So, I started my new show last night, with only two of the four actors, because one girl who is going to Italy today and I wanted to give her a chance to turn it down before July.

I got down to her building, realized that I couldn't find the bit of paper with her apartment number on it, but it occurred to me that this girl is playing in my show the most beautiful, fascinating, entrancing woman in the world, and if she was well-cast I could just say to the doorman, "I'm here to see Greta," and he'd know the apartment number. And he did!

So we read it through, me and Greta and the guy playing the guy. There has been a rewrite since I did the show in '97, so it was funny how I would be reading my old role smoothly, all these strange lines would just come tripping out of my mouth, and then there would be a new paragraph, and I'd be tripped up. "My yingyangyooie has got radar in it and it's looking for a speeding richard," no prob, but a couple of lines about my hot hot hot cat, and I started giggling like a schoolgirl.

The boy seems to be good enough, and he looks pretty good for the role, there are several lines about how handsome he is, but he is no Fred. Fred was astonishingly beautiful, probably the best-looking man that I have ever been in the same room with, and a wonderful actor as well, a real movie star waiting to happen.

Of course, he was also the great emotional sucking black hole of doom as well, so perhaps there are trade-offs in this life. I won't fall in love with this actor, but I won't have the roller-coaster ride either, which is definitely a good thing.

So, after rehearsal, being right next to the Union Square UA, I finally saw Swordfish. And it was the best movie in the whole world!

No, no, just kidding! It was okay, you know, not quite the wretched mass of offal that Jeffrey Lyons thought that it was, but neither was he completely wrong. Any film that can actually waste a presence like Vinnie Jones, using him basically for standing around and looking menacing, has a point against it right there. Say what you will about Snatch, like the fact that it isn't a particularly good movie, but at least it knew what to do with Vinnie Jones.

Swordfish had an awful lot of "As you know, Bob" dialogue, Travolta was stiff and strange in his role, (and from his closeups, his head is getting big and meaty enough to take over the world), and the plot was all plot-y and plot-like, with big hunks of things marked "PLOT" stuck in at random angles all over the place.

It did have one thing going for it, though, and you know what I'm going to say. They say that the problem with these computer films these days is that there is nothing particularly fascinating about watching people type. Except for Hugh Jackman, who actually does make typing sexy.

Worth watching for that, or if you want to see Halle Berry's tits, but other than that, I wouldn't bother.

The other day I was looking for something new and I started a new journal, read about a month, then realized that I didn't really like it, and I was not required to actually read the thing just because it was in my to read pile, then I started another one and did the same thing. "Are there not good journals left that I don't already read?" I cried to the heavens, and then I started Thought Experiment, and thought, yeah, this is what I have been looking for.

It has been in my to read pile for over a year, and I remember when she had her baby, and literally every single journal I read had these little "Congratulations, Karen and Pär!" notes on them, and I thought, "Who? Who and who? O yeah, Thought Experiment, I really must read that," but didn't until now.

I did like this entry, where she mentions that I don't read her. "I do now," I said to the screen, "It's over a year later, but I'm reading it now!"

In reading the first year or so, (I'm up to May 2000) all I can say is, I'm madly in love with Pär. No, that's not it, rather I'm madly in love with the version of Pär that Karen writes about. That's still not quite what I mean. Ah, I know, it's that I'm madly in love with Karen-and-Pär, I covet that relationship. It's right up there with Jessie-and-Golden Boy in terms of what I dream about someday having for myself, you know, before I'm in the old folks home. I know that it's two-dimensional, that she doesn't write about every little thing, and she doesn't put in the difficult stuff that must be there, what with them being human and all, but that give and take, that private language, that sense of completeness, I just feel like I'm Charlie Bucket, my nose pressed against the chocolate shop window, but not a dime in my pocket.

Woof, that sounds like the journal depresses me, but it doesn't, it fills me with joy, reading about this wonderful relationship, about these two puzzle pieces who managed to find each other across the world and click together. It shows that it can happen, that it does happen. That it may happen for me.

Today's horoscope:
A quiet sharing in the home brings loving support. Don't be afraid to seek a little reassurance. Strengthen emotional bonds.

One year ago today:
Always nice not to look like Encino Man in the office.

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