28 November The last day of my four day weekend. How sad. If I dwell on it, I won't actually enjoy said last day of my four day weekend, so I won't, but I do wish that I didn't have to go back to work tomorrow. Someday I won't have to. If I win that $121,750... I remember, though, back when I wasn't working I would get tired of lying around all day and not having weekends be special. But I'd like to try it again anyway. Yesterday I rehearsed both shows. Fran and I are getting all virtuous about rehearsing every day, since realizing that, being secure in the knowledge that we could rehearse any time we wanted, we weren't rehearsing at all. So Fran and I rehearsed in the morning and Cynthia, Cliff, Sabine and I rehearsed in the afternoon. Afterwards I went shopping and to the movies. I had to pick up a music prop for the show, because certain playwrights wrote an important plot point about the song Broken Wings by Mister Mister. Which meant that I had to go to Virgin and buy a Mister Mister album. It was awfully embarrassing. I was afraid that it wouldn't be on the rack and I'd have to ask for it. "Heavens, I don't think we've sold one of those for twelve years! Wait, I'm gonna have to make an announcement over the loudspeaker. "Can I have the attention of everyone in the store, please. Can someone please go down to the vault and try to dig up a Mister Mister album for this customer standing at the help desk on the first floor wearing the purple sweatshirt!" But that didn't happen. Then I went to Modell's and got a new pair of jeans. I got the last pair awfully recently, but (all together now) my ass was hanging out, and my old pair was no longer decent to wear to work. Especially since every ten minutes or so, someone would come up to me and whisper in my ear "Did you know that your jeans are torn?" until I wanted to scream. I mean, how stupid do they think I am, not to notice a rip that big! Then I went to Portico and got a Christmas present for my Mom and then to the movies. I decided to go see the 7p show of Sleepy Hollow, though when I looked at my ticket, it was for the 9.15 show of The Messenger, so either the ticket seller was very new or very opinionated about what I should watch. I insisted on having things my way, though. Sleepy Hollow was good, but not great. As far as Tim Burton flicks go, it was no Beetlejuice, but neither was it Mars Attacks, entertaining but no classic. A very blue-grey film, pallet-wise. The main problem with it was that there was no build-up of tension at all, it really wasn't scary, beheadings or no beheadings. I think that part of it was the fact that it kept being funny, undercutting the build. Now, I won't ruin the fun surprise of who is playing the Headless Horseman, as a certain other on-line journaller who shall not be named did, but I did wonder if it was him in the headless bits, or only the headed ones. But sometimes, when he moved, I was pretty sure that it was him, 'cause he has an extremely distinctive body-language. I loved the mental image of the meeting they took, though. "Thanks for seeing us, Famous Celebrity." "Well, thanks for thinking of me, Tim." "We'd like you to play the Headless Horseman." "Sounds like fun, what are my lines?" " 'Argh!' " "I beg your pardon?" "Just 'Argh!' Well, sometimes 'AARRGGHH!!' " "Well, that'll cut down on memorization time!" Happy 56th birthday Randy Newman! Today's horoscope: You will be called upon to deal with some moral or ethical issues with family members. Balance compassion and principles. One year ago today: I'm telling you, it's exhausting being obsessive/compulsive! * Yesterday / Index / This Month / Tomorrow * E-Mail Whole new way of looking at life by: Michael Moore! This page was written by hand. My hand. Only pussies use HTML editors. Last Updated Sun 28 November 15:14:09 1999