Notes from an Anglo-American Man

I was born to act, it is pretty much the only thing you will ever hear me say I am great at.

I love to act, my whole life I have done it, I have stared in shows, and every one I have been in I have heard the same comments about how good I was. I have had several directors out and out tell me that I was the best actor in the troupe.

the reason I am sharing this is because it’s been 4 years since I have done any serious acting and I feel like a part of me is missing, I yearn to act, not in front of  a camera (though I would settle for that) but on stage where every performance is different.

I left the US disillusioned. I had been aiming for Hollywood for so long that when I realised that it stood for everything I hated about the arts it was so disappointing.  I had my first taste of fame over there, I had people recognize me on the streets and come up to me to tell me how much they had enjoyed my show months after the show had finished.

I remember the rush of adrenaline as people came up to me to talk after the show, to share with me how I had moved them, or made them laugh.

One of my favorite times was when a woman in her 60’s came up to me looked at me and said in a disspointed voice. “Oh I thought you were 40 years older then you are” I had of course been trying to portray that, and to have someone show me that they had bought it made my day.

But I have not acted, I abandoned my first love to pursue media, to pursue writing, to pursue all these other things, and yet I till long after it.

I’ve been fighting this bug for some time and will have to give into it

I just wish that Carlisle had more acting wise.

*sigh* I’m in a romantic mood tonight, I don’t know why (OK watching a Romance movie may have something to do with that, but I did also watch waterworld so that’s ok, right? :p)

I have been thinking about the times I have been in love. even now some of the scars on my heart still ache with the memory of the pain. But that is what it is, a memory of pain now gone.

I have grown because of it, my heart as big as it was, is now bigger, and hopefully more wise.

Over the last few weeks and months I’ve been thinking about myself, and what I have to offer women, it’s not something I think about that often, as quite frankly I embaress myself

But I’ve realised that I’m quite a catch and as such should act like one so from now on, all woman shall call me Sir or my Liege (ok I’m joking about that) but I’m not going to take any rubbish from people. I’m a good man, older and more experienced then my age would suggest. I’ve lived in 2 countries, visited a dozen or so.

I’m tall, not dark, and handsome

Lol I’ve made myself feel all “I can’t post this” now so I’m going to post it, because

a) this is my blog

b) this is my website

c) I want to :p

and d) only a few people are going to read this and if the site gets popular I can just delete this post

Peace and love be with you all the days of your lives

Ben

It’s called let’s pretend I’m suave.
The premise is simple, you try to have a single conversation where you don’t say something a) stupid b) embarrassing or c) crazy.
So far i’m naught for a million

Seriously though I’m great with words, apart from when I want to use them for a purpose that is not writing… then suddenly I become Neanderthal man! Grunt grunt good, food, women grunt grunt

Every now and then I get a few sentences where I say the right word at the right time, but then i usually follow it up with something extremely goofy, geeky and often just plain weird.

It’s pretty fun.

You should try playing the game, and if you manage to score a point don’t tell me, I don’t want to know that you’ve already beaten me at my own game

Peace and love brothers and sisters

“For Andrew it seemed to go on for eternity, this man, this traitor did not look like anything he had expected, somewhere in his heart he thought that a man who could betray the Tower could not possibly be this handsome, but he knew that the way a person looked had nothing to do with who they were, as Delilah had seduced Samson, and Cleopatra had seduced Mark Anthony, so had Jadeth seduced person after person and made traitors out each of them.

He had not understood, not really until that moment just how much of a threat this man was. Had he been meeting him under different circumstances he knew that he too would be having trouble resisting his charm.

Finally Jadeth tore his eyes away from Andrew, and it did feel like a tearing, Andrew blinked and composed himself.”

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There you go, don’t say I never do anything nice for you that is by far the favorite section that I’ve written so far, and as it gives nothing away (really) I can share it with you

I was accused of being a tease the other day when i shared it with a friend so i figured why not do it properly