After hanging out with everyone and celebrating the life of Mark Trent, I was thinking about when I did interact with him. I remember when he first auditioned for a jobsite production. He read a monologue from Breathing Oblivion. He did a great job, even if he sexualized it a little more than intended. He got the part by the way. He was in three out of the four productions Shawn and I have penned together. I feel honored, privileged and lucky to have had him star in two of them. If the shows are ever produced again, no one will be Jude or Stinky quite like Mark was.

I just found out a friend of mine passed away. I didn’t know him well, but I still considered him a friend. He starred in two of the plays I co-wrote with spprs. He was a good actor, a nice man, and someone I wish I’d known better.

We’ll miss you Mark.

I’ve got to write. I don’t know why. The last few times spprs and I got together I might as well have been the doorstop since that’s about how much I contributed. Today though, I just wish I wasn’t at work. I’ve got too much shit to do to sit with the outline and try to bang something out. So, this will have to do…oh, and my little comment over on maladr1n’s livejournal.

Is it a good think that I’m the top result when you search google for “incompetent bufoon”?

I never really understood the appeal of a company holiday party…until now. As a person who doesn’t drink too much, it was incredibly amusing to watch the rest of my co-workers get pissed to the point of word slurring. All in all a good time…though I question the dancing to a song about a massacre…I have to say it was odd to watch the crowd flail around to U2’s “Sunday Bloody Sunday…now I’m still wondering why there are poinsettia all over the office, a Christmas tree on the receptionists desk, I think there’s a wreath on the door too, and I have yet to see any sign of Hannukah