The Laramie Project Project

Based on the events of the last few months, my focus is not where it could be.

Thus in my attempts to familiarize myself with the script for THE LARAMIE PROJECT I keep going into these wild mental digressions. If you're not familiar with the play, it's built on interviews the members of a theatre company did with many, many people in and around Laramie, Wyoming who were affected by the events surrounding the killing of Matthew Shepard. It's a heavy subject, but a great piece that never gets bogged down in the awful preachiness of the extremes of either side. That said, it has a decided point of view.

Okay, now that I've said that and gotten it out of the way, the wild digressions. I mean no disrespect to anything but... it's my mind. V asked me before she left if I knew my lines and I started reciting a monologue about Laramie's obsession with the little colored sprinkles they put on ice cream. They have a name, I can't remember it.

Since then, I'll be studying the monologues and wondering "what about all the stuff they didn't use?"

Like Laramie's ice cream man. Or the janitor at the high school who's obsessed with the X-Files. Or someone's dog.

Now I want to write my own Laramie Project. I think I might tape a lot of stuff while we're working on the play and make a short film called The Laramie Project Project. It'll be interviews with a group of actors who are portraying a group of actors who conduct interviews. I just had this idea this moment but that's damned funny.

I will soon know what the hell I'm doing for the next several months.