Disasters....

....of the natural kind, meaning hurricanes and tornadoes and whatnot, and of the unnatural kind, meaning the orange f**kwad in charge of this country.  Is his only mission in life to undo all that is good?  To what end?  Does he hate goodness so much that he must strive to be the most evil leader since, oh, I don't know...Mussolini?  Hitler?  Stalin?  Pol Pot?  If the only thing that drives a narcissistic egomaniac is, well, narcissism and ego, where does that leave us?  And so with a stroke of the pen he can rend families apart, and with the mind of a dust bunny, so can he continue to breed the kind of climate that creates Harveys and Irmas.  What a dolt.  What a complete loser.  What a shame.  Shame, shame, everyone knows your name.

Okay.  Cannot leave on that note.  I had a riotously fun audition yesterday for A Christmas Carol.  I decided to go BIG and have FUN.  I've been experimenting with how I prepare for auditions.  Wrestling with the "can I be too prepared" question, which is a weird question to ask, but I've been thinking about that and preparedness versus leaving myself open for what may happen in the room outside of what I've prepared.  Yesterday I was prepared enough to know what I wanted to do, yet I was open enough to play when I got inside.  The response was terrific -- tons of laughter (I hope it was supposed to be funny!) and I left breathless from the physical and vocal workout, so I truly left it all in the room.  Whether I get called back or cast is out of my hands, but I couldn't have asked for a better time at the audition.  I just wish that these would translate to jobs.  I'm having an awful year....but the year isn't over yet :-)  Yep, hope springs eternal!