Tell you all my secrets

First off, a little present for Kathy since she won't get her own damn journal and she won't see it unless I post it ;)

They like the MOOOOOOOOOOOOON!

Now that that's taken care of....2 weeks without an update. I feel lazy, but I just haven't been in the mood to chronicle what's been up with work and all and nothing else has felt important enough to comment on for a while. I know Kathy has missed the updates (since she emailed me about it ;)) so here it comes....the 2 week overview:

( What I saw... )

( What I read... )

Things are not quite as rosy as they have been at ol' ANSP. I think I might need some of the good thoughts I asked folks to send Scott and Kathy. The show is going pretty well in spite of a few things that are making me wonder if someone has been quoting Macbeth behind my back. A few days ago our female lead sprained her ankle so she is hobbling around in one of those gigantic moon-boot braces and won't be fitted with a smaller, lace-up one until the day we open. A couple days before that, one of the other girls in the show tried to talk, stand and exit at the same time which resulted in an amazing belly-flop. The poor thing looked like Flat Stanley, but then she started giggling and complaining about how she hurt her boob. Well, it kept hurting her more and more until she finally went in for an x-ray and today they told her she has a broken rib. Since they are all playing sled dogs in this show, the cast has taken a vote to add a line about the musher beating his dogs to explain all the injuries.

Mark and I found out the local place where we rent X-Box games also stocks some great movies. We found Ringu 0 of all things.

( Cue spoilers and rant )

Okay..much better now.

I also finished reading Bones of the Moon by Jonathan Carroll. He is Mark's new favorite author, so I bought 3 of his books on Amazon for his birthday. Mark thought he might be dead since he hasn't been able to find any of his books published after '89 or so, but through the combined wonders of Live Journal and Amazon I discovered he is alive and well and living in Vienna. Apparently his books are only published in small batches in the US and go out of print almost immediately. He is going to be one of my favorite authors too, now. Bones of the Moon is like an all-good-parts Stephen King novel or a really successful Jonathen Lethem story. I had to reread the ending a couple times just because it was so strange. I just can't decide which one to start next.

We went to Mark's mom's for Christmas Eve dinner last night. They actually made steaks and some of the biggest lobster tails I have ever seen. I am not kidding! These things were like Red Dwarf Space Weevil Jokes Huge! They must have weighed a pound each. Mom also made an amazing rice pilaf thing and creamed spinach. She hasn't hit the whole grandchild thing for a while, so maybe it was just that aunt Meri was heckling me about wanting a grand-niece for Christmas next year, but I swear the more of the spinach I ate, the more mom's eyes started to sparkle. I could almost hear her brain going "Healthy moms and babies need folic acid...." as she handed me the dish for the 4th or 5th time. She even insisted I take the leftovers home with me.

We went to see the boys last night. Murray has no idea who we are, just some nice bipeds who came to visit while his normal folks were away who brought primo nip. Nemo remembers, though. Every time we left the room he'd run to see where we were going and he came downstairs with us when he left and looked so torn, us or Murray and the toys, us or Murray. I cried and cried.

We woke up slow today, made bacon and biscuits before getting to our presents here at the house. I got the Shakespeare Cats calendar I wanted, a bunch of DVDs and some new plays and other wonderful things. Mark put in the copy of High Fidelity I got him the moment he broke the seal on the case and I was being annoying and reading aloud parts of Corpus Christi and the new Neil Gaiman story from Black Heart Ivory Bones. ("None of them know that one day, in their turn, Boys and girls will find themselves become bad kings or wicked stepmothers," It just gives me the shivers!)

Well, the show opened! I think it is the first time I actually got so "into the moment" stage managing even I can't tell you objectively how it went. It was great, things just flew by and the audience really seemed to love it.

I finished re-reading Logan's Run last night. I'd forgotten how good it actually was! There were parts that really reminded me of Ira Levin's futuristic novel about trying to escape from utopia. I really wish I had the rest of the trilogy, now. Dumb old Slystalker, borrowing it and then falling off the face of the world.


I also, finally, finished Neil Gaiman's Smoke and Mirrors. I saw three of the stories for that adapted into short plays for the Fringe and I have a total burn on to try to adapt two others myself. Just monologue plays, I think. Although...one might be fun with the action happening in the background as a dumb-show if I can find a magician who does the box trick really well.....

Not much else to ramble about. Just getting ready to hang up posters and do a bit of Christmas shopping. Amazon had to split my order so the cards I splurged on haven't even been sent yet. Just watch - they'll get here around the 23rd.