So I follow a few blogs. True story. Sometimes I get an itch to do a guest post for some of those blogs. And sometimes those guest posts are accepted and published! Here's one I did for the blog Modern Mormon Men. It's called "Bearing One Another's Burdens" and is written especially for all my straight brothers out there. Take a look!
Something similar, but definitely more witty than what I wrote, was written by a non-mormon man of faith named Pastor Brad Young. It's titled "Straight Man’s guide to losing your Gay/SSA friend".
Enjoy.
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
The yellow-brick road
In the last month since I posted about being acquainted with Dorothy, 1500 people have read my story. I think that's kind of cool. I sincerely hope it's helped in some way.
In honor of that, today I thought I'd share the story of where the title comes from (If you haven't read it yet, read it first then come back).
Picture it: Late-September. Temperatures are soaring and everyone in the nation is caught up in fair-time fever. Southern California is no exception.
I had just returned home from a trip to the Utah State Fair - complete with animal viewings, fried food, The Zipper, and the annual butter sculpture. But I was ready for more. So a few friends and I headed to the outskirts of LA county for the LA county fair. In terms of fried food and carnival rides I think the LA county fair may be unmatched. (Though I have admittedly been to few fairs). I was like a kid in a candy store.
Before gorging ourselves on deep-fried cookie dough and Kool-aid, then subsequently trying to make ourselves throw up on any rides, we hit up the Expo Hall where the knife and spa salesmen of the world hock their wares to unwitting fair attendees.
A friend and I approached a booth near the door that was selling some sort of metal polish. A somewhat robust woman was sitting in the booth. We said hello and the first question out of her mouth was, "Are you guys friends of Dorothy?" We had no idea what she meant by that (though I was probably a little more clueless than my more worldly-wise friend) We assured her we had no idea who Dorothy was - nor did we know anyone named Dorothy. And the conversation continued.
She touted the advantages of her polish - including its FDA approval, which means the polish is edible. EDIBLE METAL POLISH!!!!! - but I digress. We thanked her for her time and made to leave. She said, "Oh, and sorry if I made you uncomfortable with the Dorothy question. I just have a couple of friends here who are looking for...ya know." We assured her of our indifference and left to look at hand-made soaps or something.
That's when the light bulb switched on. That Dorothy. BA HA HA! Well ma'am, I can't speak for my compadre here, but in my case it's complicated. I don't know that Dorothy and I are "friends" exactly, but we're acquainted. Yes.
We spent the rest of the night making jokes about Dorothy and the possible lubricating power of metal polish. A memorable trip to the fair to be sure.
Incidentally - who goes to the LA county fair to hook up?!
In honor of that, today I thought I'd share the story of where the title comes from (If you haven't read it yet, read it first then come back).
Picture it: Late-September. Temperatures are soaring and everyone in the nation is caught up in fair-time fever. Southern California is no exception.
I had just returned home from a trip to the Utah State Fair - complete with animal viewings, fried food, The Zipper, and the annual butter sculpture. But I was ready for more. So a few friends and I headed to the outskirts of LA county for the LA county fair. In terms of fried food and carnival rides I think the LA county fair may be unmatched. (Though I have admittedly been to few fairs). I was like a kid in a candy store.
Before gorging ourselves on deep-fried cookie dough and Kool-aid, then subsequently trying to make ourselves throw up on any rides, we hit up the Expo Hall where the knife and spa salesmen of the world hock their wares to unwitting fair attendees.
A friend and I approached a booth near the door that was selling some sort of metal polish. A somewhat robust woman was sitting in the booth. We said hello and the first question out of her mouth was, "Are you guys friends of Dorothy?" We had no idea what she meant by that (though I was probably a little more clueless than my more worldly-wise friend) We assured her we had no idea who Dorothy was - nor did we know anyone named Dorothy. And the conversation continued.
She touted the advantages of her polish - including its FDA approval, which means the polish is edible. EDIBLE METAL POLISH!!!!! - but I digress. We thanked her for her time and made to leave. She said, "Oh, and sorry if I made you uncomfortable with the Dorothy question. I just have a couple of friends here who are looking for...ya know." We assured her of our indifference and left to look at hand-made soaps or something.
That's when the light bulb switched on. That Dorothy. BA HA HA! Well ma'am, I can't speak for my compadre here, but in my case it's complicated. I don't know that Dorothy and I are "friends" exactly, but we're acquainted. Yes.
We spent the rest of the night making jokes about Dorothy and the possible lubricating power of metal polish. A memorable trip to the fair to be sure.
Incidentally - who goes to the LA county fair to hook up?!
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Timelessnessity
One of my groups in the haunted house tonight was composed of a bunch of men and women in their 40s. It's not uncommon to see middle-aged people roaming these halls, but there was something about this group that made me a little sad. It took me a minute to figure it out, but here's what it was - they were a bunch of people in their mid-forties trying to be a bunch of people in their mid-twenties.
I am all for staying young at heart. Play. Be happy. Be weird. But own your age. I don't think there's anything at all wrong with growing older. It happens to everyone. Natural part of life.
Have fun as a 40-yr-old. But don't have fun as a 40-yr-old trying to be a 25-yr-old.
I am all for staying young at heart. Play. Be happy. Be weird. But own your age. I don't think there's anything at all wrong with growing older. It happens to everyone. Natural part of life.
Have fun as a 40-yr-old. But don't have fun as a 40-yr-old trying to be a 25-yr-old.
Friday, October 26, 2012
It's not pretty, I don't like doing it.
Folding laundry
Driving in snow
Waking up
Washing the dishes
Working in sales
That is all for now. Thank you.
Driving in snow
Waking up
Washing the dishes
Working in sales
That is all for now. Thank you.
Home
I had an audition yesterday at Fox studios. I felt really good about it. As I was walking back across the lot to my car I had a very strong feeling of being home. Being where I was meant to be. It was a small, but very comforting affirmation. :)
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Identity crisis management
In the last couple of weeks I've had to write some autobiographical informational paragraphs for various things - playbills, websites, etc. And it got me thinking a little bit about putting one's self into so few words. And I thought it might be fun to do a couple of super-short intros and see what I can come up with. I like my short bio here on my blog, "Just looking for some happiness in life, fulfillment in work, and the perfect brownie". Here are some other options:
About Me -
> I like home-made scarves, iced herbal cream teas, and am randomly good at punting - river, not football.
> I enjoy desserts of all kinds (unless they involve peanut butter), listen to musicals in the car to avoid falling asleep, and have an affinity for children's literature.
> I'm an actor, educator, singer, reader, eater, and lover of Disney.
> I own yellow pants, green shoes, striped socks, and a red scooter.
> The key to my heart is shaped like a brownie-bottom cheesecake. Also, I only possess one pair of white socks.
> Son, brother, uncle, friend, shower singer, road-trip taker, ukulele player, and bargain shopper extraordinaire.
> I believe in magic, the goodness of people, the future, Santa Claus, and crocs.
> I have 1 pair of gellin' insoles, 2 newsboy hats, 3 pairs of red shoes, 4 modes of transportation, and a waffle iron.
I feel like maybe I need a few more websites so I can use all of these.
Your turn. Go!
About Me -
> I like home-made scarves, iced herbal cream teas, and am randomly good at punting - river, not football.
> I enjoy desserts of all kinds (unless they involve peanut butter), listen to musicals in the car to avoid falling asleep, and have an affinity for children's literature.
> I'm an actor, educator, singer, reader, eater, and lover of Disney.
> I own yellow pants, green shoes, striped socks, and a red scooter.
> The key to my heart is shaped like a brownie-bottom cheesecake. Also, I only possess one pair of white socks.
> Son, brother, uncle, friend, shower singer, road-trip taker, ukulele player, and bargain shopper extraordinaire.
> I believe in magic, the goodness of people, the future, Santa Claus, and crocs.
> I have 1 pair of gellin' insoles, 2 newsboy hats, 3 pairs of red shoes, 4 modes of transportation, and a waffle iron.
I feel like maybe I need a few more websites so I can use all of these.
Your turn. Go!
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Chips and Guac
I love food. Today, specifically, I love guacamole. Trader Joe's has a guacamole kit that maybe changed my life. It allows you to make your own fresh guacamole without having to figure out what goes in guacamole. GUACAMOLE! I just like saying that...
For those of you not fortunate enough to have a Trader Joe's nearby, here's what you need:
2 avacados
1 smallish tomato
1 lime
A couple of garlic cloves (not the entire big thing, just a couple of sections)
A shallot, small onion, or small amount of onion
A spicy pepper - if you want some kick to your guac.
Mash up the avacados.
Dice up everything else (except the lime).
Combine with the juice of said lime.
Voila! Gauacamole!
I also added some cilantro. Cuz I likes me some cilantro. I might also experiment in the future with some corn, or black beans.
Super easy. Super healthy. Super delicious. Super guacamole.
You're welcome. :)
For those of you not fortunate enough to have a Trader Joe's nearby, here's what you need:
2 avacados
1 smallish tomato
1 lime
A couple of garlic cloves (not the entire big thing, just a couple of sections)
A shallot, small onion, or small amount of onion
A spicy pepper - if you want some kick to your guac.
Mash up the avacados.
Dice up everything else (except the lime).
Combine with the juice of said lime.
Voila! Gauacamole!
I also added some cilantro. Cuz I likes me some cilantro. I might also experiment in the future with some corn, or black beans.
Super easy. Super healthy. Super delicious. Super guacamole.
You're welcome. :)
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