My Bad

I realize I should have inserted a plug for Dreamland Theatre in Ypsilanti in the whole puppet rant. My old schoolmate Nia Venturi runs the operation there and makes some perfectly lovely creepy, fantastical, and twisted puppets.

Old acquaintanceship served me well the first time I went, as I got a tour of the tiny backstage and workroom.

I admire people who can do the hand arts, That is something I’m just not good at.
I probably could have done if I wasn’t terribly busy putting as much substance through my system as my height and weight class allowed all through Jr. High and High school. If I had just sat in a corner and practiced art, I could have developed a minor talent.

Hmm, such a conundrum, develop a minor talent which would have potentially at least helped keep me entertained in my life now. Or have lived the insanity I did and have all the juicy material available for the talent I showed a definite aptitude for, which is variations of this exercise I’m engaged in.

I suppose had I believed I was actually going to live through my adolescence I might have wanted more education and practice at a few things. But live and learn I suppose.