It's been getting cold enough lately to wear jackets and hoodies, though I'm still clinging to my sandals. I was thinking vaguely about socks and shoes, but then the last couple of days were nice and warm again.

Anything but socks and shoes! Anything! I do get a little dramatic when it comes to putting my sandals away for the winter.

So yesterday there was more painting at the theatre, and since I felt a little guilty that the only reason I went on Sunday was to see Mark (even though I never did), I thought it would be good of me to go when I had no chance of seeing him at all.

I painted lots of walls and doors and edges and things, in addition to doing my favourite thing ever at a set build--I chewed about four packs of gum and stuck it under a chair. O my, that was even more fun than painting with a tiny little brush.

So yes, I worked very very hard, painting and chewing and then rinsing out the brushes and rollers for absolutely ages (literally nothing takes longer than rinsing out a roller--writing a thesis is faster), and then Mark showed up an hour and a half early for rehearsal! I felt like that little kid in Animal House when the Playboy Bunny flies through the window, "Thank you, God!"

He seemed very pleased to see me and we hung around outside smoking for half an hour or so. He wants us to do a show together in November and I need to see if the playwright is interested in doing it with us.

Again, I don't know what is up with him, does he like me or doesn't he, but I think I've decided not to care. I like being with him, he seems to like being with me, I'll just go with the flow.

In terms of Weight Watchers, since I was out all day, though I brought with me a trailmix bar and some cereal, that meant that I had enough points left for a huge blow-out dinner! You know what 18 points gets you? Steak, rice, a lobster tail, cocktail sauce and a Pepsi! Hell, I rarely ate that much when I wasn't dieting!

O, and I have figured out a rule. You know how food eaten standing up has no calories? Well, a handful of cereal grabbed from the box on my way through the kitchen has no points. I'm dead certain of it.

So Rodney Dangerfield died, which was no great shock to those of us who noticed the blurbs in People and Entertainment Weekly that said that he had gone into a coma after heart surgery, but that his wife said that he was "responsive". To me this meant "about to die".

The thing that got me was the idiot woman on the TV calling Rodney the "comedian whose signature line claimed he didn't get any respect". I imagine when Mick Jagger dies, she'll call him the "musician who always said that he didn't get any satisfaction".

And if anyone is wondering how to get people to respond to entries, say something that you don't really understand about genetics! My readers are smart and educated, by golly.

How I understand it now is that the kid in the story has dark brown eyes, and two blue-eyed parents never have a dark-brown-eyed kid. They can have light brown eyes, though. So it was like one of those "if a always equals b and b sometimes equals c, does a always equal c?" questions. Two blue-eyed parents never having a dark-brown-eyed kid is not the same as two blue-eyed parents always having a blue-eyed kid, and that's how they worded it on the show.

I have it clear now, thanks everyone!

Caught up with Secra and Kismet!

Today's horoscope:
You may be a bit testy for a few hours, but if you can get yourself some alone time -- and a nice, hot bath -- you'll be fine. You may even be willing to talk about it without any weapons drawn.

One year ago today:
"O my God! This is so boring! This is so terrible! And it's all! My! Fault! I can't direct at all!!"

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