tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91929656405281254172012-02-16T12:55:57.995-08:00In August of 2010, my wonderful fiance' and I moved to Pittsburgh, PA so that I could enter into that long-idolized mecca of pageantry and staving-off of the real world: Grad School. This blog is the mimeographical representation of my adjusting to the long-forgotten lifestyle of a student and a (hopefully) new frame of mind...Jacob!noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192965640528125417.post-47516423633494211992010-08-18T13:48:00.000-07:002010-08-18T13:48:25.192-07:00

Hey, I heard you missed us, we're back. Stefi & I have been living in Pittsburgh for four entire days now.  Aside from living next to T-Pain (I will try and post a picture if I can be ninja enough to get one ...) and our apartment having been renovated by an army of drunk retard monkeys (MUCH more on that topic later...) things seem to be going...well.  We're mostly unpacked (mostly) and the

Jacob!noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192965640528125417.post-9329623013709793862008-06-30T21:02:00.000-07:002008-06-30T21:03:58.995-07:00

Is that title offensive? I can never tell…. Whilst it chills me to think that the last time I thought to write anything was almost two solid months ago, to dwell on the reasons would only be a waste of time: I have no reasons. Life got in the way of my sometimes weekly updates and it wasn’t until now that I felt compelled enough to actually take fingertips to keyboard once again.

Jacob!noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192965640528125417.post-56971466846483479732008-04-13T21:29:00.000-07:002008-04-13T21:30:18.387-07:00

Nothing Spectacular My friends, it is with an obligated heart that I take up pen once more (well, take up keyboard, let’s be honest). It’s interesting how this season started out with so much sturm & drang in which I had no end of things to say on the matters. My stack of soapboxes knew no number and I could rail with the best of them. Funny how much can actually change in under

Jacob!noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192965640528125417.post-84123451449329381292008-03-12T00:06:00.000-07:002008-03-12T00:07:49.349-07:00

Lately, a lot of little things have been really getting to me. On their own, these tiny things are nothing I couldn’t normally deal with. Together, they are a force to be reckoned with. I had a revelation tonight that in order for me to focus on what’s actually important in my life and not let these little things continue to affect me, I have to get them out of my system. Vent the

Jacob!noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192965640528125417.post-42416513115853735042008-02-26T22:30:00.000-08:002008-02-26T22:41:11.180-08:00

“Science and technology! Men [& women] building things! Putting screwdrivers into things! And adjusting them!” “Outstanding. [Now] all we need's a deck of cards. All right, let's move like we got a purpose.” “That wasn’t so hard.” “… We neutronized it! Do you know what that means? A complete particle reversal …” “And we had the tools! We had the talent!

Jacob!noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192965640528125417.post-4492876234390897562008-01-27T11:16:00.001-08:002008-01-27T11:16:31.105-08:00

One of my major themes during the entirety of this blog has concerned the constant and Rebellion-V-Empire-scale struggle of getting my theatre company to listen to us little people and convincing them that improvements are not always easy but necessary. To try and work into their minds that you may not like some of the ideas we have, but sometimes (especially when we all can agree on

Jacob!noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192965640528125417.post-38857477193672687152008-01-20T23:07:00.001-08:002008-01-20T23:07:58.702-08:00

I haven’t updated this blog in a while. I could go into details as to why, but none of us has time for that. Let’s skip it. It’s not important and all that really matters is that I haven’t completely given up on this thing yet. Yet. Happy New Year. If it is a Happy New Year. Which I doubt. I’ve discovered something: The time to become introspective towards your own

Jacob!noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192965640528125417.post-15910135269493441302007-12-07T21:37:00.000-08:002007-12-10T21:48:55.390-08:00

So, here's a funny story: I wrote this entry almost a week ago and felt CERTAIN I had posted it. I was sure of it. I was so SURE of it, in fact, that when a friend wrote me to ask if I was still trying to blog I pompously replied, "My dear friend, kindly point yourself to my latest posting … here … on my … blog page … Son of a bitch." Gosh, do I have egg on my

Jacob!noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192965640528125417.post-14313623314545106202007-12-07T21:36:00.000-08:002007-12-07T21:41:49.731-08:00

I believe I've stated how I've wanted to make Episode VI of this blog somewhat monumental. Return of the Jedi is, by far and wide, my favorite movie ever. I don't care about bad acting or cheesy lover confrontations on Ewok rope bridges ("Could you tell Luke? Is that who you could tell?!" "I . . . ! ! !"), the film appeals to my Knight in Shining Armor complex yet also inspires in

Jacob!noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192965640528125417.post-12843805727189659192007-12-07T21:35:00.000-08:002007-12-07T21:44:58.916-08:00

This entry doesn't really count because it will be fairly short and because I want Episode VI: Return of the TD to be something a little more . . . monumental. Suffice to say, though, that I had to add a little something this week and though I can't promise to top the image of me racing around my Victorian house in my underwear ala Risky Business; I can add a little something to your

Jacob!noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192965640528125417.post-56084884958776292652007-12-07T21:34:00.000-08:002007-12-07T21:42:41.497-08:00

Funny-haha is me coming home tonight and realizing the house is empty. Now, I live with three other people. Co-workers, to be exact. Sometimes there is more depending on who's staying in the backroom (that's not a euphemism, there really is a backroom . . . ) or in the apartment also in the back of the house. Actually, you might call this place more of a hostel than a house. And

Jacob!noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192965640528125417.post-86351322050743771722007-12-07T21:33:00.000-08:002007-12-07T21:43:01.468-08:00

It's been too long, hasn't it? Updating my blog upon the brink of the weekend after my first Opening Night here in Bristol seems the most logical time to do so. It is, however, not the best of ideas as I'm not in the best of places right now. But as a wiser man than I once said, "What better place than Here? What better time than Now?" . . . I cannot, for the life of me,

Jacob!noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192965640528125417.post-22797276626153032812007-12-07T21:32:00.000-08:002007-12-07T21:43:25.418-08:00

There is entirely too much to post here. I was going to continue my attempts at getting current with all my ideas and writings and thoughts and all that and then post something close to weekly on my progress at ruling Bristol, PA with an iron (yet loving) fist but hey, guess what? I'm knee deep in Load In right now and all of the sudden I care less and less about posting on MySpace.

Jacob!noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192965640528125417.post-26148581774928412007-12-07T21:29:00.000-08:002007-12-07T21:43:49.835-08:00

Written, again, last Thursday evening. I promise I'll start getting current. Be patient, dammit. "Low tech is the best tech." These words were first uttered to me by one my mentors, David Kriebs, during one of my last tech classes but in the day whilst attending Tawes Theatre at the U of MD. Words to live by as a technical director. Why spend time money and

Jacob!noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192965640528125417.post-16493775764620545572007-12-07T21:27:00.000-08:002007-12-07T21:44:06.812-08:00

One of my friends and now ex-co-workers suggested a start a blog here on good `ol MySpace to keep those of you who give a shyte in my loop whilst I am up here in Bristol, PA. Once the laughter died down and I realized she was serious, I actually gave it some thought. In the end, I figured, "Ah, what the hell." Thus, this blog was born. (I began writing this entry the

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