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Nubile Gints,

Since my last blog entry I have executed the Port Clinton Performing Arts Festival in an administrative capacity, resumed classes, auditioned for OSU's fall season, and become a teacher of undergraduates. How do such things come to pass? Time itself knows, I do not. Well I do, but I am slow of speech and dry of tongue.

Port Clinton was a strange trip. I administratorially passed out money to performers for them to feed themselves - thus making me the most beloved and despised creature in their midst. I also flew about by the seat of my pants attempting to have the right answers to questions. Being behind the scenes is a weird and anticlimactic place to be. Ultimately, I am glad that I had the experience but I would prefer to be on the performing side of the microphone next year.

Classes are kicking my ass into a trunk formation. I have to read every ancient Greek play extant by october 12th. WHAT!? How is that concievable?? That's what I get for enrolling in the History, Literature, and Criticism area of the Department of Theatre. Damnz.

I auditioned for Rocky Horror and the "Sam Shepard Shorts" which consist of "Cowboy Mouth" and "Icarus' Mother". Callbacks are on Sunday, so it's nice that I'll have a day of downtime before stepping up to the planks again and vying (sp) for a role. Onga bonga.

My Destructicon will visit soon. I cannot wait. I have been shrouded in night and could use a little sunshine. :)

Monkey pour coffee in mein moots.

Hey America, fuck rhinos! 

This thing is frickin' gross. And yet, I want to nuzzle him. 

Hey, pay attention to me! 

Big Sean thinks I'm sexy

No, not Sean from Denison. A different one.

I just got back from my journey to the Souf and my spirits have been replenished (no, not the booze cabinet. Note to self: invest in booze cabinet). I saw my beloved Destructicon for the last time this summer (it's September already yo, what's up wif dat?).

Much has happened on my pilgrammage to the sunny land of mountains and antiques. I purchased a cheap-0 car stereo from Wal-Mart and installed it myself. This may not seem like such a great feat to the average mortal. But I have ne'er undertaken any sort of wiring task in my life, and, therefore, am swollen with pride at my successful installation. It's pride. Not a dysentary. I swear.

My creature-loving lady took me to the zoo. As it was the middle of the day in September, the place was fairly empty. It was cool to have the whole park to ourselves, but the sense of total security recedes a bit when the animals outnumer the spectators. I got a great picture with a lioness that was napping against the glass of her enclosure. I'll post that on some later o'clock. Oh yeah, the otters were the shit. I want otters. I know I shouldn't oughter, but I do. -that was stupid.

There is much to tell from my visit to mountain-country, but I feel it prudent to parcel out these adventures over time. Let them air out a bit before being ziplocked into cyberspace. Mmmm.

Back in C-town now. What to do? Pizza and booze? You ol' dog...

Mister Mayfield