Is this redesign not gorgeous? I don't know how Diarist Award Winner Saundra does it, how she thinks of new things all the time. I am so not a designer, I don't get it.

But I'm sure glad she does!

We were let off early again from work, but weirdly, nobody told me (they all hate me, I know they do!) and I thought that everyone had just snuck out early when I was there all alone!

I'm not really entirely stupid, half of accounting was out for the day or on vacation to start with.

The controller came round at around 4p and asked what on earth I was still doing there, and that's when the penny dropped. I ended up staying until 5p anyway, finishing what I was doing, but then I headed out to the movies.

Man, nothing is playing, there are no movies out! I want to see Session 9 again, but I'm going to try to see it with Tracing--it being a movie about asbestos removal, it's right up her architect street, and Audition, a terrifying Japanese movie that I saw in Glasgow (and now realize I never put up that entry about it, I simply must do those vacation entries!!), has finally opened in the States, but I want to drag Tracing to that one, too, and she was, get this, out with another friend, so I had to find something else.

So I saw Moulin Rouge again.

And, o my best beloved, how that movie still just rocks my world down to its very core. It has occurred to me why Ewan McGregor, who has never done anything for me before, just leapt off the screen in this movie, and it's his hair.

I thought it was the fact that it was hair-lengthed hair rather than five o'clock shadow-lengthed hair that did it, but it's also the fact that it was black rather than ginger. Our natural hair-colour doesn't suit all of us, which is why I jettisoned my natural blonde as soon as my mother would let me, and ol' Ewan may be a natural red-head, but God got it wrong.

Not to mention the sideburns. I am very pro-sideburn, which comes from dating a Mod in college, but no boys have decent-lengthed sideburns these days. The ones who say that size doesn't matter are right, it's all about length.

And the audience was silent, which was a lovely treat.

I'm right with Elizabeth on this one, nothing is worse than audience members who think that they are at home, or that they are the only people on earth, or that they are inaudible to all but the person they are speaking to no matter how loudly they yowl, and of course we get that alot in NY.

My two big riffs on silence in the theatre are that the placards that they put on the screen "Shhh, Please Be Quiet!" don't mean a goddamn thing--here in NY we have signs that say "Don't Even Think of Parking Here!", so I really think they should go with a sign on the screen saying "Keep Your Fucking Cakehole Shut, Nobody Paid $9.50 to Hear You Yap". That might work.

MY other routine is on the only acceptable things to say in the theatre. The first is if you are going down the row and you step on someone's foot, you say "Excuse me," of course, that's just politeness. The second is a little kid whispering, "Mommy, I need to go to the bathroom," as nobody wants him to go on the seat, this is a perfectly reasonable thing to say. And the third is a pregnant woman saying "My God, my water just broke, I'm having the baby right now!

Nothing else is appropriate to say in the theatre unless you are at Rocky Horror.

Today's horoscope:
Surround yourself with beauty today--whether you create it, visit an art gallery, a flower show, window shop, watch the sunset, etc.

One year ago today:
It took me ages to fall asleep, because every time a cat jumped on the bed, I startled away, heart pounding, eyes wide.

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