I regret every time I didn't call out shitty theater when I saw it—often because the artists were colleagues and peers. This only helps breed more shitty theater. The Blue Album at Long Wharf Theatre was so insipid, flabby, and shit-tacular that I can't believe I stood in the lobby afterward babbling with the creative team responsible, never mentioning that my eyes were bleeding from the show—I think I said it was "totally interesting." A life in the arts is a life of intense hypocrisy with occasional flashes of naked, startling honesty.
In 2008, I will rededicate myself to setting fire to my career whenever possible, and let the truth out. - MIKE DAISEY, SOLO PERFORMER
I regret accepting the last three shots of bourbon that people bought me after a show in Ballard, which led to the subsequent DUI charges that I will be fighting next year. - KEVIN HYDER, COMEDIAN
I think I'll keep mine to myself for now.