So I had called Deva and Marisa to cast them in Vanities, and they both emailed me back. Why do people do that? If I called you, I want a call back and vice-versa, stop confusing me.

Anyway, they both are interested and want to see the script, so I told them to go to Drama Books or to the library. How come no-one has heard of this show anymore? Everyone used to know it, does no-one do it anymore? In the 80's it was being done every 15 seconds, I guess 70's plays have fallen out of favour, like the 50's shows.

God that means that my audience won't have a million pre-conceived notions. I like that.

I have woken up the last couple of mornings with my shoulders and neck killing me, and I thought I was sleeping funny or something, but I suddenly realized it's the fact that I'm sitting and knitting all day like Madame Defarge and I shouldn't be shocked that my shoulders are as stone.

Spent the day knitting the dove grey scarf, but I was careless and dropped stitched and even added one at one point, and it looked so messy that I decided to rip it apart and start from scratch. I hate re-knitting what I have already done. There's no way I'll be done Friday, what with all the back-tracking, but at least it will be pretty.

Second night of the show, which was much better than opening night.

I was bristling with envelopes from every orifice and didn't make any weird mistakes. The audience was tiny again, though it was like seven people rather than three, and they were very responsive!

Often, small audiences will be shy about laughing or whatever, but they were howling like gibbons at the funny bits, and silent during the more poignant parts, which is everything one can ask of an audience. I'd rather have this small audience than a big one that feels mediocre towards the piece.

Afterwards, I said to Becky as I was going into the bathroom to take off my old-age makeup, "I'm going to wash the age off of my face," and she said "Good luck!" That was too good a line to pass up so I give her points even if it was a snap against me!

It was opening night for Mark's show, since they are the 9p evening, and they had the smallest house known to man, three people. We had three on opening night, but at least we had five to start with, they just left before the second play.

It was good, but technically it was an absolute mess. Tony had gotten this guy to run the lights and sound, and he got all flustered and it was bobble after bobble. There was music playing, then they change the cd on stage and the second music cue didn't happen; when the phone was supposed to ring there was instead this gurgling crash in the booth, and Mark couldn't really not laugh on his line, "That must be the bill collectors calling!"; every time the lights came up they were still setting themselves, it was just awful.

Mark was good, of course, and Ronnie kicked out the jams, but this one woman was just awful. She didn't know any of her lines and her accent was less from the Missouri Ozarks than from Outer Mongolia. Or outer space. This is, of course, Tony's fault, since he is just not a leader, and that's what a director must be. Of course, learning lines is the actor's job, but if you yell at them, they'll learn them faster.

Hopefully, they'll get through the run without Mark killing her, but it might be a close thing.

Remember, if anyone who wants a Xmas card from me this year had best send me their address, because remember? No computer means no Xmas card list!

Today's horoscope:
Do the world a favor. Try not to speak before you've really, really thought about it. That goes double if you're upset or worried about something -- otherwise you might be a bit less than tactful.

One year ago today:
It's warmer and the snow is melting. I can tell, because I am able to open my door, since I live in the House Filled With People Who Wouldn't Be Seen Dead Shoveling Snow, aka The Bad Neighbours.

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