Sunday, May 1, 2011
Eh,...um let me get back to you on this. I'm kind'a unstuck in time. Must be my meds.
I tell ya comrades sometimes I don't know if I should scream at the top of my lungs, weep like busted hydrant, rage like a betrayed Obama supporter or just stand mute for hours.
Okay it's the latter. Scary demented Silence.
So many losses so much bullshit, and assorted life crap. A terrible soporific bleariness has me in it's paws. Our times make no sense nor does my life in it. I feel like climbing the Chrysler Building in a skin tight Cat Woman suit covered with blinking l-e-d's.
Maybe a mini sound system playing Ginsberg's 1958 reading of Howl could be padded into my costume. In the cat ears perhaps. Yeah this weird action might pass the time for a while.
On the bright side Aftra, and Sag have finally merged. ...mostly
Sag which traditionally has balked at letting the great unwashed of Aftra through their pearly gates has voted unanimously for this hot'n greasy deal.
Members of The American Federation of Television, and Radio Artists,...that's me. My offical stage name being "Uncle Sydney". Anyway now we're all gleeful Butt Buddies with the Screen Actors Guild.
'Means I can get more work
So though I'm inches from snorting 12 kilos of Colombian White just to see what happens I'm satisfied this is finally resolved.
Humm, I might have to let the costume out a bit, but yeah it's just the thing for my climb.