the monkey manifesto: adventure

... so I had this whole post, and then I closed the wrong window... damn.

So I haven't had much to say the last few weeks. Except quote songs in their entirety (I have quite the growing list), and I don't want to subject you all to that. If I posted every day, then I might be allotted some song-quoting now and then (on top of my actual post). Of course, it might be interesting to see how long I could just quote songs and keep them in line with how I feel -- not just quoting to quote. Ah well.

I've been in this post-partum funk for the last couple of weeks. I opened a show a week ago Thursday. The Snowmaiden at SMU at the Bob Hope Theatre. I designed the costumes. Wheee. I'll put up some pics. They misspelled my fucking name in the program... who do I have to fucking blow to get my name spelt correctly in a program. I've turned in the paper that has the official "for program" spelling, and yet they still manage to fuck it up. We have these fucking kids who have names that are all consonants and their names are all correct. It's like, taking out the "a" is enough of a problem that it fucks up both sides of intepretation. Hmmm, there's no "a" in this, it must be misspelled, or Hmmm, there's no "a" in this, it must not be "Michael" it's probably a girls name. Perhaps I should add a note to my name card, something that says "There is no fucking 'A' in my name", but then they would print up:

Michael "There is no fucking 'A' in my name" Hmmons

I can't win.

The show closes tomorrow if anyone in the Dallas area wants to see it... Everything else I wrote earlier doesn't feel relevant anymore despite the fact that it's only been 15 minutes since I wrote the first stuff. Ah well...

I'll put up some pictures.