I'm sitting in the backyard with the cats rolling in the grass at my feet, writing back entries and watching my beloved While You Were Sleeping in a small corner of my laptop screen.

It doesn't matter if it's small, I can't see it anyway with the sun shining on the screen, mostly it's like listening to a radio play, I've seen it so often. It has taught me many life lessons. Like if you throw yourself onto the train tracks, you'll get Bill Pullman. I'm waiting for the opportunity. I am prepared.

This weather is amazing. It's more summer-like than half the summer was. Maybe this winter won't be the horror of ice and snow and tundra and polar bears that I think it will be.

I wish I didn't have to go to the first readthrough of The Play From Hell. I wish I didn't have to spend even a minute indoors.

No, it's not cast. Though I do have three actors, now, if not four.

But it's not four, I'm sure of it. I have one guy in the play, and the third guy I called called back and said that he'd come to my readthrough today, but he sounded as though he was doing me some big fucking favour, and then he called again and told me about all of his conflicts, which would leave him with about five days to rehearse.

So hey, he'll drop out, but at least I will only be reading in three roles today, not four!

In other news, this girl with a real attitude problem turned me down (thank goodness) and several friends of mine whom I called and literally begged are unavailable. The one that I couldn't fax the script to (I finally faxed it elsewhere) said that she could do it with six weeks of rehearsal, but not two and a half. Ha! Good luck in Love Creek, six weeks for a 17 page play? Good luck anywhere!

This week was so short. Maybe it's something about writing entries from two days ago that makes it feel that way. I mean, if in the morning you're pretending that it's Wednesday and you get to work and it's Friday, you really feel that the week is flying by! Don't worry, I won't be tempted not to catch up.

Yesterday I went to the movies again.

I went to the AMC so that I could sneak into another one, but it didn't work out. They are getting clever, the people over there, the little screens above the doors have the wrong movie times on them, so that you don't know the last screening is over yet, and if you don't wear a watch, well, isn't that just too bad for you!

So I just saw one movie, and it was Bedazzled. The original is one of my favourite films, truly a classic, hilarious and dark and wild, and I was somewhat horrified when I heard that they were remaking it, but it is Harold Ramis, and I trust him, and the idea of Elizabeth Hurley as Satan was a good one, sort of combining Peter Cook's role and Raquel Welch's, so I thought I'd give it the benefit of the doubt.

And you know what? It ain't bad. Really, it's fine, and if it wasn't a remake of a classic, it would be quite acceptable. Brendan Frasier is really excellent, and I admire so much how this big handsome guy is unafraid of looking really unattractive. And just so cringemakingly embarrassing to watch at the beginning.

Elizabeth Hurley is swell, I liked her very much. The girl he is enamoured with, on the other hand, is terribly dull-looking. In the bits where she is a brunette she shines, but as a blonde, nobody would look at her twice, let alone moon over her for three years.

The main problem with the movie is the cop-out ending, how Elliot learns of Satan's trick too early, and the fact that none of the wishes have the sheer looniness of the Leaping Nun sequence in the original.

It's fine, it's good, I enjoyed it, but if you really want to laugh, rent the original. Or buy it! Look, it's only $9.98!

Today's horoscope:
You have to alter a past decision. Circumstances have changed; you need to do things differently now.

One year ago today:
Are we their only customer? Are we the only company chowder-headed enough to have bought the useless thing?

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