OK. So, here's my first post of what will probably turn out to be the most random, unorganized group of thoughts to appear on the web...an absolute reflection of the state of the mind from whence they come.
Why anyone would want to come and read anything I write is beyond me. But, I guess there are some of you out there with way too much time on your hands.
In case you're wondering about the origins of this blog's title, I just finished a stint as (among other things) the cheese grater in the Port Tobacco Players' production of Disney's Beauty & the Beast. That has been my chief persona for the last month (not counting the rehearsal time leading up to the run). People just say, "Oh, he's that guy that wandered around on stage wearing that big silver pyramid with its top lopped off!"
Living my life as a cheese grater for the last four weeks has really opened my eyes to the plight of these poor, helpless instruments. Instruments, I might add, that make our lives so complete! Why, without cheese graters, how could there be any grated cheese?! And you know what no grated cheese means, don't you?! No pizza. No 7-layer dip. No taco salad. I could go on; but, you get the point.
Monday, December 15, 2008
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