Thursday, December 18, 2014

On the Eighteenth DaY of TiZmas



On the Eighteenth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

The Eighteen Books I've read this year...*

What to Do When It's Your Turn - Seth Godin

Mozart in the Jungle - Blair Tindall

Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal - Jeanette Winterson

The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt

Garlic and Sapphires - Ruth Reichl

Hope: A Tragedy - Shalom Auslander

The Hours - Michael Cunningham

The English Patient - Michael Ondaatje

The Corrections - Jonathan Franzen

Freedom - Jonathan Franzen

GarageBand for Dummies - Bob LeVitus

Fin & Lady: A Novel - Cathleen Schine

The Bluest Eye - Toni Morrison

100 Essays I Don't Have Time to Write: On Umbrellas and Sword Fights, Parades and Dogs, Fire Alarms, Children, and Theater - Sarah Ruhl

Swim - Jennifer Weiner

Secrets of a Fashion Therapist - Betty Halbreich

This Book Will Save Your Life - A.M. Homes

The Secret History - Donna Tartt


13 were fiction.  This is very hopeful.




*I did NOT read Les Miserables







Wednesday, December 17, 2014

On the Seventeenth DaY of TiZmas


On the Seventeenth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...


There are a series of exercises I have to do for about 20 minutes every day just for me to walk out into the world properly.

I am grateful but I find them a pain in the ass.

I am grateful because the alternative is literally pain in my ass.

I am literally upset that the word literally no longer just means literally.  Literally.

I have been pretty pain-free for almost a month now.

I will soon graduate from PT.


I went to a reading the other day and was upset by someone dissing my show...without having seen it.

I was surprised by my anger.  It should be a day job at this point, but it isn't.  It's Les MiZ.

I've never stayed with a production past the year mark.

This could get interesting.

Sometimes I say terrible things to BaX but with a smile on my face and a lilt in my voice just to see his tail wag.

The disparity of the two provides hilarity...for me

I'm pretty sure disparity is not the word but it rhymes with hilarity so blow me.

I watched all three seasons of GIRLS in a little over a week.

Can you tell last week was a freaking WEEK?

I won't have an alone day again until New Year's Eve.

That will be three and a half weeks and that's a lot for me.  GOOD LUCK






Tuesday, December 16, 2014

On the Sixteenth DaY of TiZmas


On the Sixteenth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

I just re-read last year's offerings.  They were way better.

I am way sorry.

If you walked into my apartment, it would not be immediately apparent that I am an actor.

In my old apartment, my front-of-house Belle photos peer at you from on high.

Now my front-of-house Belle photos are closeted and only peek out when you seek them out.

You have to search for the theater in this house.

Except when you sit on the can.  Then it leaps off the wall at you.

Yes...my career is in the toilet.

I am officially on BST and it's taken almost a year.

BST = Broadway Standard Time.

I now essentially rise at 10 am and will continue to do so until there is good reason not to.

I cancelled four magazine subscriptions. There are still many more.

I currently have an entire laundry basket filled with unread magazine.

I would rather the laundry basket were empty so I could lounge in it.

My ass might not fit in the aforementioned laundry basket.

Sandy Hook.  Never forget.

Monday, December 15, 2014

On the Fifteenth DaY of TiZmas


On the Fifteenth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

I know that as I'm aging I'm basically disappearing to society at large.

Unless you are a single woman around her fifties (or more), you would have no idea what I'm talking about.

I now understand the song "Mr. Cellophane."

But I still show up...because fuck you society at large.

A man I went on some dates with recently skedaddled because he thought I was fragile, non-confrontational and that he was going to steamroll me.

I still wonder who the hell I was when I was going on dates with him.  Had he met me?

Perhaps sometimes I don't show up. Perhaps he was crazy.

As sweet and fluffy as I can be, I play an aggressive, scrappy embodiment of evil quite well.

I take an epsom salt bath at least 5 nights a week.

I am not particularly pleased with this aging thingy that makes my body ache constantly.

Man oh man oh MENOPAUSE!

I kiss my dog...a lot.

Not much smells better than my dog.

Baxter has his own Instagram account.  @baxandthecity Check him out.

I am ridiculously proud that it has taken til the 15th DaY to write of Lord Baxter of Hudson.





Sunday, December 14, 2014

On the Fourteenth DaY of TiZmas


On the Fourteenth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

The fourteen quotes that were the week...some chez moi, mostly overheard, some by famous people. You guess who!


From extraordinary to never-gonna-happen in just under 36 hours.  

Hey MTA - Fuck you

Ummm...I need my therapy...now.

Can someone remove his batteries? Please?

Be brave.

SLUMLORD!

Oh my God, they just gave my parents maracas.  I can't...

iMessage - %^&*FTTRG^IYUHK
iMessage response - Oh!

You are a different species of girl.  You are...old.

Necrophilism...it's a victimless crime.

Turning upstage? That's just cheating.  

Les Schizerable--Who am I? Who am I?

The book that will most change your life is the book you write.

I love you.




Friday, December 12, 2014

On the Twelfth DaY of TiZmas


On the Twelfth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

If you trudge 30 blocks in sleet and shitty snow to see a friend in the hospital, sure as shit you're gonna catch a shit cold. #shitshitshitshit

It was #worthit

Day 1 of the Flying Flag of Freak was very satisfying, thank you. #FFF

I like to do dance rehearsals rocking a headband and a high side pony. #80smagic

Nothing a headband and a high side pony can't cure. #thecure

I've been in PT over 5 months this year. #fmylife

I love that I have access to PT. #ilovewc

I hate the need for PT. #wcisapaininmyass

I hate that because of PT I'm in sweatpants in my work district. #notcoolenough4lululemon

I suck at #s. #isuck@hashtags

I never fully understood #s (in fact hated them) until the magic of @rachelrinc on the @lesmizbway Instagram account.  All other #ers need not apply. #donttrythisathome

I wonder if I should continue the 12 DaYs of TiZmas...this is the 12th DaY. #YouTellMe




Thursday, December 11, 2014

On the Eleventh DaY of TiZmas


On the Eleventh DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

I recently told some friends at work that I have been making myself small to give others room and make the workplace more congenial.

I do not mean this in a spatial manner (although I do that as well).

I then told them it was time to let my freak flag fly.

I did not fly the aforementioned freak flag.

The roof over my dressing table had some issues and drowned my space yesterday.

I threw out 90% of my stuff at the theater and took home precious belongings (all of which were uninjured). 

Management is doing the right and generous thing.  Thank you, management.

As they haven't replaced the acoustical tiles I can see clear through to the interior of the roof.

I believe it is the universe giving me headspace.

It is telling me to fly that freak flag.

This could get interesting.




Wednesday, December 10, 2014

On the Tenth DaY of TiZmas


On the Tenth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

I appreciate my company managers no end -- not only are they great company managers, they are great  human beings.

When I made my Broadway debut 20 years ago I was 20 pounds lighter.

A year ago I could not watch "Girls." Tried one episode and ran for my grown-up life.

I hated it for its whiny entitled manner.

I have recently been binge-watching "Girls."

I believe any community is subject to urban blight.

I believe any community you belong to must be cared for...by you.

Seemingly a good night "sleeping on it" is my cure-all.

Some famous writers have told me I'm a good writer.

Writing scares me.




Tuesday, December 9, 2014

On the Ninth DaY of TIZmas


On the Ninth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

I have issues with flooding and fire.

I have had to deal with both of these issues in a strange and small manner recently.  

They touch something very deep and little-Tiz frightened in me.

Maybe it's because my loved ones have had such terrifying and life-altering experiences with both in a large scale way.

I don't know.

Maybe it has to do with burning bridges.

I don't know.

Maybe it has to do with how little control we have over anything.

I don't know. Maybe all of the above...and more.


Monday, December 8, 2014

On the Eighth DaY of TiZmas


On the Eighth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

I drink champagne when I am proud of myself.

I am proud of myself today.

In my life I have spent a total of $2500 on furniture.

I believe I'm about to double that on one piece.

Open Letter to My Castmates Stage Right - I may have inadvertently lied.  Upon second and third thought and whiff, it just might have been me that left a toxic cloud SR.

Continuation of Open Letter to My Castmates Stage Right - I am very sorry.

Oh-so-rarely I eat gluten.

Oh-so-rarely others have to pay. 

Sunday, December 7, 2014

On the Seventh DaY of TiZmas


On the Seventh Day of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

Sometimes I feel the entire universe is conspiring for my bliss.

I spend a great deal of time in the bliss state.

I'm not exactly a brain surgeon when I'm blissed out. 

When someone asks "Does anyone want this dirty piece of sausage?" I answer "Yes please."

The Dog Park is a huge part of my bliss.

Being pinned down by Mickey and Jake to see who can lick me most is a form of bliss.

Mickey and Jake are dogs. 

Saturday, December 6, 2014

On the Sixth DaY of TiZmas



On the Sixth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ puts down her foot...

Yesterday my upstairs neighbor awakened me at 6:15 am by clomping around in her high heels.

Yesterday (aka this morning) my upstairs neighbor kept me awake by having a birthday party that didn't end until about 2:30.

Then my upstairs neighbor proceeded to clean up...including vacuuming and the dragging of furniture.

My upstairs neighbor has NO RUGS.

My upstairs neighbor and I met at 3:30 am...I was wearing a robe.

My upstairs neighbor and I don't much like one another. HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY, NEIGHBOR!!!!




Friday, December 5, 2014

On the Fifth DaY of TiZmas


On the Fifth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

I hate people being obviously secretive in public. Exhausting.

I have three radiators in my apartment.  All but one have been turned off.

If I make my bed in the morning I have a far more successful day than when I don't.

It has taken me just shy of 50 years to learn that. (I'm not saying I'm shy of 50 years...it's just I didn't make my bed before that.)

So my Pappy would think I could make my bed, I slept in it made so it would be perfect when he arrived in the middle of the night.  It makes absolutely no sense.  Gotta love a three year old brain.


Thursday, December 4, 2014

On the Fourth DaY of TiZmas


On the Fourth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

I just bought my first pair of Doc Maartens.

They are patent leather cherry red.

They make my feet feel more like grown-up feet.

I know how to say toe jam in Finnish.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

On the Third DaY of TiZmas


On the Third DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

Three of my toenails fall off on a regular basis.

My feet are so inconsequential as feet I call them "foot byproduct."  

The phrase "foot byproduct" disgusts most.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

On the Second DaY of TiZmas


On the Second DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

I once kept so many secrets my head almost exploded.

They were mostly other peoples' secrets.  I now promise this discretion to few.

Monday, December 1, 2014

On the First DaY of TiZmas


On The First Day of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

I keep secrets well...for both myself and others.

The Twelve Days of TiZmas



Wherein I write about things TiZ...likes, dislikes, loves, hates, joys, tribulations...hopefully things I have not shared with you before.  Founded a couple of years ago, this is my yearly traditional exercise in being known. Outgoing introvert that I am, I hide myself.  I would like to stop that.  I would like to BE KNOWN.

I like TO KNOW as well, so if you wish to share things in the comments, I would be overjoyed.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

21 DAYS OF THENARDIER


DAY 21

21 days come and gone.  I embarrassingly enough never got out of the habit of looking at my messages 2 1/2 hours before curtain to see if it was gonna be a Merry Christmas and I was on.

And luckily enough because that starts again on Tuesday.


I'm so glad we had this time together
Just to have a laugh or scream at kids
Seems we just get started and before you know it
Comes the time I'm right back on the skids.

Wheeee!  And I actually do love my regular track with all its ins and outs (and I mean that a variety of ways) and emotional journeys (I only mean that one way).

Cue Carol Burnett ear pull...except it will most likely be the ear of a smallish child.  

Tons of love,
Me

Saturday, October 18, 2014

21 DAYS OF...VISIBILITY**


DAY 20

Yesterday was survived.  My only bad moments were while sitting in the dark.  Waiting for Cliffy up in the tower before act 1 finale I grew a bit dour.  And then waiting for the wedding.  There is limited opportunity for me to get upstairs festooned in all my finery, so I must go up early.  A chair is set in the dark and I get to listen to a lot of really, really sad songs about really, really dead people.

Let's partay....

Today was filled with family and friends and soooooo much food.  And flowers.  Delicate roses.  An armload of sunflowers the size of my head.  And the fancypants arrangements already waiting for me at home.

I love flowers. I do. Little makes me feel as wealthy.  Except maybe Baxter.  And my really excellent friends and family. And feeling seen.

Ka ching.

**I'm giggling 'cause that's not what I've really written about at all. I guess I meant to. And I will. I think it's important.  


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