Yesterday was the hottest day since the Earth's crust cooled. I even bought a fan specifically to be pointed at me so that TiVo can have its own dedicated fan so it won't snap off every fifteen seconds.

Around 5.30p, one of the girls in the box office said, "You must be glad, it's almost time for you to go home!" and I answered, "But I'm not going home, I'm going to my other job, which is not air conditioned, to my rehearsal, which is not air conditioned, and then home, also not air conditioned. Frankly, I'd rather stay here."

The one-acts opened last night, and they were very busy, which meant that I made some money, but they had no intermission, which means that not much was for concessions, even with the heat.

I had a good, smart usher that I could leave everything in the hands of while I trotted off to my rehearsal. We didn't have Sheera (Jewish holiday), so I read in her part.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, I learn more about a show when I have to read in a role, and I found that they had been playing one section of the show at far too calm a level. It's dangerous to skip one of my rehearsals, because when you come back I've entirely re-directed your role to be how I would play it! Even more so than I normally do, that is.

I just had them run it for blocking, since I was reading in a lead and didn't have much time for note-taking. It was funny, there was some stuff that I had totally forgot blocking, and I thought "What the hell are they doing? Hey, that's pretty funny!" which is a good sign.

Tonight, I'll be playing Phylis' role, so I'm assuming all of the narrator stuff will change by the time she comes back. Seriously, don't skip rehearsals! It's a hideous error!

Watched my first contest-style reality show last night. I have never watched a frame of American Idol or Survivor or The Amazing Race or Big Brother or any of them, though I admit to watching and enjoying The It Factor and Blow Out and Nearly Famous and more documentary-style reality shows.

And what did I watch? Hit Me Baby, One More Time. Excuse me, apparently that's Hit Me Baby, 1 More Time. And why? I guess because I love Bands Reunited, though this seems a little rip-off-y to me. Amir and his intrepid VH1 crew work like stevedores to get A Flock of Seagulls back together so that NBC can swoop down and plop them in the middle of this show as though they were the ones that got them back together?

Cheats! Thieves! Flock of Seagulls-come-latelys!

Anyway, it was as horrible as I ever imagined a contest reality show to be, only without anyone having to eat a horse's scrotum, which is frankly fine by me. The host is hilarious, this big, cheesy doof with the thickest Northern accent this side of Eric Idle or Michael Palin's cheesy host take-offs in Monty Python, which shows that cheesy hosts haven't changed a bit in thirty years.

Seriously. Eurovision Song Contest cheese.

Anyway, these has-been performers sing an old, creaky song of theirs and then attempt to sing a new, shiny song that isn't nearly as good as the old creaky one, and then the audience votes and the wrong person wins. Is that about how it goes on all of these shows?

The reason I watched was Tiffany, like the reason that I watch the next show will be The Knack, and the one after that, Irene Cara, and she was swell! She really should wear a bra at her age and cup size, but her voice is better and she's a stronger singer than she was in her heyday, and she really has a great presence and seemed to be having a swell time. Of course she didn't win, because she was the best.

I don't know, it's the kind of shitty show for a summer night--there is no plot to have to concentrate on and you can fast-forward through at least half of it. Works for me!

Today's horoscope:
A seemingly irresistible attraction -- whether to a person or a pair of shoes -- is, in fact, fully resistible. And if you're smart, you will resist -- at least your first wild impulse.

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