I'm watching Clint Eastwood on Inside the Actors Studio, and me and Clint have something peculiar in common.

He was saying how at the end of a take, he doesn't say "cut", he says "stop" or "that's enough of that shit." That's what I say! I say that! I say it when I'm directing in rehearsal and I say it when I am doing a photo shoot to end a particular pose.

I know I've seen this episode before, but I must not have heard him say that. I truly feel an affinity with him that I didn't feel before.

So yesterday I wrote a few entries (I'm only sixteen entries behind as I write this!), then went to the theatre and hung out with my new favourite usher, Marisa, who watches all of the same TV shows that I do and we just chat chat chat blah blah natter all night long.

I don't have to be able to chat with an usher, I don't care if we are silent, but I have a couple of ushers that I not only don't want to talk to, but would rather not be silent with, either! There's a couple of them that just really creep me out so much that I just don't want to be in the same building with them, let alone a small box office huddled up close together.

Last night, there was a change in the shows--it was Evening B of the current one-acts, and a show from Evening A had traded with a show in Evening B, so a show was on last night that wasn't on the night before. And Evening B was shorter than Evening A.

All that is in aid of explaining why I ended up running the lights myself for that show last night. The actress came to me in a panic that Rob wasn't there yet and who would run their lights? And panic and argh! Well, it was lights up, lights down for ten seconds somewhere in the middle, then lights up and down again, any chimpanzee could have done it (you know, as long as they were actually present) and I was happy to help.

And a good thing too, since Rob only wandered in after the show was actually over. There's a lesson learned, don't assume how long the show is, and don't plan on getting there minutes before you think you are going to go on.

Apparently he got stuck on the subway, but one doubts that it was for two hours, and if it wasn't, he had no business being that late.

My tooth hurts. I don't think I've been to the dentist since 2002, when I had my crown put on. I stopped having dental insurance, so I haven't had a cleaning or seen my beloved Dr. Berman, whom I might owe $150 for said crown, possibly another reason why I haven't been in so long.

But now I have a sore tooth. It's not like a real toothache, especially since it's not a tooth but a crown that hurts, and I couldn't have a cavity in the tooth underneath, since its root has been canaled, but that doesn't change the fact that it hurts to bite down on that crown.

I used to have this dental HMO thing where you'd pay like $20 a month and then everything would be cheaper--I had my first root canal that way, but I don't remember what it was called.

Okay, you are not going to believe this, you really aren't, but I swear it is true. As I was typing the above, as I typed the words "don't remember" a student asking Clint Eastwood a question said the words "...very unique, very signature." And of course, it was called Signature.

Ha! I wonder if they are still around? I wonder if Dr. Berman takes them? I wonder how much longer this Vicodan hoard of mine will last?

I dreamt last night that Demi Moore did some kind of show like The Forsyte Saga on Masterpiece Theatre, and apparently she was brilliant (as I said, it was a dream) when they were putting it on video, she insisted on including episodes of Punk'd, because Ashton's acting was so brilliant in that series that it belonged with Masterpiece Theatre.

I'm not quite certain why I dreamt about Demi and Ashton, as I could not possibly care less about them apart or together, but I think it was because I was reading in People magazine that Demi has a skirt monogrammed "Dashmi", you know, like "Bennifer".

Except that it's not like "Bennifer", as that is a very even name, her half is longer but his half is first so it's pretty fair in that they are equal in it. "Dashmi", on the other hand, is Demi at the beginning and Demi at the end and only a tiny bit of Ashton in the middle--and if it's pronounced like D'mi, i.e. DushMI.

I guess we know who the important one is in that relationship, I guess we know who is the beginning and the end.

Today's horoscope:
The universe has an assignment that's sure to delight you. New worlds need to be documented and categorized, and Virgo is just the person to do it. Honor loved ones by naming your discoveries after them.

One year ago today:
Of course, by then the sun had come out and the snow had all melted, but everyone ran out, waving their arms around and yelling, "Too late! Too late! You can't take it back now!!"

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