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Happy Easter/Tax Day +1.
I've said it before, but just to reiterate: rest assured that, the less activity you see on this blog, the more activity there is in my real life.
My sisters and their wee ones are doing fine, according to all reports. It was about a year ago I learned that I'd soon be an uncle, and now I'm an uncle x2.
And I'd be remiss if I didn't point my meager audience to my sister and her husband's very own website: MartinFamilyKin.com. Bookmark like you mean it, laddies.
Parker is growing like a weed. Ellie too and I'm anxious to spend a little time with these kids. It's looking like late May/early June is our scheduled Big Trip to Northeast Ohio, so if you'd like to pencil us in, get in your request early.
Kidding. But seriously. Speak the hell up.
After a couple of months of plotting, writing and revising, I've completed the first draft of my play, my first major scripting work in a couple of years. Truth be told, I've been gun-shy with writing anything major since the horribly disappointing "Nazarene" debacle of 2003, particularly anything Christian (for historians: puke and barf), so I was hesitant.
Anyhow, it took a squelched argument with Danny to inspire me to blow the dust off my copy of Final Draft and write something significant again. It's called Fourth Wall and it's very probably the most personal thing I've ever penned for the stage. It's weird, it's uncomfortable and it's about faith. And, since I've never particularly believed that certain questions are too big to be asked for fear of pissing off God, it begins where the Caribouyah discussion leaves off.
So, for a story involving pastors who eulogize with Beck lyrics, a hip-hop dancing Heavenly Host, cowboy widowers, venom-spewing latinas, fake hospitals, spinal cord injuries, cerebral hemorrhages and a peach candy-chomping Author of the Universe, be sure to get your ticket early.
That's assuming I work up the nerve to get it produced. We'll see.
While I'm thinking of it, Charity has a blog.
If you don't know who Charity is, shame on you. I love Charity. Even more than that, I like her. Can't that be enough?
Oh, and big ups to London, England's Tom Milson. Tom's a young filmmaker who's decided to turn my 24 Hour Comic, Jump, into a short film. Good luck, Tom!
See? You never know.
Carey is Cosmetology Programmin' full steam ahead. If she were here, she'd remind me that it's not really a competition, but between you and me, she's beating all those other skeezers hands down.
Every day it's a new hair color chart or shears kit or a cellphone pic message demonstrating her latest opus. She in it to win it and I couldn't be prouder.
One of these days I'll even let her do my hair.
Keep forgetting to link to this, but Jewett has his own column over at The Comics Review. Can you believe that guy? When exactly is he going to quit being one of the cool kids?
Finally, Mom just won't quit speechifyin'. Fortunately, nobody told her that it's okay to re-use material, so she wrote an original one for last week's talk with a women's group affiliated with The Church in the Falls and posted it to her journal.
Go read.
(Oh, and it's old news by now, but here's an old story on her speech at Kent State, too.)
I've said it before, but just to reiterate: rest assured that, the less activity you see on this blog, the more activity there is in my real life.
My sisters and their wee ones are doing fine, according to all reports. It was about a year ago I learned that I'd soon be an uncle, and now I'm an uncle x2.
And I'd be remiss if I didn't point my meager audience to my sister and her husband's very own website: MartinFamilyKin.com. Bookmark like you mean it, laddies.
Parker is growing like a weed. Ellie too and I'm anxious to spend a little time with these kids. It's looking like late May/early June is our scheduled Big Trip to Northeast Ohio, so if you'd like to pencil us in, get in your request early.
Kidding. But seriously. Speak the hell up.
After a couple of months of plotting, writing and revising, I've completed the first draft of my play, my first major scripting work in a couple of years. Truth be told, I've been gun-shy with writing anything major since the horribly disappointing "Nazarene" debacle of 2003, particularly anything Christian (for historians: puke and barf), so I was hesitant.
Anyhow, it took a squelched argument with Danny to inspire me to blow the dust off my copy of Final Draft and write something significant again. It's called Fourth Wall and it's very probably the most personal thing I've ever penned for the stage. It's weird, it's uncomfortable and it's about faith. And, since I've never particularly believed that certain questions are too big to be asked for fear of pissing off God, it begins where the Caribouyah discussion leaves off.
So, for a story involving pastors who eulogize with Beck lyrics, a hip-hop dancing Heavenly Host, cowboy widowers, venom-spewing latinas, fake hospitals, spinal cord injuries, cerebral hemorrhages and a peach candy-chomping Author of the Universe, be sure to get your ticket early.
That's assuming I work up the nerve to get it produced. We'll see.
While I'm thinking of it, Charity has a blog.
If you don't know who Charity is, shame on you. I love Charity. Even more than that, I like her. Can't that be enough?
Oh, and big ups to London, England's Tom Milson. Tom's a young filmmaker who's decided to turn my 24 Hour Comic, Jump, into a short film. Good luck, Tom!
See? You never know.
Carey is Cosmetology Programmin' full steam ahead. If she were here, she'd remind me that it's not really a competition, but between you and me, she's beating all those other skeezers hands down.
Every day it's a new hair color chart or shears kit or a cellphone pic message demonstrating her latest opus. She in it to win it and I couldn't be prouder.
One of these days I'll even let her do my hair.
Keep forgetting to link to this, but Jewett has his own column over at The Comics Review. Can you believe that guy? When exactly is he going to quit being one of the cool kids?
Finally, Mom just won't quit speechifyin'. Fortunately, nobody told her that it's okay to re-use material, so she wrote an original one for last week's talk with a women's group affiliated with The Church in the Falls and posted it to her journal.
Go read.
(Oh, and it's old news by now, but here's an old story on her speech at Kent State, too.)
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