So yesterday's rehearsal was better.

The Actor in Question only started making faces and rolling his eyes during the last fifteen minutes of rehearsal, which was certainly an improvement.

Of course I have realized that I have totally been given the karma, mama. That I am only getting exactly, 100% what I have given out. I have spent my life wandering around thinking that I am smarter than everyone else, that I am better than everyone else, that I know more, that I am more talented, and I make it resoundingly clear 24 hours a day.

And I'm just getting some of my own back. I'm just getting exactly what I deserve. It's awfully funny, really.

Watched one of my favourite movies yesterday afternoon, The Parent Trap (the real version), and one of my favourite movies last night, Naked. Interesting contrast, ain't?

The Parent Trap was cut to bits, which didn't bother me a bit for some reason, probably because I watched it while on the phone to my Mom and reading some email all at once.

My favourite bit was when, near the end, the announcer said "Now without further interruption we present the conclusion of The Parent Trap." This was at 12.49p, the movie ended at 12.58p.

Nine whole minutes without commercials, really? Who could believe it? That's real white of the WB...

I got home from rehearsal and in switching around the dial found the wonderful Naked already in progress.

I fucking love David Thewlis.

It's proof what an engaging actor he is that he plays this fairly monstrous character and, without undercutting the character (very important) was utterly likeable. Most actors when playing such an unredeemable man would wink at the audience, "I'm not really like this, folks, I'm a swell guy!" but Thewlis did not do this, not for a second, he just played the character with enough layers that you had sympathy with him without forgetting his bad qualities.

I watched the movie so carefully, trying to figure out how he did this, but the thing with charisma is, it just can't be defined.

According to Johnny, Thewlis' character, the world is ending on 18 August 1999 when the planets align into a cross.

Great, my show ends on the 14th. The end of the world can't give me a fucking break.

I swear I'll talk about Harold and Maude real soon! Lee and Jette try not to have strokes in the meanwhile, 'kay?

Today's horoscope:
A loved one's secret planning proves your hopes and wishes have been heeded.

One year ago today:
I swear, it was like handling nitroglycerine!

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