Bill Zuckert
15 December 1915-23 January 1997
16 February
So, yesterday's worst was waking up at 10.30. What's wrong with that, you ask? Well, my photo class starts at 10, you see, in the CITY! And I'm missing next week's class because I'll be back in LA for the memorial. I'm used to being one of the smarter people in any class I might take...I think I'll be prize dunce in this one.
Yesterday's best was that I went back into rehearsal for Naked Mole Rats, rehearsed four of the scenes, and everything went really well. Obviously, things had fallen apart a little what with not rehearsing for two weeks, but not much.
One annoying thing, though, was that Thomas insisted on giving me suggestions from his friends who had seen the show, and I was trying to be polite, but it was starting to piss me off like you would not believe.
Not good actor's etiquette, don't you know.
Another fairly hideous things that happened yesterday was when I was followed by a giggling, incomprehensible, homeless rummy.
When I walked into the subway, he was trying to talk to the girl in the booth, and then he fell down and crawled under the turnstile, and...made a beeline for me. I got up and stomped away, and the train came and I got on, but then I heard "You can't get away from me!", and there he was, and he sat across from me staring and laughing and mumbling and stinking, and I was getting ready to kneecap him if he tried to sit next to me, but he got off the train at the next stop instead.
Apparently, that was my Valentine's Day present from the Universe.
I saw some sausage rolls in the grocery store, and there was a big Union Jack on the package and it said:
"Banger Rolls-Just like in Britain!".
Banger Rolls my behind, they're sausage rolls no matter where you're from,but I guess they were trying to make them sound more British. Anyway, I bought them, hoping against hope that they really would taste like real sausage rolls, and I had them for breakfast this morning, and after the first bland, almost tasteless bite, I felt like I was home.
Hmmm.... Melody seems to be trying to start a link war.
Well, I'm not falling for THAT trap again!
The first Christmas picture, 1965,
and the last Christmas picture, 1996.
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