quick check in

Sorry about my lack of posting...my laptop isn't very healthy, and I haven't had much time to get on other people's computers. I really should be in bed now, but I thought I should at least let people know that I"m alive.

I'm in Chicago, and I'll have more stories to put up. I've decided that the pictures must wait until I get my new laptop, which should be in a couple of weeks. But StefStar should have a bunch of things to put up, including a picture of me. So you can see what I look like. Exciting, no?

Time for bed. More soon.

le grand week-end

Nothing profound to say, except that I've had a wonderful weekend in Denver and I don't want it to end. Saw some old friends, watched a play with some of the best acting I've seen in my life with my own eyes, and met some truly spectacular people. You want to hold on to moments like these.

But, alas, Steffie and I must hit the road once again. Nebraska t'm'row, and then Chicago for the better part of next week. Any suggestions for things I should do in the Windy City?

Wednesday

Yesterday was a crazy day, people. To recap:

I woke up really early because I couldn't sleep - probably too disturbed by that episode of "Cheaters" that I watched the night before. Or the fact that my bank account is seriously out of whack.

StefStar and I took Ziggy The Wonder Dog to the beach, where she promptly aggravated the elbow that's been bothering her. We had to get the car to bring her back. (She's ok, don't worry.)

Drove through Nevada all day. Have you ever driven through Nevada? Let me save you some time...don't. There's nothing to see there. Once you get past Reno, it's all over. I was the hit of a Subway in Wannamucca, though.

Driving through eastern Utah (another wasteland, except there the ground is white - literally) we noticed that there were some white dots on the windshield. We just figured that they were flecks of salt that were being thrown up. But it got worse and worse, and they just made streaks on the windshield when I tried to get them off with washer fluid. To make matters even worse, it was getting dark, and the lights from oncoming drivers - which were getting more and more numerous as we approached Salt Lake City - were making it even harder to see. I basically had zero visibility, and no way to get off the highway. I had to follow the lights of cars - that was the only way I could stay on the road.

So Stef and I finally get to a gas station just outside of Park City. I search all over the place, finally find a squeege with wiper fluid, and head to the windshield. And what do I find? Apparently, we drove through a HUGE colony of INSECTS! There were literally thousands of little bug remains all over the windshield...and the side mirrors...and the grill...and the bumper. From a distance, it looked like mud, but you could see the grossness up close. We took a couple of pictures, so you might get to see it, if you can stomach it.

Went to a couple of different places looking for food. Found the only spot that was still serving dinner at 10pm. Inside we heard the worst laugh you've ever heard - high-pitched and obnoxious. The staff said that the guy usually clears a place out pretty quickly. We decided to get a second beer there only after the guy left. The laugh is actually on tape - we're gonna try to get that up on one of our blogs, too.

Just as we were getting ready to leave, a semi-drunk realtor starting talking to us - getting our story, etc. He was trying to convince us to come to some "industry" party. We went, and had an awesome time. Our waitress from the restaurant - who I discovered was (a) training for the Olympics and (b) extremely cute - brought us over a few drinks. So we hung out with the realtor and the waitress/athlete and a golf pro, who was one of the nicest guys I've ever met. And it was awesome. We staggered back to the hotel at 1am. Totally random.

Oh yeah, I even saw a black guy at the party. Who would have thought?

So that was the day. Good times, no? We're headed to Denver in a couple of hours, and we'll be there for the weekend. Since we'll be in one place for a few days, hopefully we can figure out all the tech stuff and post some pics. Right now, though, I've got to go. "Good Morning Utah" is on, and it seems like a seminal moment in television history - they're discussing how Britney puts her baby car seat in incorrectly! I love Utah.

"Tahoe, bitches"

That's right. StefStar and I pulled up in this piece a couple of hours ago - good times. We're staying at this phat resort two blocks from the beach. Internet access hasn't been so great the last couple of days; hence, my absence. In fact, I'm writing this in the hotel lobby - Stef and I are sitting across from each other on our laptops, enjoying the free wireless.

Pictures will be forthcoming. We're documenting our travels as well as we can. Unfortunately, the digital camera I borrowed eats up batteries pretty quick, so I've got to buy some more. No pictures of Sleepy Hamlet for you. ;-)

Pretty exhausted, so I'm done for now. More t'm'row from Park City, UT - we decided that SLC may not be the best place for us...

mmmm...airport floor...

Paying $6.95 for the privilege of logging on to the internet on the floor at Chicago's Midway airport. Couldn't they at least hook up a computer lounge or something? It's the 21st century, after all...

Crazy night last night with the grad school peeps. Hadn't seen some of them in four years, and we certainly made up for lost time. I got to bed at 6:20am, and woke up (late) at 9. So I'm in fine shape today.

The trip has begun! I'll try to post daily updates, starting t'm'row. It will all depend on e-mail access. And, if you're really nice to me, I'll throw up a fun pic or two. Happy Mother's Day!

The Rover

That's what you can call me from now on. I mean, I'm not gonna be bitter if you keep calling me "K Lance", or (if you happen to know it) my real name when you e-mail me. But that's my new public face.

I think it works quite well, actually. Theatrical origins - a couple of famous classical characters go by that name. Of course, the description also matches my nomadic lifestyle. And it does give me a dash of mystery, no?

Thanks to all who made suggestions. Your time, effort, and sarcasm is appreciated.

the end of "k lance"; the beginning of my trip

The blog is continuing, but the name will be changing, for reasons too numerous to list on here. I will say that being back in NYC feels like a kind of rebirth for me, like I'm beginning my life all over again. I'm normally an optimistic person, but I feel even more so these days. And I'm really excited for what the future will hold.

Anyway.

The cross-country trip begins on Sunday! One of my roommates has kindly agreed to lend me her digital camera, so you will see glorious pictures of my trip across America. Well, you'll see them as long as we stay in places that have internet access. It's gonna be really exciting. We've almost got the itinerary finalized - it will probably look something like this:

Sleepy Hamlet
Lake Tahoe
Salt Lake City
Denver
Nebraska
Chicago
Detroit
Toronto/Stratford
Martha's Vineyard
NYC

Good times, no? In my dream trek across America, I'd probably take a more Southern route, going through Phoenix and Texas and New Orleans and Atlanta, but methinks my bank account doth protest too much. Plus this route allows me to fish for a few jobs. And jobs are what we're all about here at F&G. Well, that and the nookie.

Off to find a suit for the Wedding of the Century.

good news/bad news

I'm sitting here waiting for a phone call that contains the bad news. I'm going to hold off speaking of it until I get all of the details. It's nothing catastrophic, but it's not real good, either.

Good news refers to something that I alluded to a couple of weeks ago. I am officially a resident of Brooklyn. One of my friends (a former sublettor AND ex-girlfriend - how's that for a double?) is moving back down South and is giving me her one-bedroom apartment. It's in a cool part of the BK, and it's fairly cheap (meaning that I'm paying less than a grand). I'm going to have a roommate for a few months, and then it's all mine. When I'm not out of town and subletting it to someone else, that is.

What does this mean to my plans to move to LA? Um...good question. I still haven't figured that one out yet. I jumped at this opportunity because it doesn't come along very often. I guess that a fall move is still possible, but, like I said before, nothing more than four weeks out is certain.

I just needed a home, you know? A place to send my mail to, a place where all of my stuff can be, the place I know I can retire to when I finish a gig and not have to worry about disturbing somebody else. I think I'm most excited to get all of my books set up there. They've been packed away in the family basement for so long, and every time I go back to the 'burgh I have to dig through boxes and boxes of stuff before I can find what I'm looking for. No more!

Back to watching the phone, waiting for it to ring.

i heart stephen colbert

Have any of you ever watched "The Colbert Report"? (That final "t" is silent - pronounced "kol-bear re-poor".) Funny as hell. And now comes news of his blistering satire of the President on Saturday night. Normally, that wouldn't be too interesting - who doesn't make fun of the President? - except for the fact that he did it right in front of his face!

You've really got to see it to believe it. (There's a transcript here. You can also find a version of the video on YouTube.)

And then, if you like what you saw, go here to give Mr. Colbert some props.

you remind me...

I almost felt like I had a 9-to-5 today - spent a lot of the day on the computer, working on career stuff. Granted, I spent a lot of time trying to find a suitable sublet, but that kind of feels like work, too. Hopefully I can get all of this stuff settled in the next day or two, and then I can resume my "carefree life", ha ha.

I've been having very weird feelings the last couple of days. The room I'm subletting belongs to my X, who I haven't seen in almost six months. It's very strange being reminded of her 24/7. We lived together for a while, so it's not a totally foreign site to see her stuff hanging next to mine in the closet...but that last happened a couple of years ago.

I guess I'm feeling a loss of what was, if that makes any sense. I miss the time when things were good. That isn't to say that I want to be in that relationship again. But there are times where I really miss being in love with her.

I won't see her until June, and at that point, hopefully, we can kind of clear the air between us and see what our relationship is going to be in the future - friends, lovers, both, neither. I honestly have no idea. I've changed a lot...but so has she. I don't really have any expectations, and as a result I'm actually kind of excited to see what happens.

I think I need to start dinner. I'm trying not to spend any more money than necessary, since I'm living on the dole until my next acting job, but I kind of want some salmon. Looks like I may be making a trip to the local fish market. I love living in the city.