Nothing Important

OK, so I haven't been so good about keeping up my blog. Blame it on Massachusetts. Once the play ended, I went straight into FY '07 budget mode. As we speak, the House has recessed from budget debates so many of them can attend calling hours for Constance Scaccia, Rep. Angelo Scaccia's mother. So, I have a bit of free time until tomorrow morning.

Problem is, I have no deep thoughts or humorous tidbits to writa about. No worries; I'll just write about something unimportant. Friends will be delighted to know that my new celebrity crush is of age. Unlike the nearly legal Rupert Grint and the barely legal Emile Hirsch, my latest obsession for 30-year-old Kal Penn is perfectly respectable. I was smitten the instant I saw his tour de force performance in Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle.

It does bring up a deep question though ... what is my attraction to the young boys? Is it their hairless chests and jaw lines? Is it their relative inexperience, which then makes my 20 years of activity seem somehow cosmopolitan? Or perhaps it's just in my blood? After all, my dad is younger than my mom, my grandpa was younger than my Nana, and her current life partner, for whom my daughter was named, is 20 years her junior. Over the years, I've come to chalk-up my eccentricities more to nature than to nurture. Is this my fatal flaw? Well, there are worse ways to go.

Speaking of which, let's talk about sex offender registries. Last week, a young man killed two men from the list after finding their addresses on Maine's database. The Supreme Court says that one's inclusion on a sex offender registry is not an additional punishment for a single crime, and therefore, not a violation of the Fifth Amendment's Double Jeopardy Clause. Seems that these shootings prove otherwise. What is the registry if not a license to hunt? Some will argue that it is a safety mechanism. How? Does knowing a convicted sex offender lives in your community make you safer? Of course not. It's the ILLUSION of safety. Even if knowing this convinces you to keep your child away from the noted person or to move to a different community, logic certainly does not follow that there are not other as-yet-undetected sex offenders living next door, teaching at your child's school, coaching your child's little league team, or taking your child's confession for Christ's sake. Hell, who's to say a dangerous molester isn't living under your very roof. Statistically, these are the people most likely to harm your child. So, my lesson for the day ... TALK TO STRANGERS!!

Enough seriouslness for today. Let's end with a funny little timewaster. Don't you wish you had lager breasts? Check them all out for a laugh.

I think I see Jesus - this ecstacy is really kickin' in.

This video is way to long (and Guinea is misspelled), but I couldn't turn away. Besides, the music is fantastic. Now, I'm not one for the club scene, but I see these guys in my neighborhood on their way home in the morning, so I know this kid hits the mark. Here's my concern ... did this kid do it on his own? Is he imitating someone? Or is it a well-coached parody? I'll assume it's the latter, but hope that the bit about his armpits smelling like garlic was an inspired adlib.

I'm up. I'm awake. What happened?

It's true, I've been sleep-walking (and incidentally, sleep-working, sleep-partying, etc.), even without the use or abuse of Ambien, for the past several days, largely related to my involvement in the five performances of NEMPAC's Don't Be Afraid of the Dark over three days. While I am sad to see it end, which means I no longer have a weekly excuse to leave my daughter with my husband and hang out with my friends for a couple hours, I was quite happy to sleep 13 hours last night and awaken this morning feeling human again. Still, I am anxious for our cast party (date, time, location TBA). So, to ease my anxiety, I will just watch this video over and over. Perhaps it will work for you too.

Anyone who knows me is likely sick of hearing about my play. (I guess it's not technically MY play, but I am the director and I have a small acting role in it) Well, I'm a little sick of talking about it too. C'est la vie. There is one sure fire way to make me shut up about it - get your tickets and go to the show.

So, let's make that happen. Tickets are $10 each. and all proceeds go to the North End Music and Performing Arts Center, which delivers quality musical instruction and programs to children and adults in and out of the neighborhood. There are 5 performances at the Improv Asylum, where a bartender will be available to satisfy your alcohol needs:

Sunday at 2pm (sold out)
Sunday at 7pm
Monday at 7pm
Monday at 9:30pm
Tuesday at 7pm



The Improv Asylum is right on Hanover Street in the North End, and parking is available at a wide variety of lots in the neighborhood: http://www.northendboston.com/parking-garages.htm

Improv Asylum: http://www.improvasylum.com/home/dinner-parking--directions-overview?id=12

The Asylum validates parking here:http://www.improvasylum.com/home/dinner-parking--directions-overview?id=13

IMPORTANT: There are only 100 seats per show. If you’re coming, please decide and tell me by Friday at the latest. I will need to collect your money at that time.

Hope to see you there.

Lauren Nelson
617-359-1430

Discovered the perfect name in this video. If only choosing baby names was this easy; perhaps we wouldn’t have so many Kaelyns and Jacks.