A Play
In Which Your Humble Blogger is coy, and invites your opinion about this whole pseudonym thing.
Category: theeyater
An Audition Monologue, part the Fifth and Last
In Which Your Humble Blogger wraps it up. Sort of.
An Audition Monologue, part the Fourth
In Which Your Humble Blogger has only twenty-seven hours to write part five and be ready.
An Audition Monologue, digression
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes this way and that way, goes this way and that way, goes this way and that.
An Audition Monologue, part the Third
In Which Your Humble Blogger asks: what’s in a name? Other than the commemoration of a successful battle, I mean. And the patronymic, sure.
An Audition Monologue, part the Second
In Which Your Humble Blogger starts to break it down.
An Audition Monologue, part the first
In Which Gentle Readers help Your Humble Blogger get ready for an audition. Y’all did volunteer, dincha?
Book Report: The Pillowman
In Which Your Humble Blogger writes about a Martin McDonagh play without saying fuck once. Except in the fucking pull quote, I suppose. Does that count?
Book Report: The Dresser
In Which Your Humble Blogger wept the first time through, and the second time through cried, not just the streaming tears that I usually weep but great wracking sobs, like I have not cried since the last time I was in the presence of Death.
Finally, the final R3 note
In Which Your Humble Blogger looks back, and then looks forward again.