Rock over, London - rock on, Chicago. RIP Wesley Willis.

Quick updates on previous posts, and other odds and ends:

Don Novello won't be running in the recall after all - some paperwork snafu. As Father Guido (or Artie Lange) might say, "Disgraziade!"

Even after I crashed and burned in my Sweeney Todd audition, I was asked to be in the show's ensemble. I had to decline because of my loaded schedule of classes, which conflicted greatly with their rehearsal schedule. A shame, because I've grown to love that show - I'll be interested to see it when it opens in late October.

I didn't get cast in that sketch comedy thang for the Fringe festival. So it goes. Lesson learned: if I try out for something like that again, I'll be sure to bite the bullet and take improv classes beforehand.

G and I just passed the 8-month milestone this week. Not a big deal for the majority of the world, but a longevity record for the both of us. We're both still very happy. I can only reiterate that I'm so lucky to have someone in my life so intelligent, beautiful, generous and caring. And that my family and friends unanimously like her a lot.

Just had my first singing class at CCSF tonight. I like the approach - seems very holistic, even blending in some tai chi, qi gung and yoga. My first Java class is Saturday morning. It's such a funny feeling to be back on a college campus, taking classes. Reminded me of when I landed on the Santa Cruz campus 13 years ago (awwwwwwwwwwww fuck that's a long time ago), looking for buildings, feeling my way around, only this time I'm a not-so-spry dude of 31. It's funny - a recurring pattern in my dreams of recent years has been going back to school, even back to high school, which is really weird. (I have no current plans to go back to Redwood High to brush up on home economics.) I don't know how to parse the meaning exactly, but it's been a kick in the pants to know that I'm renewing my commitment to growth and learning this autumn. Though I may change my mind when I'm hip-deep in everything in a few weeks.

My pal Mark B. was in L.A. last weekend, dining at the fantastic Brent's Deli in Northridge, when he spotted the bane of my existence eating some fatty deli grub. Who is this human skunk of whom I speak? Only the Subway-shilling whore named Jared Fogle. Because of Jared, Henry Clay Henry and his zombie mob of neo-Lawrence Welk singers, and Tweedleherman and Tweedlesherman at the family reunion, I can't help but feel a wee bit self-conscious when I have to walk my flabulous self into Subway (only because there isn't a Togo's or Quizno's nearby) and get one of their bland rolls filled with sky-high-sodium-laden processed "meat" and "cheese." Why oh why couldn't Mark or anyone else at Brent's have had a digital camera on hand to capture Jared binging on the greatest uber-schmaltzy fare of the Valley's chosen people? Next time, Fogle, next time. (Drat and double drat!)

One thing that makes me happy about the recall: it looks like a certain Donald A. Novello from Marin County has registered as a Democratic candidate for governor. If it's the Don Novello from Marin that I think it is, I can now vote for Father Guido Sarducci and Lazlo Toth with a single punch of the ballot. Fuckin' hilairous.

I auditioned today for a sketch comedy thing happening in the S.F. Fringe Festival next month. My pal Doug, who stage managed Julius Caesar, is stage managing this production, and he tipped me off to it. I think I did OK with the cold reads, but we also had to do a wee bit of improv. In certain ways, I can improvise and ad-lib well. When it comes to long-form improv, though - "Someone, throw out a location and an occupation, let the chuckle monkeys do spontaneous ha ha all over the place!" - my skills are ass. You've never experienced true Camus-dragging-on-an-unfiltered-Euro-cancer-stick existential despair until you've spent a minute trying to improv. I would rather have someone administer a crushed-glass enema to me than make me improv. That said, I do enjoy a good scripted sketch.

In the meantime, I'll still be plenty busy even if I don't get cast. I start singing and Java programming classes at City College in a couple of weeks. I'll also be taking a 6-week v/o class that starts at the same time. I've had to consciously keep myself from doing more than 3 days a week of classes. I'm in a craving-to-pack-my-grey-matter state of mind. If I'm not doing any shows in the fall, I want to hone my craft and learn new skills if I can. Hopefully, I won't be losing my mind in a month's time, dropping classes like mobsters in the East River and returning to a sedentary/flatline-EEG lifestyle.

Wonderful - the cocksucker who started this whole recall debacle isn't running after all. Fuckin' car-thieving heat-packing douchebag. He needs to be exiled to South Dakota.

I don't know about you, but I'll be casting my vote for California governor for Arnold.

Arnold Jackson-Drummond, of course.

What, is there another Arnold running?

Coleman '03 - They'll have theirs, you'll have yours, and I'll have mine, and together we'll be fine!

Presenting the latest nomination for Most Insane Search Terms That Led To My Blog:

can a christian be chemically imbalanced

Answer: Yes, absolutely - especially if they're involved in anything called a "prayer offensive".