10 December Had my first rehearsal last night for the show I'm directing, Naked Mole Rats in the World of Darkness. Looks like nobody's dropping out; I'd keel over if they did, honestly, it's such a good script. I think this may be some sort of Love Creek record, in that everyone originally cast not only accepted, but is remaining with the show after the first read through. A miracle! And the cherry on the charlotte russe (as my mother would say) is that everybody is really REALLY good! Especially Scott and Cynthia in the title piece, who just took my breath away. I will have very little directing to do on that one. The key to directing well is casting well.
You know what drives me absolutely buggy? When I'm at the reception desk, I screen the calls for certain people, and there are some people who call like fifty times a day, and the conversation goes like this: Me: "Good morning, The Company That Must Not Be Named."
Now, please tell me why, if he knows perfectly well that I will ask, he cannot say:
It's that little pause that bugs me the most; a pause of patient suffering. He hasn't got a very distinctive voice, am I supposed to pull his identity out of my ass?
When the alarm rang yesterday morning, I hit the snooze button and proceeded to snooze. I had a very vivid dream about these wonderful stories people had in their sig files, and I wanted to copy them down and use them here, but it would be stealing, because other people had written them. Of course, once I woke up properly and was in the shower, I realized that I had dreamt them, so I had written them, so it wouldn't be stealing to use them, but by that time I had completely forgotten them. They were really good, too...
I have this weird picture in my head and I'm in love with someone and we're singing "Don't Go Breaking My Heart". That's what I want in a man, a duet partner. Like this.
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