I think I may have run out of things to say about not having anything to say.
I am forcing myself not to backspace and erase that, as I did to at least three other possible leads. I’m thinking at least one of those leads was better than what I went with, but of course now I can’t remember any of them.
Using a few random pictures seemed to work yesterday. I wonder if I could get away with it two days in a row.
He’s telling me what to say, and I’m thinking he’s full of beans.
This picture is from the Ilion Little Theatre production of Harvey in 2012. Steven played Dr. Chumley. I was Veda. Perhaps longtime readers remember when this blog was All Harvey All The Time.
My character is drinking wine, but it is not real wine in the glass, a source of much disappointment to me.
This is a more recent stage appearance: Splitting Issues last October. I believe I also wrote a couple of blog posts about that.
In jail, where some believe we belong (you know who you are).
I don’t have another theatre picture of Steven and me together, so I will show a picture of me in costume with Steven. This was a Haunted Tour of Herkimer’s Historic Four Corners. I reprised my role (wait a minute; my computer thinks “reprised” is not a word, but apparently “reprise” is. Oh, I can’t worry about that now) of Roxalana Druse, who was hanged behind the 1834 Jail. I don’t think I did a blog post about that event (the haunted tour, not the hanging, although I never wrote about the hanging either). How remiss of me.
So this is my Non-Sequitur Thursday post for the week. I think I’ve jumped around enough to qualify. If only I could think of a catchy headline, I could head to my Steel Magnolias rehearsal content.
