Ju suis l'omelette du frommage

My apologies to all my adoring fans . . . and anyone else who reads this blog . . . anyone? . . . . For the lack of update. Lame Excuse: always tired / don't have a fun picture ready / don't know if anyone's reading this / my pinky hurts (okay, the last one isn't true, but I did recently get a cut on my hand during a run of the show because of a partly broken prop. I told someone I was getting a Jesus complex, so I was starting to develop stigmata).

Fear not! I'll get back to it. In the short term, I have a couple of recent dreams for you: 1) I dreamed that Scott Bakula was directing a show. I wasn't in the show, but I was understudying all the roles -- which was odd even in the dream, because I'm a union actor, but all the roles were non-union. Nobody would explain this to me in the dream. Also, Scott wanted me to make a "prop" spinal cord, and he wanted me to make it out of a 2x4 that he handed to me. 2) In this dream, Richard Frederick (a castmember, who portrays the Marauder) couldn't be there for a show, so his understudy had to go in for him. BUT . . . (in the dream) . . . Richard also had a solo number at the beginning of Act 2, and it was suddenly decided that I was to cover the song. For this solo I had to dress as a Frenchman, with a curly wig and thin moustache. And I was to walk on the beach when I sang. I was very concerned, because I didn't know the song and no one had ever given me the music for it.

And there you go. Analyze that, I DARE YOU!