Last Call!

Well, it's the final weekend of the play about my life. Friday and Saturday are your last opportunities to get an up-close, intimate (albeit manufactured) peek into my life. There are some talks with various people of import that the show may find a new life down the road in some better weather conditions - I can say no more on that topic. But as we all know, nothing in life is guaranteed except for the end. And I see my train a coming. I do plan on being in attendance tonight, assuming I'm not called to secret, peacekeeping duties elsewhere. But the plan is to be there. Before then I will be making a guest appearance at an institute of higher learning where I will be stinging the bee.

However, during this sad occasion do note that I left you with a little gift, a picture of Britney from her Mouseketeer days. Do unto others as you would have them to do unto you, assuming of course we lived in a world where people cared about doing others.

Back Atcha!

So I took the weekend off from the blog. I hope everyone's okay, and that my absence didn't dishearten you too much. I saw the play Friday. It was awesome. I think everyone should see it. I did speak with the writer afterwards and mention there are some things I would have done differently...but...hey...I can't fault him for not being Vince. Also, I liked the guy who played me a lot. I thought he did a great job. But he's not as good looking or as muscular as I am. But again, you can't fault him for not being Vince. Everyone did a great job and I think you should check it out, especially on Free Beer Monday, January 26th at 7pm. You might just see me there...

Breal a Leg, Ye Scottish Playas.

This is one of the reasons why theatre drives me crazy. Somehow that playwright got a hold of my phone number and called to see if I was coming to see his play about my life. “Uh, yeah, read my blog,” I said. Anyway, then I wish him good luck, seemed like the nice thing to do. Then the dude freaks out on me. “Good luck, Good luck, you’re supposed to say break a leg,” then he hangs up, and as far as I can tell took a bath in garlic and tomato juice. And theatre people wonder why the rest of the world thinks they are freaks. I suppose writers are especially…troubled. So anyway, break a leg. I’m closing in on Cleveland and the temperature is a beautiful

12 degrees BELOW zero

Don’t you wish you lived in Cleveland? After all, New York may be the Big Apple, but Cleveland’s a plum. Don’t lose sight of the left, right, left rule, especially in these trying times.

And Now We Know...

There it is. It looks innocent enough, doesn’t it? And it certainly does not look like a theatre. But, apparently, inside those walls is where the play THE BLOGGER will be produced. It’s being produced by Fourth Wall Productions and was written, as I suspected, by Greg Vovos. I never paid him much mind in high school. But that just goes to show you, just because you don’t pay someone much mind doesn’t mean their mind ain’t working much. You would think I would be upset about this, but I am not. If it brings people to my blog then God bless us everyone. Though I don’t attend any plays or things like that or donate money to museums or orchestras, I do support the arts – in theory. But I will go see this play. And review it. I have posted all the details, as I know ‘em, on the right side of my blog, just below my poll.

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I'M ALIVE!

Day One of my blog. I think people have been following me. With notepads. Trying to steal my life. I won't allow them. I'll steal my own life. Remember, take hold of yourself, you're the only one you got, besides others...if there are others. Watch for more Vince.