Hello everyone. Long time, no blog. I know all of you have been sitting at home or at your office checking your computers EVERY DAY and wondering, "When is Kevin going to blog?" The anticipation of waiting for me to blog is the equivalent of waiting for a Star Wars prequel. I'm flattered folks. I have been contemplating life... no, not gonna commit suicide... I have WAYYY too much to live for. I mean, look at me... (go to www.kevinda.com in case you don't know what I look like) So, I am contemplating some choices I have to make with my life. That sounds dreary. I mean contemplating some great opportunities that I have here in Chicago and potential great opportunities I have in L.A. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush... unless it's a newborn bird that you've touched because that bird will die. Once a newborn is touched by a human the mother doesn't want it. I believe it's a sparrow that does that. Animal Channel or Discovery Channel, I think. Wow where- was- I?

Choices and opportunities, blah, blah. Glad I am single, unmarried, and don't have a mortgage or any kids. That would make my choice a lot harder to make. But it's all me, all SELFISH me! I try not to ask people who have any of the things I just listed because then they start thinking of themselves, and not what's good for me... yeah, they make it about them. " Oh Kevin, if it were me I would make this choice, but I have this damn mortgage," or "Kevin, I would do it if I didn't have these damn kids," or "If I didn't have this damn MARRIAGE!" I just want to be like whoa not my fault. And you're not me and if you were me you would make the same MISTAKES. Because you would be you only in a different body and a different race. But I don't say that because those people are a little too sensitive and stressed.

Marriage + mortgage + kids = I wish I were Kevin.

Well, this time with you has helped me with my choice... my choice is to NOT listen to any of you, and let GOD work it out. Thanks folks.

- Kevin

Last Minute

You know, you'd think that I'd have the sense to actually check my L.A. voicemail every now and then. Nope. That would make too much sense. So now I am paying an obsene amount of money for a last-minute plane ticket to go to an audition in L.A. Idiot. I could have used a free ticket. I could have gotten a lower fare. But I didn't check my voicemail for a week. No one ever calls me. Until last week. Who knew? I won't make that mistake again. I promise. Lesson learned. Expensive lesson. I got it. And thank you, yes...I shall break a leg and bring it like a rock star.

- Inda

About the Work

Can I just tell you how much I LOVE Project Runway?! I do. I can't help it. I'm even buying more Victoria's Secrets items to feel closer to Heidi Klum. Sounds freaky, I know. I just love that darn show.

I love it because it's about the work. The designers have to tailor well, be "fashion forward," design with look and function in mind, meeting new challenges each week, and they have to GET IT DONE!!! I love that.

And I can't begin to say how much I just HATE the show Who Wants To Be A Soap Star. It's supposed to be a reality contest for actors to win a role on a soap opera. But it's not about acting. It's not about the craft. The winner had no acting experience. None. But because he declared to himself, "I am an actor," he seemed to think that made it true. The judges apparently were duped by his Jedi mind trick as well. Mikey -- I'm cringing from remembering his name -- sucked. He couldn't find an emotion in his bag of tricks -- sorry, he didn't have a bag of tricks. He came with nothing. Brought nothing. Week after pathetic week. So why did he win? He had "charm." Sure, he was good looking. He had a nice, boyish smile and a good body. But he couldn't act. The judges should have made better choices, even if Mikey didn't know how to make better acting choices. The judges for the show work in soaps: an actor, a manager, and a casting director. Each and every week they all talked about how much worse Mikey was than all the other contestants. Each and every week Debbie Morgan would say something noble like, "I prefer skill to looks." And every freakin' week Mikey would be spared from elimination despite his sub-par abilities.

I wonder what soaps would be like if the strict guidelines of, say, Project Runway, were applied to acting. Or better yet, vice versa. If Project Runway were run like Soap Star, that would be hilarious! Clothes would be falling off of models, clownish Elvis costumes would win each week, and the most "charming" designer would walk away with an Elle magazine spread rather than the designer who actually bothered to study fashion design in school and work at it every day.

Here's my idea for a new show: Who Wants to be a Soap Star's Plastic Surgeon. I bet the judges would go for the skill rather than the nice smile then.

auf Wiedersehen!

- Inda

Seattle Rocks!

Okay, I know that's a really White-sounding title, but ain't many colored folks here so it felt right at the time.

We had a really good time in Seattle. The fest folks were so freakin' nice that they ought to teach a seminar on how to run a festival and how to treat performers. Big ups (there, that was Blacker) to Val and Ian and Rachel and Heidi and I know I'm forgetting people... it's like making an Oscar acceptance speech... but different.

And while I'm on this Jack Daniels, exhaustion-induced tangent, we were awarded the SketchFest Seattle Annual Public Service Award for Trying to Teach White People What a Conk Is. Quite an honor.

Peace out Seattle! See you in Toronto!!!

- Inda

Selfish

If you plan on having kids: Take care of yourself NOW so that you don't stress the kids out with your lung cancer and/or artery cloggage or whatever else you could have prevented as a stupid, irresponsible, young adult.

Or... fuck 'em -- be selfish. You only live once.

- Kevin