<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113373</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:52:17.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MyGrimm</title><subtitle type='html'>The rantings of a semi-lucid, partially deranged, serial reality fabricator. Abridged.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygrimm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygrimm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M. Grimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753510530146362429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113373.post-9074573623867721019</id><published>2007-04-20T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:46:20.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sh!t and Vomit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Weird show last night at the ole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bruka&lt;/span&gt; Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments before I got out on stage, I hear a not too unfamiliar bumble grumble coming out of my belly region. I laugh it off, and hope for the best. As some of you may know, I have some very interesting digestive difficulties that creep up on me from time to time, mostly having to do with dairy products. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;... I get out on stage and the waves begin. You know, those slow creeping stomach cramps that come up as a warning that something bigger is on it's way? Well, the first few waves were manageable, then came the big one. The one that made me sweat and shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;backstory&lt;/span&gt; on the role I'm playing. It's one of those roles where you spend a whole lot more time onstage than off. And when I am offstage, I'm mostly in some stage of undress, changing costumes and getting ready to get back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the pain creeps up, right before I'm about to jump back onstage and sing a song. In the back of my head, I know there is no relief in sight, because once I'm finished singing, I've got the biggest, quickest quick change in the show, and I've got no time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get out on stage, shaking and sweating and seizing up on the inside. As soon as I get off I grab all the pieces of my costume and rush downstairs to hit the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Due to graphic explosions and splashing sounds, the rest of this scene has been omitted***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sitting on the toilet, changing costumes as I complete my business, and I stagger up the stairs in half dress, and I pray that nothing else goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course something else goes wrong! I attach my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lavaliere&lt;/span&gt; mic to my next costume and the clip and the wind guard are nowhere to be found. So, I wrap the wire around the flute that's hanging around my neck and attempt to put on a beard. The elastic strap snaps on the beard, making it unwearable. I shake my head as I jump out on stage and start singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By and by, I'd have to say that the show was good despite this little detour. I thought I had it bad. Moments before the last scene, I see a fellow lead running down the stairs. I turn the corner to see what was the hurry. Just in time to watch him heave into a garbage pail at the bottom of the stairs. My night wasn't so bad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't, yet, come see "Reefer Madness: The Musical!" at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bruka&lt;/span&gt; theatre in Reno. Come see what the madness is all about. &lt;a href="http://www.bruka.org"&gt;www.bruka.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113373-9074573623867721019?l=mygrimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygrimm.blogspot.com/feeds/9074573623867721019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113373&amp;postID=9074573623867721019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113373/posts/default/9074573623867721019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113373/posts/default/9074573623867721019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygrimm.blogspot.com/2007/04/weird-show-last-night-at-ole-bruka.html' title='Sh!t and Vomit'/><author><name>M. Grimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753510530146362429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113373.post-8630527123082552703</id><published>2007-04-19T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:06:28.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Shoe</title><content type='html'>Let's get this shoe on the road!&lt;p&gt;Week four of the musical that will never end. Not that I'm complaining. Time and time again I've stressed that "Reefer Madness: The Musical!" is probably the most enjoyable show I've ever performed at Bruka. Great ensemble, no stress, and all the fake Reefer you can smoke!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113373-8630527123082552703?l=mygrimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygrimm.blogspot.com/feeds/8630527123082552703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113373&amp;postID=8630527123082552703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113373/posts/default/8630527123082552703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113373/posts/default/8630527123082552703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygrimm.blogspot.com/2007/04/road-shoe.html' title='Road Shoe'/><author><name>M. Grimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03753510530146362429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10113373.post-8852871355008814400</id><published>2007-04-19T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T13:19:17.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Blogs, Too Little Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;The time has come to consolidate my blogging. I've got a blog on Myspace, on Tribe, and various other side projects on Blogger. The time comes in a man's life when he has to reevaluate all the things bloggy, and decide which ones are sustainable, and which ones are just funk. So, here it is, "MyGrimm" for lack of a better title. Here you can keep up with all the things Grimm. Or just poke fun at me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Either way... Welcome!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10113373-8852871355008814400?l=mygrimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygrimm.blogspot.com/feeds/8852871355008814400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10113373&amp;postID=8852871355008814400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113373/posts/default/8852871355008814400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10113373/posts/default/8852871355008814400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygrimm.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-many-blogs-too-little-time.html' title='Too Many Blogs, Too Little Time'/><author><name>M. 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