5 August
Well, last night's rehearsal sucked like Dracula.
I was lulled into complacency by the wonderfulness of Tuesday night's rehearsal, but that was Act I, Act II is a ball of wax of extreme otherness. Act II is, in a word, loathsome.
Two of my actors didn't at all know their lines, and two were extremely tiresome, none of those four being The Actor in Question, who was a rock last night.
There are now only two out of the seven actors whom I have spent no time at all hating with a burning passion. Four more rehearsals 'till we open, I'm certain the other two will turn into demon spawn at least once before next Tuesday.
In recent discussions on various mailing lists, the Blair Witch Project "Aw, it wasn't so scary!" backlash has begun.
One person said that she wished that she hadn't heard so much about it before she saw it, that the fact that she knew that it wasn't true sort of ruined the movie for her.
"The first time I heard of this movie back in January I heard it was a fake documentary, so I never got the opportunity to be fooled. On the other hand, most movies are fiction, and I enjoy them just fine. I thought that Silence of the Lambs was plenty scary without my leaping from my seat in the middle of the film saying 'HEY! Wait a minute!! This isn't real!!! I've been HAD!!!!' "
Last night Cynthia came downstairs and, being all firm and stuff, asked me for the rent.
"I can't find my box of checks!"
"But you said that two months ago!"
But c'mon, look around, it's not like you don't know what I'm talking about!"
She concurred. Then I looked for the box of checks or an hour. Not a sign of the damn thing. I just got these checks, and I remember very clearly thinking "I'll just put these checks here, in this very logical spot, and thus I will always be able to find them! Because I certainly will remember that they are here! In this very logical spot!"
Haven't a clue.
So there's this email going around from these people who are doing a documentary on on-line journals in the NY area asking if people want to be interviewed.
Gabby got one (she lives in Chicago), Lucy got one (she lives in California), Tracing got one (she wouldn't be seen dead in a documentary), did I get one? Sure didn't!
I emailed them anyway, of course, because I am me, and didn't hear back, so I (o the shame) called them last night and threatened to cry if they didn't use me.
I know, I know, I'm a big dork and desperation is such a turn-off, but honestly! They're emailing everyone in my generation of journals (class of 1996) but me and I'm the one who both lives in the area and wants to do it! Maybe they just haven't gotten 'round to the Zs?
Honestly, I need slapping. I have done five major interviews in the last couple of months, I was on the BBC Worldservice thing on diaries, I'm in the Writer's Digest special journalling issue in October (getting you a picture right away, I swear!), must I be in everything written about online journalling?
Frankly, yes. I should get a t-shirt made up that says:
"Interview Meeeeeeee!!!!
I should just suck it up, right? I'm being taught a lesson that it's not all about me, right? Builds character. Listen, I'm already being taught a lesson with The Actor in Question that if I think someone's an idiot I should hide it better, I don't want two lessons in one week, it's too hard!
I swear, if they make this without me I'm stabbing myself in the retinas with a chef's knife.
Today's horoscope:
Home is definitely where the heart is today. Spend time with the people closest to you. Strengthen your emotional ties.
One year ago today:
"How d'yew spell orals?"
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