Well, it's the lovely lovely weekend, and well-deserved, too, after such a pig of a week.

Next week, The Raccoon is on vacation and it's not likely to be much better, though before she left, she told me, "Now, your desk is going to be clear when I get back, isn't it?" to which is sort of gave an inarticulate grunt, and only afterwards thought of the rejoinder, "Do you think that I have less to do when you are out of town?"

Yesterday was rehearsal, which was the rehearsal that always must come, the rehearsal that is a big pile of poop as they are finding their way to the light. And my heavens, it was poopy.

Cynthia is wonderful, Anita is quite good, and so are David and Greta, but David and Greta together are just blechy. They both bring each others energy down, they aren't falling in love like they are supposed to, they are feeling silly and getting goofy, but not in a way that brings them together, but in a way that takes them apart.

There's a trick in acting that I will impart to you, if you ever need it, and the perfect example of it is in Godfather III, where there is no reason for Andy Garcia has no reason at all to fall in love with Sofia Coppola, except for the fact that it was required by the script, and you know what? I believed it, I believed that he loved her with a sweeping passion.

And that's the trick, you see. If you are not getting what you need from your acting partner, then you just have to pretend that you are. Don't act with who you are onstage with, act with your imaginary partner in your head. Don't let what someone else does or doesn't do ruin your performance, let them off to their own devices and act with yourself. Serve the script, your character and your director, and fuck the other actor.

That didn't come out quite right, but you know what I means. They can go fuck themselves.

Watching Inside the Actors Studio with Matt Dillon, and James Lipton just said the strangest thing. He said, "Many of these students are approximately your age, now what I'd like to do tonight is retrace for them your journey on which many of them have still to embark."

Now, Matt Dillon is my age, six months older than me, in fact, he is 37 years old, how elderly are these students? Or rather, how old does James Lipton think that a student is?

Okay, wait, the most recent film they are talking about is Albino Alligator and Matt's hair is blonde, which means that he is shooting In and Out, which makes it 1996 and he's 32. Which is still kind of old to be in acting school for God's sake, but it's not as bad as I thought.

O, and the word has come down about the sewer lizards. According to alert reader Cecilia, who sent me these three links, it's just a big bunch of hooey from the SciFi Channel.

I thought it seemed funny, but I really did believe the stickers on the manhole covers. I'm turning into my mother, believing anything I read that is in capital letters.

Today's horoscope:
The future is in focus today. You may act for a charity, do some neighborhood organizing, political action or future planning.

One year ago today:
In a way, it makes me look like I have a horrible disease.

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