I am a Broadway Boobie

I never cease to be amazed by my friends. Two years ago, my dear friend Kara asked me to walk with her in the Race for the Cure. It was such a great time, and it was very low-key(well, I guess low-key is the wrong term seeing that there are thousands of people there!). There were three of us total, and it was more of a way to go and honor her mother, who has passed from breast cancer.

This year she put together a team. Through hard work and perseverance, Team Broadway Boobies has raised almost $10,000!!!!!!

The day was very inspiring, and will stay with me forever. Right before we started the "race" TV's Judge Judy said, "One day we will just have to come and put some art on these streets. We won't have to race for a cure, because we will beat breast cancer." Seeing all of those people there, I know that this will be a reality. We will find a cure.

If you haven't done so, please donate ten or twenty dollars. Or even five. It all adds up: http://www.komennyc.org/site/TR/Race/race2008-wide?px=1667169&pg=personal&fr_id=1150.

And for your viewing pleasure!:

Excuse the Cryptic Blog...

Tonight, Team Broadway Boobies made over 2,000 dollars. It was one of those very satisfying evenings in which you see so much good happen.

Any type of cancer research is held near and dear to my heart, and if you would like to help out even a little please go here (yes you can see that I have personally raised $0.)

And here lies the cryptic message:

You asked me the question and hit the head on the nail. The answer is 'wiser.' I think that Pandora's Box has been open and there is so much and so little for me to answer to that question now. Thanks, R!.

For those who have no idea what I am speaking about, watch this:





Still one of my favorites...

Hanging Out

Today is one of my favorite types of day: It's raining and I am just hanging out at home. I cleaned out my manpurse while watching TV. I caught up on The Daily Show, The Soup, What Not To Wear, multiple Food Network Shows, and watched an Eddie Izzard DVD. Tomorrow I have to work all day at a street fair for work, so I really like doing nothing.

The following is one of my favorite clips of what I watched today:

Confession #2

My name is Dennis, and I am a TV junkie. I know, some of you are saying "tisk-tisk," but really TV has been such a huge part of shaping me. TV is just not The Hills and Denise Richards Colon It's Complicated. There's The Food Network, which has attributed to an extra skill that I have fostered. There's shows like So You Think You Can Dance and Project Runway that propels very talented people to greater heights than they would have without the spotlight that they have received from these platforms. (Speaking of platforms, I ran to the TV last night, not only because I could not wait to see the greatness that was going to unfold, but also because our 17 year-old high school intern reminded me time and time again that I needed to. How wonderful to see someone so young be so excited by politics!)

So think what you must about my problem, but I just spent the night laughing with Joel McHale, wanting to yell at the TV with and at Bill Maher, and I have a full morning with the food network coming up. W00t fall TV!

No Way. No How. No McCain.

Hillary hit a home run tonight.
That's all I have to say.

A Confession

Hello my name is Dennis and I have a fear of doctors.

Not really a fear of doctors, but a fear of being yelled at by them because I haven't been to one in years. I tried once about two years ago when I had a cold, and it went really badly, and even though I changed my primary care physician years ago I still haven't gone.

I think it stems back to a time long ago when I went to that glorious of all Catholic rituals: Confession.

I was nine and it was the Christmas season. I grew up in a very old-school church in McKeesport, PA. The church is very marble-y and cold in my memories of it. I remember being told things like "I don't help Sunday school kids, I only help everyday school kids," from a nun who misunderstood some of the teachings of Jesus.

It was very important that we take confession before the holiday, and I was especially horrified because it had been about 5 months since I had last stepped foot into the room. The room was not a room per se, but a closet with enough room to kneel down and a tiny little light behind a tiny little vent with probably no purpose at all because it was almost at floor level.

Being so scared I blanked on my Act of Contrition and had to start over. It felt like an eternity and when it was all over I was scolded for waiting five months to come to confession. I had so much to confess you see, as I had committed murder and adultery in that time, oh wait, actually it was being mean to my brother and looking at "dirty pictures."

My oversensitive soul crumbled at being such an offensive boy and I wanted to cry the whole way home, and then some more. And then even more.

Every time I visit home, I vaguely want to go visit that church that I stopped going to in high school for a church with a lighted confessional and a much more loving atmosphere. It still has quite an effect on me: Even now, I worry that my long absence will get me into trouble.

Today I stood up to the demons of my past and decided to make an appointment with the new doctor's office. I am afraid that I will hear something like "If you came sooner we would not have to remove your head. You are a disgrace."

I at least will keep my head until next Tuesday.

For T

I did not get to say goodbye to a dear friend who just went on tour for a year.

This is for him.

I guess this is goodbye, old pal,
You've been a perfect friend.
I hate to have to part, old pal,
Some day I'll buy you back.
I'll see you soon again.
I hope that when I do,
It won't be on a plate.

(Into the Woods, Stephen Sondheim.)