.<br /><br /><object height="405" width="660"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MBP9kjXwfYY&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MBP9kjXwfYY&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="405" width="660"></embed></object>Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-53072626768426406612010-06-04T00:06:00.003-05:002010-06-04T01:51:35.679-05:00Lady FrankensteinSince you've been so good and patient, and haven't whined for a new post (like you still care), you may stay up late and watch this awesome cheesy crapola movie. And you may also have unlimited snacks. Just don't tell yer Ma, ok? I'm not up for another excoriation........<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ALSO: <span style="font-style: italic;">totally NSFW</span></span>--gratuitous boobies/naked ladies---remember the bit with Karloff throwing the girl in the pond? Recreated here with a <span style="font-style: italic;">naked lady</span>. Plus, the monster looks like it was designed and rendered by an 8 year old child, and the <span style="font-style: italic;">creepiest</span> part is the sexual politics. And the way the underlying necrophilia theme<span style="font-style: italic;"> really</span> gets obvious. Think of Lady Frank as Mary Shelley's alter ego, or something. And don't tell yer Ma, seriously.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="506" width="640"><param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"><param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"><param value="high" name="quality"><param value="true" name="cachebusting"><param value="#000000" name="bgcolor"><param name="movie" value="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf"><param value="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':[{'url':'http://www.archive.org/download/Lady_Frankenstein/format=Thumbnail?.jpg','autoPlay':true,'scaling':'fit'},'http://www.archive.org/download/Lady_Frankenstein/Lady_Frankenstein_512kb.mp4'],'clip':{'autoPlay':false,'scaling':'fit','provider':'h264streaming'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':true,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true}},'h264streaming':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.pseudostreaming-3.2.1.swf'}},'contextMenu':[{},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}" name="flashvars"><embed src="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" cachebusting="true" flashvars="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':[{'url':'http://www.archive.org/download/Lady_Frankenstein/format=Thumbnail?.jpg','autoPlay':true,'scaling':'fit'},'http://www.archive.org/download/Lady_Frankenstein/Lady_Frankenstein_512kb.mp4'],'clip':{'autoPlay':false,'scaling':'fit','provider':'h264streaming'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':true,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true}},'h264streaming':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.pseudostreaming-3.2.1.swf'}},'contextMenu':[{},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" height="506" width="640"></embed> </object>Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-29847689880844436592010-05-15T14:49:00.001-05:002010-05-16T01:11:45.276-05:00Sing Along<span style="font-size:180%;"><br />When I find myself in times of trouble<br />Mother Mary comes to me,<br />speaking words of wisdom<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7pmxdyZ3BInDvhyphenhyphen3qQUmBcaIpVS1WEQhs_t5KHRTvzKYo3zqXwBSDT3-FS3QGnoc1cwy4XU2gjAS5vvVUqzY5_6AWctLI-DlZt7EXib6UQeQtk7OaXrIr4X5sAMd9ic3GD5RGQ/s1600/calm+down+kittens.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7pmxdyZ3BInDvhyphenhyphen3qQUmBcaIpVS1WEQhs_t5KHRTvzKYo3zqXwBSDT3-FS3QGnoc1cwy4XU2gjAS5vvVUqzY5_6AWctLI-DlZt7EXib6UQeQtk7OaXrIr4X5sAMd9ic3GD5RGQ/s400/calm+down+kittens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471586712314261458" border="0" /></a>Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-87484234806542651052010-05-12T16:46:00.003-05:002010-05-12T17:04:46.364-05:00Irony Mass Inversion Impending.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuMnFXUSZRlhmWQW4dMCnjGify1RV52ZBbVzA53Ug0z0hkTIwlNvCvxVhvND33u5NWUZJnwDyRwe0BVbJYVf9KbXG7imxgPelSqjI7lkazYf4jBc3MftNaJpUAd8O7o7WhMmfTrw/s1600/lunarossa.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 99px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuMnFXUSZRlhmWQW4dMCnjGify1RV52ZBbVzA53Ug0z0hkTIwlNvCvxVhvND33u5NWUZJnwDyRwe0BVbJYVf9KbXG7imxgPelSqjI7lkazYf4jBc3MftNaJpUAd8O7o7WhMmfTrw/s200/lunarossa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470507832704587938" border="0" /></a><br />Austin,TX-- It became apparent early today that conformist attitudes in young adults have caused the hipster population to overtake the mainstream population, thereby making <span style="font-style: italic;">hipster</span> the new <span style="font-style: italic;">mainstream</span>. <span style="font-style: italic;">Edgy</span> has become the new <span style="font-style: italic;">banal</span>, and <span style="font-style: italic;">obscure</span> is the new <span style="font-style: italic;">redundant</span>. Additionally, sources report that <span style="font-style: italic;">apathetic</span> has become the new<span style="font-style: italic;"> impassioned</span>. Then they rolled their eyes, and sighed "<span style="font-style: italic;">whatever</span>". Irony mass inversion is expected to create a gaping black hole of mediocrity, sucking the entire hipster culture to a dimension you no doubt have never heard of.Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-82715303232221823962010-04-24T00:16:00.001-05:002010-04-24T00:19:36.001-05:00Recycled Post-Earth Day PostI barely remeber having writen this, so--semi-new to me:<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Ultimate Social Network Quiz</span></span><br /><br />1. Which character from Alistair Crowley’s Diary of a Drug Fiend do you most identify with, and why?<br />2. If you had to be a transvestite crack whore for one day, what brand of make up would you use? Condom? Box cutter?<br />3. What’s your favorite antibiotic?<br />4. Favorite pain? Pain killer? Serial killer? Cereal?<br />5. You’ve been nailed by the wrists to a redwood deck, and a drooling psychopath is standing over you with an axe, ready to behead you.<br /> A: How did you get there?<br /> B: Why you should live, in 50 words or less.<br /> C: What are you wearing?<br />6. Where did you hide your stash when you were in high school?<br /> Middle school? Kindergarten?<br />7. Des Cartes said :” Je pense, donc je suis”. Would you date him?<br />8. Jock or nerd: which one goes best with white wine?<br />9.<span style="font-style: italic;"> What has it gots in its pocketses?</span><br />10. If you were an STD, which one would you be?<br />11. What’s your most shameful secret? Be specific, with details.<br />12. Everybody has their price—what’s yours?<br />13. Who should be first up against the wall when the revolution finally happens?<br />14. <span style="font-style: italic;">Besides me</span>, wise ass.<br />15. You encounter Andrew Lloyd Webber, Anne Gedes, and Ayn Rand in a deserted meadow. You have only one bullet. What do you do?Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10124695.post-27926238447992436702010-04-21T22:01:00.003-05:002010-04-21T22:19:44.197-05:00Welcome to Austin! Don't Be A Douche!I read somewhere that <span style="font-weight: bold;">Austin</span> was the <span style="font-style: italic;">6th most moved-to city</span> last year. I'm treating it as good news, because it helps raise the ratio of clients to massage therapists for the better<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> (MT's are as thick here as mosquitoes in a swamp)</span></span>. But on the other hand, I must despair of the inevitable culture dilution that occurs. So welcome, new comer, but leave that urban blightmare bad attitude in your storage unit. Don't bring us your paranoia, your impatience, your douche baggery. Adjust to a more sincere, mellow, thoughtful existence. You've been living in a game preserve for assholes. You are used to being a creep reflexively-- like blinking. Texans generally don't stand for that. We've barely gotten past dueling and feuding, so don't push your luck. Years of rigid role expectation, forced courtesy, and country music have made most Texans into <span style="font-style: italic;">walking time bombs</span>. All you have to do is go a <span style="font-style: italic;">short</span> distance away from here to find them. And sometimes, they drive in to shop. So for safety's sake,for the children, for puppies and Christmas, just to make sure you don't inadvertently provoke someone into acting out in a big, scary way-- clean up your fucking act.Treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649619161091885628noreply@blogger.com2