Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Not Mine to Tell

First though, I have officially published my website! Check it out! www.toddhulet.com

This story is not mine. It's not really even mine to tell. But it's completely true and very funny.

So I'll just change the names and tell it anyway.

Once upon a time, there was a boy who had a kitten. (See, clearly not my story.) The cat died while he was at school. The boy came home having no idea the tragedy that had occurred. But Mom knew. And Mom was scared to death to tell her son the news. What is Mom to do?

Drug her son of course!

Son goes to his room to get started on his homework after school. He is sitting on his bed when his mother enters.

"Um, Hi Mom."

"Hi, Son."

"What are you visiting for? You only visit my room when I'm in really big trouble or a family member has died."

"You're not in trouble. I just wanted to bring you some Arby's I got for you."

Mom holds out the Arby's regular roast beef sandwich, paper open and ready for a bite.
As the son reached for the sandwich, Mom held it closer to his mouth.

"Take a bite," she said with a smile. He obeyed.

Confused he did not yet realize what was happening.

"Take another bite."

"Mom, why is there white stuff on that--?" She pushed the beef closer.

"And another bite. And another."

"Mom! That sandwich is bitter!"

"Here have some lemonade. More lemonade. Now you look tired. Why don't you rest."

The son awoke a few hours later and was then visited again by his mother, "I found your cat dead on the street this morning."

The boy was torn up inside! Angry! Hurt! Sad! . . . And yet none of these feelings actually came to him. He wanted to bad to cry but no matter how hard he tried to be upset he was totally okay with the situation. THANK YOU XANAX!


Funny story, right? It's even funnier when you find out the boy was 16 at the time! SIXTEEN!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Banana, Tomatoes, and My Website!

I'm in La Jolla CA. I'm not making any money and don't have any money either. So what does one do? . . . One eats whatever one can find.

I did go grocery shopping at the beginning of this adventure to buy a few things that I could eat. The other night my supply was running VERY low; bananas, tomatoes, and tortilla chips. None of them sounded appetizing. Don't ask why, but for some unknown reason (and perhaps a bit of encouragement from Top Chef on my television) I decided that maybe they'd be more appetizing (drum roll) . . . together! I was pleasantly surprised by the first bite and felt maybe I had actually discovered something great.


I had not. After about four more bites I realized that I was not enjoying this creation and the initial delight was very strongly determined by my undeniable hunger. On bite five I suddenly realized I had successfully created a dish that tastes the way vomit smells.

That was the end of my meal. I sucked it up and went grocery shopping again the next morning.

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Saturday, September 5, 2009

Porn and Things

Sorry it's been so long. At this point I need to write something otherwise I may never write again.

So you get very random things.

A) I miss my boyfriend. I sit in rehearsal for 12 hours a day with next to nothing to do. Austin and I were video chatting. He said he was tired and I asked him to stay online. This was our solution:Notice this box in the bottom corner.

Weird I know. But also really dorky-cute. Right?


B) Did you know that when you use a "B)" on facebook it turns into this:

Fine. Unless you are trying to type a list.
A) This is item one.
This is item two.
C) This is item three.
See. Kinda annoying.

C) This image has not left my thoughts. You need to see it too.

The thing you must notice is the positioning of her knees. How does one exactly get into that position? Thanks to this new fun blog I've had hours of amazingly awkward visual stimulation.

D) Porn. The composer of the show I'm working on is also working on a Musical About Porn. He spends most mornings interviewing pornstars and observing the shoots. I'm avoiding passing judgment on the project all together, but I just wanted to comment on the fact the the stories he shares are not what you'd think. Most of the stories are sad.

Also, how much research do you really need to do? How many porn shoots do you need to observe?

Also, is anyone reading this just because I put "porn" in the title?

E) I don't have millions of readers but was there anyone hoping to hear the rest of my "story" from my last post? Just wondering.

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