Story of Truthful Lies (or how I came to be a ninja)

Ah ha!

I am the first one to post on our very shiny new blog for Urban Samurai! As I write this, I am contemplating erasing it all, crumbling under the pressure to launch the blog, the enormous fear of screwing it up right off the bat....
But of course if you are reading this then I did not in fact delete it and go to bed as I know I should do. I instead remembered the stoic and kick ass spirit of all the ninjas that came before me, whose legacy I must continue. And so, valiantly, I begin the blog.

Firstly, you are wondering why I am a ninja and not a Samurai. Well, lucky for you, even if you were not thinking this, you are now and I shall give you an answer. I am both. Yes, it's true, I am both an Urban Samurai and a Rural Ninja. I am sure Aaron will have more to say on this matter, as he is the one who allowed me to be both at once, and it is he who has plans to make these seemingly dissimilar paths converge in a cacophony of wonder. And there is time enough to go into detail on this dual calling. Much fodder for discussion.

Instead I would like to tell you that the first night of auditions for our upcoming show 'The Diana Story' were a riot and an adventure all at once. What I mean to say is that they were a bit slow. And so I put the karmic suggestion into the void, "Please karma masters, send us capable actors to audition for our show. If you do so I will leave cookies and milk. Or no milk, if you are lactose intolerant, or generally don't like milk. There is no such concern for the cookies, as cookies are known to be the most universally loved treat of all time." Perhaps another time I will discuss my own tragic tale of life denying me the joy of cookies. Perhaps not. We'll go with the flow. I digress.

Anyway, so tomorrow is the last night of auditions before we hold callbacks (assuming at this point we will need them) and I am hoping that the karma masters will implant into the mind of every capable Minneapolis actor that they must attend the most important audition of their entire life. And people will come. Oh yes, they will come. Like Field of Dreams, at the end when that spooky girl says the line about all the people coming and then the camera pans away and there is a line of cars miles long, snaking their way through the Iowa countryside to come to this baseball field out in the middle of nowhere. Kind of like that.

So I'm off to pour the milk and lay out the cookies, and then I'll go to bed so I can get up before dawn and torture some folks.

Sayonara!

Marcia (the ninja samurai)