So Cynthia is taking her job as director of Moon quite seriously, as she has started cutting the hell out of the script. Don't tell, because if a script is still under copyright, you aren't allowed to edit it without permission. This is why people cut Shakespeare scripts to hell, Because They Can.

Hey, the way I figure it is, the more that's cut the less I'll have to learn, since I never leave the stage for three and a half hours. Or rather now, twenty minutes. It's going to be like The Five Minute Hamlet: Lights up, "Goodbye, Mike. Goodbye, Jim." curtain.

The audience will be surprised, as that's not much for a $15 ticket, but hell, that makes more time at the bar afterwards!

As I'm certain that many of you know at this point, Allison and her husband Chris' apartment building burned down and they lost everything, and by everything I mean every thing, including their dog, Murphy.

Their renters insurance will not cover all that they have lost, so a site has been set up for donations here. There are wishlists set up, and a PayPal fund and an address if anyone wants to send maybe some books that they were planning to give to Goodwill.

I cannot even imagine what that would be like to lose everything but the clothes you are standing up in, let alone losing a pet, which must be the greatest loss of all. I look around at all of my stuff, plenty of which I wouldn't miss, but there are some things that would break my heart if I lost, pictures and negatives, letters in my father's handwriting, the ring that Omar gave me, books that I have loved since I was a child, clothes of my mother's from the 60's.

Things that cannot be replaced, but the loss of them you can get over, the pets are the only truly irreplaceable things.

So anyway, if you have some spare cash, send it Allison and Chris' way, it's a mitzvah.

Man, Mo took the words right out of my mouth with this entry. The whole thing about fat chicks not wanting to be seen eating is gospel truth--I find myself wanting to explain when I buy skim milk that it's because I really like it, not because I think that it's going to help any.

Lenten entries missed:

Lis's baby will, thankfully, have normal-sized earlobes, witnessed some hot snake-on-snake action, and laughed in the face of toxoplasmosis.

Today's horoscope:
Anyone can promise, but Virgo delivers. You meet the perfect person in an imperfect situation. If this match is destined to happen, you'll find a highly creative way to make it so.

One year ago today:
And when David Swift mentions wistfully how much he wishes that all of these wonderful actors were still alive, Disney is glad they are dead and want to kill the actors that are yet alive.

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