I'm not sure I should be encouraging you, but I am keenly feeling some fault here. You wrote..."Perhaps I should have explained my "act" (as it were) in some way" Which made me realize one of my failings as mime mother, I never told you one of the main rules: "Signage". It can make the difference in whether people will understand that is ok to watch or feel it impolite or even dangerous to stare at an insane person. Also...was there any costuming? It signalizes intent.

Bravo-Determination is always a key to success.

Reading this entry caused me to *sigh* in response to the way it made apparent my own lack of spirit. I'm very pleased the way you dealt with this unfortunate incident Nate. Any plans falling short of a perceived goal crush most people, but you simply used the experience to reassemble your thoughts and be better prepared for your next venture. This gives me a nudge towards formulating some action related to what my mind conceives is a worthy effort. I'm glad I can read your thoughts and have your experiences relayed by your own hand. helps me get through...

Yeah, this doesn't have much to do with the posting, but I thought that you'd find this amusing. This was posted on one of my professor's office door:

"You can't leave footprints in the sands of time if you're sititng on your butt. And who wants to leave buttprints in the sands of time?"

love,

~liz

Good job Husayn - geez! Poor Nathan.

That was probably the best dramatic performance you ever did. I bet it took you two hours to clean the shat off of your upper lip. I know there's more where that came from.

I am very proud of you for taking such a leap of faith in your acting skills. Even though you felt dismayed at the end, with a shat upon face and scratched and stabbed eyes, know that nothing can befall you save that which profitteth you!

Also, I think that being an FAI is a fine skill, akin to nunchuck skills or being the only kid in school with a mustache.

I am proud, my friend.

love,

~liz

Jeez man, I guess I meant it as more of a joke. I didn't think you'd actually do it. But know this- had I been there I would have led a vast and unruly mob in the chant of "Ameobaarghh", and you would have found yourself standing pure and unsullied before an awestruck crowd. Maybe next time!

Oh my God. How awful. In so many ways. Poor Nathan. I wish I could have been there. To wipe the shat and icicles from your tormented eyes.

~Interlude: "baby won't you be my ice, ice cube...won't you be my ice...icle"~

Hang in there. You could always try your hand at a FPDI - Freelance Prairie Dog Impersonator? Or maybe it's just too painful.