No sleep for Kymm.

The show came down at midnight (it was fifteen minutes shorter tonight--which means that it's three hours and fifty minutes long), and then I have to go out for a little minute, it takes half an hour to get home (or longer if the train doesn't come quickly), then I have to write and unwind a little.

I'm lucky if I'm in bed by three.

Time to dish the show.

The guy who plays Jonathan Harker plays him as a jackass. Keanu Reeves was better (and that's a sentence one can rarely say). The guy who plays Arthur (Lucy's boyfriend) looks like a garden gnome. The guy playing the American clearly thinks that he is the cat's bananas, and he is anything but. I hear that he was home schooled, which explains he abysmal social skills.

And nobody (practically) is audible.

The funniest thing that happened last night was at the very end when people are acting out letters to each other, seven years after the fact, and Harker, in a letter to Van Helsing, says "When you come to London, I insist that you stay in a hotel. I mean, with us! Because you are a member of the family!"

Around 5p last Friday I got a call from the president of the company who asked "Is Iris there?" and I said "Nope, she's gone for the day" and she said "How about Rich?" and I said "You're picking all the Jews! It's Yom Kippur, they're all gone!" and she said "O yeah, I forgot. I just wanted to tell them that our stock is up! Must be all the non-Jews buying it!"

One year ago today:
"I hope you die"

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