Yum, it's warm enough to open the window, so I have opened the window, and it's just so nice to not be all stuffy. I am a fresh air fiend.

On the other hand, along with the fresh air, I have the never-ending barking of the next-door dogs. These dogs are new to me, when last I checked the only annoying constantly barking dog in the neighbourhood was the one that lives in this house, but sometime after I closed my windows for the winter, either someone got two dogs or two people got one dog each and these dogs feel very strongly about barking. Constantly. Either at each other or at air molecules.

Fran, in a fit of what Cynthia calls "father guilt" is insisting on the girls coming to see him in Of Mice and Men. I can only assume that he has gone insane. I'm barely capable of seeing that show without falling apart (which is one of the reasons that I haven't seen it yet), let alone an eight and a six-year-old.

The funny thing is that it's kind of hard to tell which of them will be affected by it--Molly is incredibly smart and sharp, but also the most sensitive creature alive, so she will know perfectly well that it's a play and it's not real, but might still find it too much to take, while Bonnie is so peculiar that it's impossible to tell what will happen with her. Possibly she will see it as being entirely real and be completely upset by it, or it will all go entirely over her head and she'll watch the whole thing with a smile on her face.

But no matter how you look at it, Of Mice and Men is too much for children, no matter how mature. There's the killing of the dog, there's the puppy and the mice, there's the fight where Lenny crushes Curly's hand, and there's the end.

Now, I saw my father in Death of a Salesman when I was around seven, and even still I go into hysterics whenever I see that show, so I told him that if nothing else, they'll have a story to tell for the rest of their lives about how they were completely traumatized by watching their father in Of Mice and Men when they were little.

In a morbid fit of curiosity, I TiVoed William Huang singing "She Bangs" on The Tonight Show last night.

The two things that struck me were first, that no matter how appalling his singing of this song is, he must actually be doing it better than he did on American Idol, since he now sings it like ten times a day, and it's not possible not to improve with repetition.

And the second thing is the idea of what might be going through the minds of those back-up dancers. Those really very talented back-up dancers, dancing away frantically, thinking "Jesus Christ, seventeen years of dancing, singing and acting classes, and I'm backing up this talentless donkey! There is no God!"

He is, I think, the first person to become famous specifically for singing badly since Mrs. Miller back in the 60's. I hope he gets as much out of it as he can, he seems like a sweet infant child. But I certainly never want to hear him sing that song again.

Today's horoscope:
It's going to be tough for you to concentrate -- on anything other than that person you've been fantasizing about. No more games. Be brave, and make the first move. Why waste another minute? It's the weekend! Enjoy it together.

One year ago today:
He said that when the play was over, his real life would start again. I guess I'm not part of that. I didn't realize that when the play was over, my real life would end.

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