THREE in ONE

I have really dropped the ball on this thirty days of procrastination (cough, cough), AHEM, photos, project. I was really busy all weekend either working the box office for Mixed Blood or you know, throwing up and cursing my ovaries for the PCOS. But I'm back now. I got a fair amount of things accomplished for Gadfly (including e-mails with one of my idols, whose show I may be doing next year. Details on that later.) and am about to dive into some writing projects, but first, I figured I'd take a few minutes to update.

Day 5's Photo Project was a picture of your favorite memory. I have a lot that are really personal to delve into and would be hard to find photos representing anyway. One day that marked a huge personal and professional triumph for me was the day Gadfly officially became incorporated with the state of Minnesota. I was going to be fancy and take a picture of the certificate and blah blah blah, but have instead chosen to put up this preliminary PR shot for Suburban Redux. The poses are about what we want but we want to get exact props, better lighting, and some sort of costuming for the official. But enjoy this outtake, meant to pique interest and for the purposes of this blog, celebrate the day my dream started to become a reality:


Day 6 want me to put up a picture of someone I want to trade places with for a day. This one gave me some trouble, as I love myself and my life...my only real complaints are that I want more money for myself and Gadfly, and would like to one day be in a relationship with a mature woman who knows what she wants in life. Beyond that, I am actually really happy most of the time. BUT we all know that I am a huge Maggie Gyllenhaal fan. So if I could trade places with anyone for a day, it would, beyond a shadow of a doubt be Peter Sarsgaard, Maggie Gyllenhaal's husband, and beautiful actor and director in his own right.



This brings us current, to today, Day 7: A picture of your most treasured item. This one, I did not have to think very long or hard about. Since I was in the crib, I have slept with my stuffed "angel bunny" every night, more or less. When I travel I don't take him for fear of losing him. He keeps my bedroom safe while I'm away. A couple of years ago, he became even more meaningful to me for reasons I care not to disclose. It is embarrasing how beat up and gray he looks, so instead of taking one of him in his current state, I scoured (and I mean scoured) the freakin' internet to find a picture of how he would have looked in his glory days. You know, when I was seven, and he was an appropriate companion. Isn't he cute?



Until next time (which is you know, tomorrow-in theory), I wish you peace, passion, and love.