Amazing!

Don't...

you need your answers, don't think of my pride
you might be best on your own
but when all those questions are quiet inside
you'll be alone

so don't break your heart
stay with me lay with me
don't break your heart
by saying no
Don't take us apart
you had your way with me
but don't break your heart
by letting go

Week one...

So, what? Do I brace for impact? Do I move on? The inevitable seems so clear. Do I prepare to change my vernacular to contain "mine", instead of "ours"?

Why is it that those who know what they want are the ones punished? They, us, sent into limbo, the slip. How, in 3 weeks, can you forget what you wanted? Is it, then, what you really wanted? So many plans made by you, a week before the drop, the slip. Wasn't I "the best for you" or just better than the last?

It's happened before. In the beginning. It was shorter, and the fear of life without me fueled you to return in half a day. Twice. Now, after week one, no word. No sign. Third time's a charm?

Am I to continue to wonder if this time, when I open the door, you'll be there? Or should I disconnect, like you? Prepare. Have you given up? Will I ever know the truth?

I want to fix. Mend. Instead, I must sit here, among "our" things. Waiting. Wondering. Feeding the cats. Our cats. In OUR house. In OUR bed. With no say. Powerless.

Enough time can pass that irreparable damage may be done. Trust evaporates, in these weeks to come, and those passed. Will there be enough time? Will it matter? Or has "our" fate already been decided? Should I say, has "mine"?

The disappointment

So, not to harp on and on about the Oscars or anything. I, for one, have heard enough, and take sheer bliss in the end of the Oscars when I can get back to being able to watch Desperate Housewives, or what-not.

I, however, must say something. Can I just say something?

I found myself a little baffled-slash-pissed at Forest Witaker. I have enjoyed him in films and on tv. I didn't see the film for which he won his Oscar but that's not what brings on this post. His acceptance speech contained the sentence "Because acting for me is about believing in that connection and it's a connection so strong, it's a connection so deep, that we feel it.". Firstly, midly redundant. Secondly, in an Oscar acceptance speech, he had the audacity to give an acting lesson to the likes of Peter O'Toole (who, having lost his 8th Oscar, at 75 years of age and has a limited amount of films left in him, looked heartbroken - thus breaking my heart). Not only does he have the balls to give an acting lesson, but doesn't even have the class to acknowledge that many MANY others deserve that award as much as him.

Now, I don't know if Peter O'Toole deserved the Oscar more or less than Mr. Witaker. The look in O'Toole's eyes was only insulted further by the disrespect an over proud, self-loving, vainglorious Actor.

I wonder why actors get such a bad rap?

Children for sale...

Today on Global I saw something that I'm somewhat torn about. It was an add about this 8 year old mentally challenged boy named Ryan. It's called "Wednesday's Child" and it's about adopting children who are no longer babies, I suppose, and who are possibly troubled for some reason and need the extra help to be put into a loving home.

It has all the characteristics of a helpful program, however there's something bizarre about the advertisement for the child. I've realized it is remarkably similar to the adoption adds for the SPCA. It speaks on how friendly he is and actually says how well "he responds to simple commands". Finally, a child who was trained well!

Fun Fun New York Times...not THE New York Times, MY New York Ti-well you get the idea

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Back with purpose

So I'm back in New York City. This time with "Pith!".

I just bought a beautiful new digital camera and will, hopefully, be filling it with fun photos immediately. I'll be posting lots here and talking about my excellent time.

I'm here for 12 days and looking forward to my time here with some NYC veterans.

We're/I'm planning to:

1. See Meryl Streep and Kevin Kline in Central Park in "Mother Courage" for free
2. See Avenue Q again with hopes of meeting an idol of mine, Rick Lyon
3. Going to see ''Snakes on a Plane'' at midnight in Times Square opening weekend
   
4. Hopefully make it to St. James Presbyterian Church in Harlem for Sunday mass
5. Buy new custom tap shoes
6. Eat at Harry's Burrito (the BEST burrito and margerita I've EVER had, to date!)
7. See "The Drowsy Chaperone"
8. Do five "Pith!" performances
9. Go on a harbor tour (which goes around all the harbors in Manhattan on a boat with a bar)
10. Shop for new shoes and a fun fall wardrobe and a gift for my love
11. Make it back with money to spare!

I'll do my best to check in and give you the haps!