to say nothing of the dog

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Fuzzy

Wouldn't everything in the world be better if it were coated in a fine layer of fuzz? Like my brain?

I seem to abandon this blog in the midst of projects and then take it up again immediately after. SO!

What I did this past month:

I produced a play. It was pretty good, I think, and it was definitely a good karmatic way to ensure that I don't have to submit paperwork on shows that I'm directing. My god, did References make me want to kill myself toward the end there. No one should have to go to Brooklyn in the rain when they're already ill and stand outside of a maskmaker's building for 45 minutes with their fiance when said fiance is in the middle of finals, and then have the actors reject the masks out of hand because they don't fit well. HATE. Pain. Much sinus pressure and blowing of noses.

But yay! Play that I produced got extended, and so all is well the universe, do a happy skippy dance. We're going for an extra four performances. Also: yesterday I assistant stage managed for a 24/7 play festival. Beautifully strange. Very self-important college students also worked on it.

In future months: directing a reading of M. Giant's play "Sister's Tragedy" at the Tank, hopefully in May. Getting married. Freaking out, man.

Friday, January 28, 2005

Aaand...I'm Back.

Hello, you beautiful white space which no one reads. That's cool. All the more for me.

The play, she opened, she sold-out, she closed. Several things happened. The guy playing the Moon did in fact have to shoot during the play. Heh--shooting the Moon. Heh. An understudy was gotten (who did a brilliant job). It was the FASTEST tech ever, which was brilliant and bizarre, given the fact that I had a terrible flu or cold or walking pneumonia, worsened by the lack of sleep and extreme level of commitments I had. My daddy came to see it, and he liked it! He thought it was professional! Perhaps we put another foot of distance between his ideal of me being a lawyer or upper management, and my idea of me...not being those things.

Christmas itself was lovely. The surrounding mess was not lovely, including lost Christmas presents, travel plans cancelled, and grandfathers having heart attacks. I even managed to hit myself in the eye socket with a corkscrew. It bled. I had a black eye. Wine is dangerous. Just ask Carrie Nation.



Friday, December 03, 2004

Incoherent Shrieking

The post under this post is The Play. It starts in a WEEK. I need to do, like, five million and a half things for it, and I've got today and tomorrow to do them in.

In other rage and paranoia inducing weirdness, the day after Thanksgiving saw me cuddled with my boy, watching Bonnie and Clyde, when I got a phone call. An anonymous phone call! Yay! Anonymous Phone Call Woman asked how I was doing, I told her (living in New York, graduated acting school, engaged), her voice got weird, and asked if I had set a date. I said, yes, June, and she said something involving the Lord blessing me, and hung up.

That'd be Adam's ex-girlfriend right there. Yup.

Then I started to get spammed. A lot.

That's not my cup of tea. But, hey! Whatever.

More importantly, the Coyote has NOT called me back about location of thrift stores for costume shopping, and the Moon has a recurring role on Third Watch that shoots before Christmas. My play is before Christmas. This does not fill me with warmth or fuzziness. More fingers of dread clamped around my stomach, maybe. Hey! When everybody's there, the play rocks!

Monday, November 22, 2004


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Thursday, November 11, 2004

I'm Going to Hell.

I was going to post about, you know, being told that I was going to hell, but it's a nice day, and that trumps going to hell anytime. (For the record, it first pissed me off, and then I was kinda proud of it. Haven't been told that for...oh, six months?)

This morning...I slept in.

Really.

Because I have the day off.

I had shortbread for breakfast.

I went for a walk in Central Park with Adam and the Elmer-beast. All the leaves are falling off. You can almost see midtown from the top of the Great Hill. In the winter, the spire of the Empire State Building peeks out in between the bare branches.

I might go to the bookstore later.

For someone who has been working 13 hours a day, doing the day job, going to class, and getting the play off the ground, it is glorious to roll around on the bed and feel sheets on your backbone. Mattress pressing up against your skin, instead of the polyester woven fabric of an office chair. Light that comes from the glowing ball in the sky, and not the overhead lamp. Snorty dog instead of snorty bosses.


Monday, November 01, 2004

Just for you, Mom

My mother couldn't read the lovely post I wrote about Adam yesterday.

So I traded in my blue polka dots for black text on the white page.

Just because I love you, Ma.


Sunday, October 31, 2004

Lemur Fiesta

Last Christmas, I gave Adam a bottle of Johnny Walker Red, a CD, and the Lemur Fiesta--plush stuffed lemurs from FAO Schwartz. A mother lemur, and her little baby lemur clasped around her.

We had been searching for a present for one of my many many cousins, and we visited multitudes of places before deciding on a dinosaur hand puppet from the Natural History Museum. One night, we walked up Fifth Avenue, three weeks before Christmas. All the lights were out, walking by Rockefeller Center. We looked at the skaters, and the Christmas tree, and the stretch Humvee with a stupid little boy in it promoting some godawful movie. I (loudly) voiced my indignation at the very idea of a WHITE stretch Humvee's existence, Adam laughed at me, and we walked on. We passed by a little shop that sold Japanese candies; they were so delicately displayed that I was afraid that if I breathed on the glass, the candies behind the liquid sand would crack.

And finally, twenty minutes before closing, we went into FAO Schwartz. We ran all the way through the store, examining Go sets, the Simpsons Monopoly Game, and inevitably came to the stuffed animal section. There were stuffed dogs, stuffed cats, stuffed turtles, stuffed dolphins...and yes, even stuffed mama and baby lemurs. I have never, ever seen Adam more excited in a store. His brown eyes glowed behind his wire-framed glasses, and in a voice that I have only heard reserved for small weird dogs, he said "LOOK, ANNE! LOOK! It's a LEMUR FIESTA!"

After I was fired from The Bad Place, two days before Christmas, I decided that I finally had enough time to go buy Adam his presents.

He got his Lemur Fiesta.

I'm missing him tonight, as he's in Washington to meet some higher-up muckety-mucks. So I'm just holding on to the Lemur Fiesta and listening to my small weird dog sound like a tea kettle. Squirrel the Cat is curled up like a hat somewhere, and I didn't have to share my artichoke for dinner. Later on, I'm going to go to watch part of the Halloween Parade with Katie and Jackie and Zack. It's all okay, and good--but I can't take the same amount of satisfaction in being alone that I do when Adam is here. He'll be back tomorrow.

Guess I'm in love.