Questionable Content!

Hello, friends and random Next to Normal bootleg searchers who stumble upon my blog! You are in luck, my friends, for if you like theatre - you'll love QUESTIONABLE CONTENT - The 2nd annual one act festival presented by Co-Op Theatre East!

Questionable Content

Co-Op Theatre East's annual one-act festival Questionable Contentreturns with four new one-act plays about life in these modern times. Last year’s show included mysterious power brokers, children debating cultural tradition, and cats caught in their own mousetraps—check out what we have this time around:

– Steve Koppman's futuristic (prescient?) Homage to Catatoniaenvisions a world where we're all plugged in, and questions the cost. Directed by Ashley Marinaccio.
– Craig Abernethy's sharp comedy Do/Don't Do turns the playwright's incredible eye for social commentary on a (not so) ordinary street crossing. Directed by Robert A. K. Gonyo.
– In Reina Hardy's classic tale of truth versus fiction, Smooth Criminal, a writer of a fraudulent blog is forced to choose between integrity or a book deal. Directed by Casey Cleverly.
– And in COTE Artistic Director Robert A. K. Gonyo's Urinal Play, a young man must deal with his impertinent boss who has run out of toilet paper. Directed by Robert A. K. Gonyo.

The ensemble includes Kerrie Bond, Joseph Faranda, Ben Gooch, Stephen Hensel, Serena Miller, Veronique Ory, Nicole Perperas, Bethany Pollock, David Roberts, Adam Schneider, Jenny Stodd, and Michael Wetherbee.

September 17–19 @ 8 p.m.
September 20th @ 2 p.m.
The Kraine Theater, 85 E. 4th Street, New York

Tickets: $18, $15 students (reserve by e-mail, or available at the door)

See some still photos from rehearsals on the blog!


I'd love to see you there if you're free! Feel free to hit me up with questions!


*K

Analyze This!

So I've recently installed Google Analytics into my blog, just to see if anyone is actually coming to read this thing.

Surprisingly, the answer is yes. Well, I mean, I've had 49 views since I installed in about a week ago... and 16 of those are returning viewers! Score! Right?

The most amusing part is seeing the key words triggering my site to show up in Google. Mostly, people are coming across my modest little blog here while searching for a bootleg of Next to Normal. Which is because of this entry, where I get sappy and discuss at length my love of the show. I also happen to mention that I had a bootleg of Feeling Electric. So that explains why, when searching "bootleg of next to normal" on Google, I come up 5th.

This will probably gather a ton more hits. Maybe I'll just stick the phrase BOOTLEG OF NEXT TO NORMAL at the bottom of all my posts. Of course, the visitor immediately hits their backspace key, and that would be why my average page view is 34 seconds.

I implore you, visitor on a search for a bootleg of Next to Normal, stick around. Read some mundane stories, look at pictures of people you don't know. At least stick around for a full minute and bump up my average page view. Because then at least I'll think I'm creating content worth reading.

Bootleg of next to normal.

*K

My birthday is tomorrow.


Tomorrow is my 22nd birthday. It's the first year that I haven't planned anything big. Last year was a week in Florida, the year before was a big party, the year before was the zoo... etc etc. And while on one hand it's nice to not have to plan my own birthday, on the other it's weird to not have anything extravagent happening to look forward to. (At least not to my knowledge.)

I've been feeling a little blue about the whole thing. Maybe because for the first time since I turned 16, Anthony isn't going to be with me. Or maybe just that it doesn't seem like a big deal this year. I was told that this is "growing up", but that just made me more sad. Is part of growing up really not being excited for your own birthday? Isn't that half the fun? Shouldn't we be happy about the day we were born and willing to celebrate it to the fullest extent? Shouldn't other people be excited too? I look forward to other people's birthdays just as much as my own. Maybe we're just all too busy. I just know that losing track of these kinds of celebrations will NOT be a part of my growing up. If anything, they should become more meaningful.

I know tomorrow will be special no matter what, it's just different this year. But everything is different now, I guess. I'll be going to lunch with the people I work with, who are all extremely awesome people (how lucky am I?) And then who knows what for the rest of the day. We'll see!

*K

Proudest moment? Possibly.

Yeah, Michael Ian Black answered my Twitter question.


Kerrie09@michaelianblack Will you watch my dog next weekend while I'm out of town?

Sure, if I can also go through your panty drawer.


Just sayin'.


Little does he know, he's entered into a binding agreement. I will prepare Seven for his arrival. And my panties.


Oh yeah, you all should watch Michael and Michael Have Issues on Comedy Central. Wednesday nights at 10:30.


OUT!


*K

I eat the catfood...

If only because I look really skinny in this video, I present to you now Think Pound's THE OATMEAL AND THE CAT FOOD!


*K
I think this thing is about due for an update.

A normal person would say that after their week-long excursion in a foreign country, things settled down and life went about its usual pace. I, however, am not this normal person, and life has yet to regain its normality.

The Friday after we got back into the US, I jumped on a 6:30am flight into Fort Myers, Florida to surprise one of my best friends in the whole world for her wedding. I was home for literally 45 hours, 28 or so of those spent in secret. The only people who knew I was coming home at all were Ashton, Anthony, and my mom. It went off pretty well and I literally couldn't imagine not having been there. The three of us (me, Ashley, and Ashton) have been friends since we were 11. Well, since I was 11 and they were 12, since that's the way it's always been. ;)

It's funny, but everytime I'm home and I get to see both of them, it literally feels like nothing has changed.

We've gone from to . These pictures are 8 years apart - which is nuts.

I don't know what I'm babbling about. The point is being home for that short amount of time was actually really nice. Anthony was home the same weekend by crazy coincidence, which really made everything perfect. We even saw Barbara. My only complaint about the trip was that it was only 45 hours. (Oh, and I lost my wallet. That sucked.)

I took the 6:30am flight out of Fort Myers Sunday morning to get back into the city in time for Rose and Zach's engagement party, which was all kinds of fun. So, in summation, the weekend of the 26th was MARRIAGE WEEKEND.

The following weekend was, of course, my beloved 4th of July. My favorite holiday. We drove an 8 hour trip in an impressive 10 hours (hardee har har), pulled into my dad's place at 4:30am July 3rd. And we brought the sun with us. True story. It had been raining for at least 3 weeks prior to our arrival. Once we got there? Bam. Sunshine. All weekend. We work magic, people.

I love Bar Harbor, everyone who knows me knows that I spend most of my time missing it. It's beautiful and small and everyone knows me and I don't actually hate all of these people who know me, I like that they know me and I look forward to seeing them and I look forward to bumping into people I didn't even know were in town. It's all just GOOD.

Saw my dad, brother, sister in law, uncle, aunt, Noelle, and most importantly? BABIES! My brother has a 1 and a half year old girl named Willa, and my uncle has a 16 month year old name Griffin. They are both just the cutest things in the entire world.

And this is Willa smacking Griffin on the back of the head. They love each other.

The whole weekend was great, and the rain held off on the 4th until just as the fireworks were ending, which was perfect. And even then, it really didn't rain much. Everything was great.


Took my annual visit to the top of Cadillac Mountain, which is, and you'll know this if you know me at all, where I want to get married. Right on top of the mountain. May have even been subconsciously scouting locations while we were up there. Only not subconsciously.

Anyway, we're home now for a pretty substantial amount of time, despite my flirting with the idea of taking a bus to DC to see Jake Epstein in Spring Awakening. But that probably won't happen. Unfortuantely. We'll be in Seattle for a weekend in August for Mike's sister's wedding, but no big travel plans until then.

Other exciting news? I've officially signed with Maude Kaplan Management as of Wednesday. Which is just all kinds of exciting. She's really cool and I felt instantly that it would be a really good match. So hopefully my instincts are right. Had my first audition under her representation yesterday for a one lined part in a new HBO Series, which was pretty cool. So I feel like that part of my life is finally starting to go somewhere. My job at Levan Real Estate is still pretty much the best job I could have possibly found. I pretty much make my own hours and I work with really really great people. Couldn't have asked for much more than that.

Financially, things have been pretty tight for Mike and me, but I'm really not worried. We're just lucky to both have steady jobs, especially with Mike making $65,000 yearly he brings in enough to pay off debts and bills and survive. I do too, at least for the time being.

I love where we live more and more every day. I love the way we set everything up and I love coming home and I love the neighborhood and have recently found a new love for the bus, which will get us crosstown a hell of a lot faster than the subway will. So that's good.

Mike has been gone since 9:30 this morning and my laziness has taken new meaning. I'm not even lazy about big things. I get the big important things done almost instantly. I'm lazy about... moving. Or entertianing myself. I've been telling myself to write this blog since I woke up at 10:30, and am just now getting around to it. I'm lazy about finding something I want to watch on TV, and in turn spent about an hour watching Lifetime because it was on. I'm lazy about deciding what to eat, or getting dressed, or plugging in my computer. All of the arbitrary stuff. I cleaned the kitchen and took the trash out and went over my money status right away. Now I just need to make it about 3 more hours.

I won't keep typing that long, though.

Anyway, I am watching Role Models and I paid $4.99 for it, so I should probably pay attention. Especially seeing as how I spent 20 minutes on the phone with Time Warner tech support trying to get the movies on demand feature to work.

Ta!

*K

LONDON: Day 7

Ah, last day across the pond... was a great day, though. :)

We successfully got up with our alarm this morning to grab breakfast. We then came back to the room where I proceeded to fall asleep again for another hour or so. (My body needs 8 hours of sleep!)

...I've just been distracted for literally 15 minutes because Minority Report is on our TV...

Anyway.

We took a bus out to the south bank side of the Thames River to pay a little visit to Shakespeare's Globe Theatre. :)


Took a walk along the bank side to get to the theater, came across yet another crime warning sign:

We were lucky to get tickets - the show was completey sold out, but as we stood in the queue for returns, a woman came up to the line asking if anyone minded standing because she had extra yard tickets. Ah, I was a groundling at last! (Read a book, people.)


The theater is insanely gorgeous. Pictures don't even capture it. We were lucky to, yet again, have an absolutely gorgeous and sunny day. (In fact, the only rain we've had the whole trip was about a minute or so of light sprinkling. We're the luckiest travelers ever.)

The show was Romeo & Juliet, because I am destined to never see any other Shakespeare play... despite me being completely sick of seeing this play, it was really fantastic. But what else would you expect at Shakespeare's Globe? :)

After the show, we took a boat on the Thames up a bit to a tube station to connect to where we needed to be.


Stopped at a bookstore up near Charing Cross to grab a book someone asked Mike to buy for them, and then headed back to the Tower of London to take the "Grim Reaper" walking tour.

It was much shorter than the other walking tours we'd been on, but interesting nonetheless. It covered all of the hauntings and murders and the plague and the general "poor" area of London - the East End. We also followed the "trail" of Jack the Ripper, which was really freakin' cool.

Where one of the Ripper's victims was found:

The pub he used to hang around, where he'd find his various prostitute victims:

And, the clock tower the prostitutes would use to time their customers:

PLAGUE PIT:

Accidentally took a picture while walking, but thought it was kind of cool:

A man playing a piano in the middle of the street:

HAH:

Oh, and one other important thing to mention... our tour guide was a gorgeous british guy:

And, I'd seen this a million times on the back of ice cream trucks - or, rather, "super soft ice" trucks:

The tour happened to end around the corner from Brick Lane, home to ten or so of what we were told are the best Indian curry houses outside of India. And, having stated earlier in the week I wanted to try Indian food for the first time, it was pretty convenient. So we strolled over there and found a place to eat. The verdict? I LOVE Indian food, but I definitely need to have milk because water in not effective when your mouth is burning off. Right off.

Back at the hotel now... watching Minority Report, as I'd said before, and packing. Our flight takes off at noon tomorrow. The tube line near us goes right out to Heathrow, so we're going to take advantage of that. Eat some breakfast in the morning and then head out. Admittedly, I'm pretty sad to be going back. I really like it here and would love to spend another week or so. I definitely want to come back at some point in the future... it's a pretty remarkable city. And it's also, of course, made me want to travel pretty much everywhere else. But that's nothing new.

Okay, to sleep perchance to dream.

*K

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