"I'm standing on the street screaming my fucking lungs out! Yes! Yes! I'm standing on the street! And I'm SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS! I've had it with you, Ari!"

The above cell phone conversation just about had me in tears from laughter. Poor Ari, she reamed him bad. But apparently, he is a useless motherfucker and she has had it up. To. Here. This is what happens when we open the door in nice weather, people scream at their boyfriends right in front of the door.

So yesterday I was finally going to come in and see the show at my day job! The Palestinian show, the one that got us threatening phone calls, the one with the cute actor in it.

I left the house later than I expected, and was on my way, when I realized that it wasn't a 3.30p show, but a 3.15p show, and there was no way I was going to make it. I thought maybe of seeing the 3.30p show, but I'm not crazy to see it, so I just went to the movies instead.

Sin City was playing at the AMC, and I was dying to see it. A long time ago, Fran lent me the graphic novels, which I loved, and when I heard that Robert Rodriguez was doing a frame-by-frame re-creation, I thought that that was either a really great idea, or the worst idea in history.

The problem with being slavishly faithful to the source material is that, well, the source material already exists, and just because it works in its own medium does not mean that it can be cut-and-pasted into a different one and be just as good. (Written before reading Jette's entry)

Luckily in this case, a movie that looks just like a comic makes for a pretty interesting movie, though I don't know why you would put Mickey Rourke into a movie and make certain that he neither looks nor sounds anything like Mickey Rourke.

Of course, he was completely brilliant, so that's why they cast him, but would it have killed them not to put quite so many protheses on his face? Just because Marv looked like that in the comic is not a good enough reason to completely disguise ol' Mickey.

On the other hand, I don't see the point in casting Elijah Wood just to look creepy and angelic, with not only no dialogue, but no possibility for acting, either.

That said, I loved the movie, just loved loved loved it! It was really hot and really violent (same thing) and though most of the blood wasn't blood-coloured, when it was on people's faces, it was, so that made me pretty happy.

And everyone gave good performances! Mickey and Clive Owen and Bruce Willis and the girl who played Karen Sisco on TV and was quite impressively naked for most of this movie and even unexpected people like Brittany Murphy and Jessica Alba!

Anyway, if you are not into the old ultraviolence like I am, even if it's real cartoony, I'd skip it, but otherwise I recommend it wholeheartedly.

It was such a gorgeous day yesterday.

It shocked me that there wasn't a single person in the lobby of the AMC on a Sunday afternoon when the theatres should be packed, but then I realized that it was the first stunning weekend of the year, so who chooses to be inside?

I later heard that people were stacked like cord wood in Central Park, it was so crowded. I looks like we have turned the corner and it's spring at last.

So I went to the theatre for Shrew and it was a smallish house (again), so I figured now was the time to go in and watch. And it was really good!

I was quite startled! I mean, there are good people in it, I expected there to be some quality, but I did not expect, out of a cast of 19 that only one person would suck! That certainly never happened with the old Shakespeare regime.

It's a double-cast show, and I saw the version with Marguerite and Kelly and Geoff and Nicky, all of whom were great, especially Geoff, who has turned into such a good actor in the last few shows that he just bowls me over. I mean, I never thought he was bad, I just thought he was good enough. But now he's suddenly great, and I realize that it's rather insulting when I keep telling him how good he is in a startled tone, but I can't help it.

My main problems were that these boys really cannot wear those long white undershorts under non-opaque tights (Nicky! And Larry wore plaid boxers!), it's pretty nervy to cut part of the most famous female soliloquy in Shakespeare (rather like trimming down "To be, or not to be", by me) and that if I heard one more instance of sirrah-rhymes-with-hurrah, rather than rhymes-with-mirror (or an east-coaster saying mirror, at any rate, "mirrah") I would start screaming, but when usually it's people's performances that make me want to put my head into a noose, I was fine with it.

Well, relatively fine. Honestly, sirrah-rhymes-with-hurrah, doth-rhymes-with-moth and zounds-rhymes-with-hounds are always wrong! No argument! You say doth-rhymes-with-moth, you sound like an asshole, the end. Say doth-rhymes-with-does and I won't punch you in the earhole.

At least there was no horrendous "DEE-test-AH-buhl" instead of the more normal and less completely wrong "de-TEST-able" as per Romeo last year, and I do mean as per Romeo.

Just got the word that Kelly's going to direct Merry Wives in the fall, so the language is safe in her hands. And I can probably get her to let me be dialect coach as well, so there hopefully won't be any nightmares like the dialects in Rope.

It wasn't a very big house, but I sold another $14.75, which brought my total for the week up to $80.50!

OF course, I spent $115.11, so I'm still $34.61 in the hole, but my major spending in over for awhile, I shouldn't have to buy anything more next week than maybe another bottle or two of white wine and ice every other day, so I should go into profit by Thursday.

After the show, I did inventory and am not missing anything. I thought I was short a couple of Pepsis, but forgot how many I sold on opening night, so nobody stole anything when I wasn't there, which I appreciate.

I sold 15 brownies altogether, so those were a hit, though next time I am definitely cutting them larger and selling them for a buck. The apple juice and Yoohoo, both of which I bought on a lark because they were on sale, sold well, and white wine is officially 2.5 times more popular than red wine, so when I go to Trader Joes to buy a case, I know how to split it.

I'm interested to see how well I do in a week with bigger audiences. I'm expecting the second week of Shrew to go much better.

Today's horoscope:
Okay, so you got a late start. You're still entitled to your leisure time. All you need is the right company and a battle plan. Bet you've already got both.

One year ago today:
Someone to belong to, someplace that belongs to you and the freedom to make your own decisions. If you have those three things, you are the lucky person alive.

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