JayMick

My entire home is now hazy and I'm surprised/slightly worried that the smoke alarm didn't go off, but I wanted a steak and now I'm eating one. (Note to self: next time, just buy the heat-and-eat prime rib.)

One more show and then I'm through the opening-week slog and get to collapse for a day.

Giant fuck-off cold sore threatening to emerge just in time for opening night. Fun.

There's a vaccine for chickenpox now. Also, due in no small part to advances in packaging, supermarkets carry a much wider variety of produce than when I was a kid.

If I do not burst into stress tears in the next hour I will consider that a victory.

"From where I stand, it was not stressful, because I’m doing this as a volunteer, and if I get hit by a bus, then it will be someone else’s problem." I think I might need to adopt this mindset.

Should I be worried that the pipes above my desk keep making noises like a boiling electric kettle?

Your library card is the most priceless card you will ever own.

Got a look at some press photos for this show I'm working on...sweet mother of ceramides, you'd think I'd never moisturized in my life.

Never in 30-ish years of acting have I gone up on a line as hard as I did today. The words were gone, the thought was gone, the direction the scene needed to go, total mental whiteout conditions. Thank fuck we don't have an audience yet.

How can it possibly be this fucking hard to schedule a CT scan when I have "good" insurance and live in the third largest city in the fucking country?

Thank you, random gym bro in a Hummer, for checking on me while I was paused to watch the dude acting oddly near the passthrough at the edge of the parking lot. (Dude turned out to be slightly lost.)

If you try to fly a Chicago flag upside down to signal distress it just looks like a normal Chicago flag, which raises the possibility that every Chicago flag you've ever seen was flying upside down to signal distress

I am starting to think that I might need to stop doing theatre for a while.

You know what does wonders to counteract vertigo? A brief moment of abject terror!

The comments are eggcellent.

My kid has started a Letterboxd list called Killer Sweaters for films where the killer wears a great sweater and they've asked me to throw it out to Bluesky for more because "that's the kind of thing those weirdos like to do"

I did not expect to spend nearly an hour scheduling a damn doctor's appointment.

Rarely have I been as grateful for a plain old Monday as I am today.

Absolutely gorgeous outside. Perfect day for...a 10 out of 11.

I have no idea why this tickles me so much, but it has everything to do with ... No. I'll not say more. I'll let y'all discover it on your own.

Just saw a pedicab go by with a Pomeranian as the only passenger. Presumably the driver's, but one could imagine stories.

This is a better epilogue to my January story about the private equity firm profiting off of ICE's cruelest flights than I could have ever possibly hoped for. CHICAGO: You went to the mat and protected (at a minimum!) thousands of immigrants from torture. Take a bow. prospect.org/2026/10/02/i...

Yall wanna see a 2 hour old highland cow

I only recently learned that industrial musicals were ever a thing. Imagine what else theatre history class didn't have time to cover in two semesters....

IT'S FAT BEAR WEEK!

Nice campaign by the Norwegian Consumer Council about the declining lifespan of products. Enjoy!

“The youngest surviving chick from the berry-fuelled bacchanalia has reached 150 days old…this fuck season has officially brought 90 kākāpō into the world.” Brilliant from @haydendonnell.bsky.social as always 💚🦜 thespinoff.co.nz/science/08-0...?

Sweet mother of pearl, what the actual fuck was this day?

Sent a difficult email and now I have a very specific headache. Must have been tensing a particular chain of muscles while typing.

me omw to get some mf good CHEESE

I don't want to clean the shower, but I'm running out of other chores to procrastinate with.

I managed to pull myself out of a frustration spiral at rehearsal tonight. So that's something.

Accidentally bought whole beans instead of ground coffee for the office. Have now pushed my poor little grinder to its limit going through an entire 18-oz bag. Sorry, grinder.

I am perpetually crashing out about work and/or school because of this. I have found this tumblr post a useful encapsulation of Living in These Times:

Is there a deity/patron saint of scheduling? I need to make an offering to them. Argh.