Hello everybody, today was the best day of my life, yeah it was,
yeah it was. Ok, now I hate myself.
What’s that ‘yeah it was, yeah it was’ shit Dave?
It was just random positivity David.
But it’s lame Dave. It’s like lame street talk sounding stuff,
at least in my head, the way I hear it Dave.
Well I say using the word lame is lame. Plus ‘street talk’?
Where did you pull that term out from?
Yeah, that is pretty embarrassing, but I am just trying to be
positive ok, that is what these best day of your life blogs are all about.
It’s supposed to be the best day of your life too, it’s not all
me.
But I am you.
That’s sweet. I am you. It says it all really. Although it’s
also really fucking weird.
No I just mean that I am you, like literally. We are the same
person.
But there are two of us talking?
Is there? Or have we separated from one only to be one once
more?
Ooohhh, profound. Profoundity even.
You’re welcome.
I love you Dave, wait, we stopped saying each other’s names
after everything, I have forgotten, am I Dave or David?
It doesn’t matter.
Why not?
Because I am you.
Didn’t we already do the ‘because I am you bit’?
No that was ‘but I am you’ this is ‘because I am you’, they are
different, subtly different, but different all the same.
Single tear.
No you don’t.
No I said it rather than producing it, it’s like the modern way
of squeezing out a single tear, you’d know that if you knew street talk.
The above did not really happen. I mean it happened, but it
didn’t really happen. I don’t want to
reveal the false bottom in the bottom of the top hat, because I like you
looking at the bunny, and you like looking at the bunny, and because how is a
false bottom not still just a bottom? It’s down there, it sure aint up the top,
it’s a real fucking bottom, maybe not the bottom bottom, but it could be if it
wanted to, you know, but I will reveal the magic trick just this one time, and
let you know, against all normal belief, that the above was merely a dramatization
of what I think it would be like to have an argument with different sides of my
consciousness.
Yep I was merely acting.
No, no, no, no applause needed. I will take a bow, but only
because that is the tradition at the end of a performance, and I honor such
conventions of the theatre. Also, you are probably looking back over the
performance thinking ‘well it’s obvious now, that street stuff was lame, plus
so was the use of the word lame, and the use of terms like street talk, yet in
the moment it felt real, wait a minute, wow, that wasn’t just acting, that was
kick ass acting!’
No, no, no, no applause needed. I did the above performance not
to garner applause, no, no, no, no of course not. Applause is a symptom of the
disease of great acting, it cannot be, nor has it ever been, the motivation for
it.
I bring this all up because today I was at a barbeque and I was
fortunate enough to talk about acting with some actors and it was lovely, and
inspiring. I haven’t had enough of those conversations recently. Talking craft
with a peer is one of the forgotten charms of caring about a craft.
And I bring this up because it was within this conversation that
I finally came to a career defining decision about my ongoing acting career – I
have decided that if I was a superstar actor that would be even better than
being a megastar actor, because superman is better than megaman, and therefore
the word super is better than the word mega, unless you’re talking about like
the super in your apartment building, which often isn’t a particularly revered
career path, although I don’t think apartment buildings have megas, and
therefore even in this scenario super outranks mega.
So am I going to one day be a superstar actor, probably not, but
at least I know now what the ultimate goal is, and if that isn’t profoundity
then I don’t know what is.
