Gosh! You know what happens on Livejournal? People comment! Heavenly day!

Anyway, what a crazy night! We're back this week doing shows at night, so I'm back on seven day work weeks, which is fine, because I totally need the dough, and having busy nights is great too, because I totally need the dough, but I'd prefer it if I didn't also have drunken playwrights and their brain-damaged families to deal with as well. And one broken chair in the audience that I really could have used. And Equity members complaining that they have to pay for their tickets because I am sold out. Not to mention Joe Franklin, the most useless man in show business, who did not have a reservation but swanned in, expecting free seats.

That sounds like I am being mean, above, about the playwright, but both his wife and daughter are, well, his daughter is definitely brain-damaged, because she told me all about it. I actually like her, she's a sweet girl, but I was just so busy and couldn't get her to understand that I didn't have any seats for them tonight. And the wife is...I don't know. Mentally damaged somehow, I don't know how, but she cries when the playwright is out of her sight because she gets confused and doesn't know where she is. The daughter told me that she lost her memory, so maybe that's it.

Again, I like them fine, but the playwright, who seemed normal the past few nights, tonight was decidedly peculiar, telling me the same thing about five times, about how some of the actors weren't any good last night, and with such a crazy sell-out night (and Joe Franklin!) I needed him to be normal and take care of his family, not leave me to. Not with Joe Franklin wandering in without a reservation, apparently because he is Very Important. Well, he is the best punchline in The Aristocrats, but that's about it.

And I only sold $14 worth of concessions. Boo. Ah well, better than nothing, and the brownies were a big hit. I had cupcakes yesterday that melted so in the heat that I just pitched them all, and figured that brownies were a better idea. I need to remember to bring in more water and Snapple tomorrow. Aren't you glad that I'm writing again and you are hearing all about my concession stand? In detail? You lucky people.

So, last night I watched about half of this amazing documentary on HBO called The Children of Beslan. Absolutely stunning. I turned it off because I didn't feel like crying anymore, but I'm going to watch the rest of it tonight.

Remember last year, when those terrorists took over a school in Russia and took a thousand children and their parents hostage? This is about that, all told by the kids themselves, so matter-of-factly that it just breaks your heart. Not entirely matter-of-factly though, one little girl who couldn't have been more than 5 was at the verge of tears when she said "The terrorists made everyone throw their cell phones away, but then this one girls' cell phone rang. She didn't throw it away. So they shot her. I don't remember anything else."

The one that really got me, the reason that I had to turn it off and wait a day to watch the rest, was one little boy who said "I was hoping Harry Potter would come. He has a cloak of invisibility, so I thought that he could wrap it around us both and we could get away."

These kids are just stunning, how they are talking just like little kids do when they tell stories about what they saw on TV or what they did that day, but they are talking about a woman blowing up or mopping up a pool of blood so there would be more room to sit, or a little boy offering a terrorist 5 roubles to let his mother go.

And I'm all having hysterics about a meeting at work? I have no problems, none. My house wasn't washed away, I don't have a gun to my head, I a lucky, lucky person.

A quick change of subject, my TiVo found something for me that I probably programmed in two years ago, if not longer, and it's finally going to be on on Sunday at 8p, opposite the Emmys, but my Mom will tape it on her new recordable DVD player for me, which is cool, since this is a movie that is not available on DVD.

What is it? It's a movie that, if you have ever seen it, you have never forgotten it, and if you haven't seen it, you are fortunate to be able to see it for the first time. And it's called A Matter of Life and Death or Stairway to Heaven.

And those of you who know what I am talking about just went "Hooray!!" Yes, A Matter of Life and Death will be on on Sunday at 8p on TCM (check your local listings). It's from 1946, directed by Michael Powell, about a flyer (David Niven) who, just as he's about to die, falls in love with Kim Hunter, and accidentally doesn't die. But since he should have, he must go on trial in heaven for his life.

Heaven is black and white and earth is in colour (which I understand Tim Burton stole for Corpse Bride), and my favourite line, which I may be remembering wrongly since I haven't seen this movie in 20 years or longer, is when the angel comes to earth and says "It's so nice to be back in Technicolor again!"

It's a perfect movie, absolutely wonderful, would make a great double bill with Wings of Desire, and you all have to watch it! Trust me.

Today's horoscope:
Politely decline the free tickets to someone else's drama, no matter how they try and entice you to participate. It's never any use to try and stamp your opinions on someone else or their relationship, so resolve to let sleeping dogs lie.

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