I left the house without writing today's entries, but hey, I wrote or finished four others by 2p, I feel pretty good about that!

So, I'm doing another show, and it's a show that I have done before, Junction City! This time, though, instead of me playing Jeannie and Cynthia directing, I am directing and Cynthia is playing Jeannie. Deja vu, but not.

And getting cast in this show has inspired me to finally finish my show page. I've been working on it for absolutely ages, because I really did want to get all of my shows in one place, but since it entailed reading (or at least scanning) every single page of the five years worth of this journal, like the wind it hasn't gone. And it didn't help that half the time I don't mention the names of the shows! I'm still short one name, but I'll find it somehow.

Anyway, Le gave me the fish-eye, through Cynthia, and said that I had damn well better call my cast right away, so I did (really!) and they have all said yes, provisionally. I've got one that wanted to read the script, but she wasn't being demand-y about it, so I think it will be cool.

You see, at Love Creek there is no script-reading, you go to the first read-through and then you decide, we haven't got time for people to be reading scripts and waiting a couple of days, and then turning down the role, and a few of these and suddenly it's opening night and you are still missing an actor.

Anyway, there's her, and then there's the other woman, who said that she is interested, but has to go to Italy for her green card first, and then there's the boy, who said, "I'd love to do it, and my schedule is completely open!" An actor after my own heart.

So, last night, after a day of being screwed by the system upgrade again (don't ask), I decided that I needed to go to the movies, and what did I need to see?

No, not Moulin Rouge again, but Swordfish, even though I saw Jeffrey Lyons spit bile all over it on TV the night before--he reminded me of those little dinosaurs in Jurassic Park, if he could have raised the frill of skin around his head, he certainly would have, he hated the movie so much.

As far as I'm concerned, though, it's Hugh Jackman's latest movie, it doesn't matter how bad it is. And did I agree with Jeffrey Lyons? Well, I don't know, because it was all sold out both at the Empire AMC and at the UA Union Square, so I just went home!

Although, actually...

Well, I went into the Virgin right next door to the Union Square, and I really went just to look for blank tapes, because I had run out (tape trade still going on!), and I glanced in the bluegrass section, and...and...and...

Okay, there was a big sale and there were these albums that I really, um, kinda wanted a whole lot, and they were all like five bucks each, so I kind of, well, bought them. But I bought them early for my birthday, which is when I would have bought them anyway, and I'm not going to listen to them until then, and they really were much cheaper!

But I still feel guilty...

So yesterday, I sent a letter to Dan Tyminski.

I keep calling for tickets to the O Brother Where Art Thou concert, but I'm not going to get them, I know I won't. I don't get to see Barry again, not next week. So instead I wrote a letter saying how much I enjoyed the show, kind of broadly hinting about how much I wanted to see this show, and including the two entries that I wrote about the Somerville show.

All that mooning over Barry is a little embarrassing, and possibly could be considered stalker-ish, but mostly I just wanted to make a connection. Mostly I just wanted to say, "Hello, see these funny things I wrote about your show? Hello! Hello, hello! I have a crush on your bass player!"

I don't expect to get a ticket, I don't expect anything, if they would just read what I wrote and laugh, remembering the fun they had at that concert, the broken strings and the crazy fans in a sea of Puritans, that's what I want, that would make me happy.

Of course, a ticket would make me happy too...

Lenten entries missed:

Library Lil missed the baby that she lost, decided to write about entertaining things, became addicted to Shamrock Shakes, talked more about adoption, and finally, at long last, quit her appalling job. To cheers all around.

Today's horoscope:
Passion flares sharply, quickly passing AND deeply consuming. Make sure you and your lover are in sync.

One year ago today:
According to the family story (I don't actually remember it happening), I took one look at Vincent Price and raced across the room, throwing myself into his arms and refusing to leave his lap for the entire evening.

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