WHERE HAS ALL THE TIME GONE?

I cannot believe that it is already nearing the end of October.

It is almost my birthday, it is almost the Ween of the Hallow, I have yet to carve anything resembling a pumpkin and I haven't gone to Central Park to look at the changing leaves.

Whaaaa?!!?

I know.

Next week I will be entering a time period known as "Pseudo-Unemployment." This time period could also be called "Almost Totally Freaking Out" or "Somebody Please Hire Me For Anything" or "The Curse of Every Artist Everywhere Ever."

I have a feeling I will be blogging much more frequently because I will not be sitting in an office all day, but for the sake of us all, let us pray that I find something and that my blogging stays at a normal level.

In other news, I managed to get staple stuck in my middle finger today. That did not feel good.

And in other news besides that, I got to go to the opening night of Memphis last night on Broadway and had a smashing time. More on that when I have a brain that functions.

I am tuckered out and am going to hit the hay.

MOVIE REVIEWZ FOR YOUZ.

The past two weekends have been cold and chilly, so naturally I have had an unshakable desire to go to the movies almost every night.

Last weekend I saw "Whip It." This past Saturday night I saw "Where the Wild Things Are."

Brief "Whip It" review: They whipped it good.

I thought it was extremely endearing, some truly funny moments, packed with lots of girl gusto, cliches did appear, but in general I really liked it. Jimmy Fallon and Andrew Wilson definitely were two of the highlights of the film. Who doesn't like Jimmy Fallon? I dare you to step up because the guy is solid gold. And Andrew Wilson made me pee my pants.

Brief "Where the Wild Things Are" review: Mehhhh.

The first 20 minutes of the movie are fantastic. The last 10 minutes of the movie are fantastic. The rest? I could do without. I almost fell asleep a few times, I thought it was a little lame, and I didn't feel very emotionally connected to those little/big guys. The kid that played Max? Fierce.

Tomorrow night I will be sitting in the Shubert Theatre for the opening night performance of Memphis. I am so completely excited to go with my dear friend, Miz Millah, who has worked so hard on this production behind the scenes. It truly is an incredible show, so buy your tickets because this thing is going to explode!

AN OPEN LETTER OR P'SCUZE YOU.

Dear Mr. Man Sitting Next To Me On The Crowded 6 Train Going Downtown Today:

I felt very lucky to have a seat on the train heading home from work, seeing as it was crowded and crazy and I was totally pooped after a long night last night and work today. You, my fellow passenger, seemed like a normal looking, sleepy middle aged man who happened to be taking a nap during your commute home. You weren't going to be loud because you were asleep, you weren't wearing headphones with explosive sounds rocketing out of them into my personal ear space, and you weren't eating some sort of crazy a** burrito that smelled like dead dogs. Three points for you; we were off to a strong start.

However, looks and sounds can be deceiving and your excellent beginning quickly took a turn for the worst (and cost me my seat). I know this all too well after realizing that in your state of total and utter relaxation, your rear was taking full advantage of your slumbering condition and silently releasing loads and loads of toxic air - a continuous stream, I would say - that was asphyxiating.

To put it bluntly: dude, you were ripping nostril burning farts the entire train ride almost in perfect rhythm with your breathing and you didn't even flinch.

I hope you're doing okay, I really do, because something was obviously wrong with your inner tubings. Maybe earlier you ate the burrito that smelled like dead dogs and hence the dead dogs you let come out of you at 4:00pm with uninterrupted gusto. Regardless, save that release for a private space, preferably one that has excellent ventilation and one that doesn't have me in it.

Thank you for your time.

Sincerely,

Me

ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

I was up later than normal last night with band practice at my apartment and tonight we have a show. We don't go on until 10 something and we're playing in Brooklyn, which means I probably won't get home until around 1am and then I have to get up and go to work.

I am going to be POOPED by the end of the day on Friday. But, as the chorus line folks (sorta) say, it is what we do for love.

And, I am worried about Amy Winehouse because apparently she had her ta-tas touched up and then decided to go sing, like the next day. Not smart, Wine-Wine.

PLEASE watch this video. It is beyond. At one point they cut away because Amy starts lifting up her skirt, she can't remember the "choreography" and apparently she is the girl's godmother?!! And, the hug at the end is obviously because Amy needs something to keep her upright. The new boobs are making her top heavy.

There are moments where I don't think she knows where she is.

I want that red outfit the female dancer is wearing. What IS that thing?!

THE HEAT IS ON.

No, really! My heat is on!

It is getting way chilly in New York and the season has officially started because today, I busted out my favorite fall piece of clothing:

My giant, blaze orange L.L.Bean hunting vest.

It is like, so totally my fave. I have had this puppy since my collegiate Maine days, it is so warm, so comfy, and I will never, ever get hit by a car or shot when I'm in it. And, if I do, the person who shoots or hits me will be so moronic that I will millions in the law suit...providing I am alive post hit/shooting.

In weather like this, I enjoy snuggling in my bed, reading, drinking copious amounts of warm liquids, and listening to soothing tunes by Chet Baker, Judy Garland, and Boyz II Men.

Kidding about the Boyz II Men.

Sorta. But, the dudes really did have some good numbers that most definitely provided me with some amazing slow dances in the 6th grade. They are the soundtrack to my middle school loves.

Um...just googled them to see what they were up to and apparently they have a new album coming out in November?! Who knew!

The temps may be dropping, but life is as hot as ever and my band, Rooftops, has a show on Thursday. The fellers were over tonight getting ready and we're going to have a great time playing and singing and whooping it up in a few days. More details on the show to come soon...

In the mean time, I hope you are all staying warm and dry. I hear there are some serious rain storms about to hit the Yay Area! Watch out!

I have to go find my gloves. I don't remember where I put them back in March...

INTRODUCING YOUR HOST.

Miss Molly Anne Coogan.

That's right folks, I'm coming out.

This blog is about to get a whole lot more interactive, so get ready to have some fun.

And what better way to start us off on this glorious day of reveals than to let you see me in my underwear. Or, rather, various forms of ridiculousness in a short episode I wrote, produced, and acted in for the web-TV (or, as the kids are calling them "webisodes") series Hot Mess.

Please check it out. I hope you like it. More like, I hope you aren't terrified by it (aka me).

Hot Mess: Episode 6 "Crack Castle" from Hot Mess - A Webseries on Vimeo.

HUAGE REVEAL TOMORROW.

People get ready.

A change is gonna come on le blog tomorrow and I want you all to be here for it.

Stay tuned and get ready for something great to bring you into the weekend.

Love,

The New Kid