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Allie's Journey

For the next several months this will be dedicated to information pertinent to Allene M. Maddock. Her care has been assumed by Hospice as of 06Apr12.

Please feel free to call or write her. If you call be patient and take time to explain who you are. Currently she remembers, but you have to help her focus so she truly knows who she is talking to at the moment. We have to do this too, and I frequently say something like, "Yes this is Scott, your oldest."

Her phone is area code two-zero-six, and the number is 216 3816.

Her Address:
Allie Maddock
c/o Queen Ann Manor
100 Crockett Street
Seattle, Washington
    98109

Friday, December 29, 2006

Trepilogue

I made it back to Duncan without incident, on the island train. It was a nice ride, showing streaks of destruction in the form of fallen trees from the recent windstorms. I noticed on the train and driving around Denman Island with Aaron that the wind spawned damage reminded me of the stream beds left from flash floods in the desert. Wind gets funneled into channels the same way. Think of the urban example of walking down the street, and at a certain intersection umbrellas go inside out and hats blow away, but not at any nearby corners.

I saw two movies, Charlotte's Web and Night At The Museum, both tremendously fun. I told Kali and her friend Liv that I didn't like Charlotte's Web because it game me allergies, making my nose and eyes run. Even ten year old girls don't believe me when I say "Boy's don't cry." Kalon and I saw the other movie, while Dave stayed home with Cullen. He loves hanging about the house with the young lad, and Kalon is happy to get out for a break from his terrible two's. I didn't get to see as much of Dave, but we all had a great time, and I didn't stay too long. Everybody felt the visits could have gone longer. The best time to leave, so you still look forward to the next trip.

It's an interesting culinary adventure when I go to Canada. Aaron and Sonya have quite a restricted diet, even more than I so it is pretty laid back for me. They don't use much seasoning, which is also a nice break for me, kind of a relaxing of the taste buds and a respite. I cook the majority of what I eat now, so it is certainly nice to have the break.

In Duncan with Dave and Kalon and the kids it is different. Some food sensitivities there as well, and Dave is vegetarian due to an animal protein intolerance which creates particularly nasty kidney stones. The rest of the family gets a little more meat when I'm around, and in addition to dusting off my old seafood recipe, I tried using fish instead of chicken for part of my buttery tasting pilsner marinade. Something more is needed, but it was quite a hit anyway, disappearing before the chicken did. I was especially tickled their friend with a gourmet spice business quite enjoyed the repast.

So, I end up cooking quite a bit in Duncan, but I don't mind as I don't have to clean up. I generally clean up as I go, rinsing/stacking utensils, tossing trash, and wiping counter and stove tops as I go. Not having to actually wash everything when you're all done is a treat for me. The older kids, Jade and Kali, look forward to my visits, in addition to taking them to plays and movies, they really like my cooking. Thus far my reputation as a gourmet chef is safe with them.

On the way home it was another adventure. We got to Victoria in plenty of time for the Noon Clipper on Christmas Eve, but the seas picked up and they delayed. There weren't any buses available, due to vacation trips and driver vacations, so we waited and waited. We finally departed about 7:30 PM, and by then it was one of the smoothest rides ever. I've got another letter for a half price coupon. Third trip in a row, as my last round trip returned December 30th of last year. My next two trips will be half price. I may have to go for a short trip to Denman Island this Summer when it coincides with a trip down south for Aaron or Sonya. Longer trips in the nice weather are the time for motorcycle travel. They are good for a year, and this year's trip was redeemed on the 13th, for this round trip. I now have two coupons which expire on the 13th and 24th of December next year. Maybe I'll give one away, or go up for Thanksgiving again.

Speaking of cold and motorcycles. The roads were icy the last two mornings, so I wasn't even tempted to ride to work -- much. The only down side I've encountered with the weight loss so far, is the cold. I've lost 35-40 pounds of insulation the last five months, and I'm freaking freezing all the time. If I get chilled, I'll wander around with my heavy sweatshirt and coat on in the house or office for an hour or more. I get chilled easier, but on the up side I can generally get warmed up faster too. The funny thing is I have a wide tolerance range. My brother has a very narrow range, and keeps his house frigid year around. I spent Christmas evening there, and wore the double coats for a while. As I was falling asleep, he turned up the gas fireplace a bit, and I shed coats over the night, waking up in my short sleeved shirt. Funny, as in the Summer it is the other way around. Riding the motorcycle in the cold weather is a little less comfortable than previous years. Here's hoping my metabolism adjusts in a timely manner.

I bought one of my presents for myself on Wednesday. A Zojirushi rice cooker, per BD's recommendation. The first batch of rice I made Wednesday night, was still better this morning, 36 hours later, than the rice out of my old cooker which scorched everything. I sprinkled a little water on it yesterday, and my worries it would get soggy were unfounded. This is a big deal, as I generally dink around in the morning until I get my shower, then I rush out the door. Having warm rice available means I can usually have a quick bite to eat, as I'm rarely motivated to cook or even reheat anything in the morning. I generally have fruit at work or on the drive, and a little warm rice is an important addition, and will often be my breakfast, as well as keeping my body from switching to famine mode by skipping anything substantial in the morning.

I think I'll do a little more experimenting with seafood in the next few weeks. I'm considering re-starting the elimination diet in 2-4 weeks, as my metabolism has changed. In the meantime I'll start having fun with seafood, which I like a lot and have neglected of late. Visiting Dave, who can eat fish but not meat, got me back onto seafood again. I have it a lot when I go out, but after finding out several years ago my favorites like blue marlin, mahi mahi, swordfish, and such were again on the decline and tending towards toxicity thanks to Bush's weakening of environmental protections, I got away from all seafood. Well, time to delve back in.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Travelogue #1

Let the title be warning lest
you be unexpectedly bored.

My vacation started off interesting. I got to the Victoria Clipper pier at 7am on Wednesday. I was expecting to get a good nap on the way.

There was a hardware problem with a a system I support and the dba (hardware/server support administrator for database systems) was working on it, but has a mental block to anything another person suggests or provides, and has no concept of listening to the actual customer, or awareness he is serving another's needs. I had to keep escalating the problem, and finally got it pushed to higher level early Tuesday morning. I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep, so started working before 5AM. I don't know how much was the upcoming weather change, and how much was worrying I wouldn't get things straightened out before vacation. I think the fact I was working five hours earlier than usual had an impact. Bob helped from the dev end as well, and luckily he is friends with the dba's manager which helped. I'm the senior dev on the system, so I guess I ended up playing the bad cop, though I remained diplomatic. Finally, they rebooted the system, which should have happened when I initially alerted them to the beginnings of the problem on November 26th, not on December 12th. Everything works fine for now, my frustration is relieved, and I don't have to work remotely. Happy days.

That night I met Steve and we saw the late showing of Borat, which was disgusting and I quite enjoyed it. Sometimes it's fun to roll with the pigs. A lot of things where you go, "this is about to go too far for me," then bang, the funny stuff they were setting up. I spent the night at Steve's, and he gave me a ride to the clipper, avoiding an early morning commute, and long term parking. A good way to wind down, but another night short of sleep. I didn't get the naps I'd expected on the trip either. I was so happy to be totally off on vacation I felt a bit rejuvenated anyway when I arrived...

The weather moved in earlier than predicted, and when I woke at Steve's feeling surprisingly chipper at 6:15AM on Wednesday, I heard the wind whistling around the apartment building and espied stuff blowing around on the streets, and mused to Steve about the possibility the clipper wouldn't be able to make the trip. At 7AM the boats were tossing like corks at the dock, though there were brief pauses where they just rocked violently. It was a wait, until the calm moments became long and calm enough to board. We got out of the slip about 9:20AM, nearly an hour and a half late. Due to the direction of the wind, that was the roughest bit of the trip. It was actually a pretty smooth ride, though we went up the east side of Whidbey Island, for the longer storm route. We were expecting a little chop crossing to Victoria, but things picked up and the seas for the crossing were over ten feet, and we ended up turning around.

Then a wait at the terminal for nearly an hour, waiting on the charter bus they reserved for those who still wanted to go north. So, once again around 1:30PM on Wednesday, we were departing Seattle. Pretty smooth drive, then a long, long wait for the truck crossing at Customs, which is usually pretty fast. Got to the large BC Ferry landing at Tsawwassen, missing my connection by less than five minutes, hearing the whistle blow as I was rushing to the ticket counter. I had ditched the bus, as I preferred the boat to Nanaimo, so Kalon wouldn't have to drive so far. The next boat was two and half hours later, at 8:15PM. At the landing, I finished reading the third script of the day, and started in on one I was working on for a rewrite. Found a bite to eat, and even though it was stuff I should be able to eat it didn't sit well later on, but it was better than starving. I got into Nanaimo about 10:45PM, 12 hours later than I was supposed to arrive in Victoria. Dave works in Victoria, and was going to give me a ride after work, but by the time I arrived he was back home and asleep, as he was working an early shift, which would have worked perfectly with my scheduled arrival time. Kalon rides the same ferry, on a day when it leaves an hour later, and kind of went on autopilot, so I had time to start reading another script while I waited in Nanaimo.

It was a long day, or technically two, as we arrived at the house a bit after Midnight. I was beat and in great spirits. On vacation, and finally meeting up with my good friends. Kind of a quiet visit for a couple days. Had a couple culinary successes on Thursday and Friday, so my reputation of this visiting chef par excellence is still intact. Since I'm a bit of an improvisational cook I know one day my reputation will be sullied. One of the dishes was a seafood dish, adapted from a recipe I developed over a couple years, but haven't prepared since I lived in Key West over fifteen years ago. It was a white sauce, and replacing the milk and wheat flour with water and rice flour worked better than I hoped. Surprisingly I remembered the little things I did to make the dish unique the night before. Hint, if you want to remember something like a recipe you've created, start talking about it over drinks with a friend. In five or ten minutes you'll recall everything.

Saturday a little before Noon Dave gave me a ride to the Greyhound station, so I could ride back up to Nanaimo and meet Aaron while they headed into Victoria for Dave's office holiday party. I talked to a great 18 year old guy on the bus whom I'd met the day before at a organic cafe in the Duncan Garage, and as we pulled into Nanaimo I saw Aaron in the lot waiting. Had a quick smoke, and started for a little food shopping and the trip back to Denman Island. Got nicely warmed up again on the ride and in the geodesic dome. The farrier came by as both horses had thrown a shoe in the last few days, and when Aaron had dinner ready for the final heating and blending and I felt nicely warmed to the core we went out in time to watch the second horse get shoed, from start to finish. He is one of the few left who hot shoes, so I got the whole treatment complete with clouds of smoke.

Then we, including their friend the farrier, came in for dinner, a movie (Evolution), and socialized. We wrapped up around 11:30PM, though it seemed much later. Aaron and Sonya live off the grid, so it is one of the few places on the islands with dependable power, though the windmill is offline from too much power -- burned out diode during a storm -- so they are back to using the generator to top off the batteries. They usually fire it up in the Summer for a few minutes here and there. Not much wind in the Summer, but lots more sun for the solar panels.

I slept wonderfully last night, and while it was an interesting trip I missed all the power outages. Duncan had lost power earlier, and the nasty storm that slammed Seattle, Victoria and environs passed us by. I'll have to ask the neighbors how long power was out when I get home, so I know if I need to empty the freezer. Meanwhile I'll enjoy my luck and time off. I did read a news account where the wind took down some high tension lines within ten or so blocks of my house, and shorted into the ground, eventually perforating the natural gas line creating an impressive fireball and torch until they could shut down the gas line. I live next to the same lines and pipes. If there's damage to my house or vehicles I think I'd rather wait until I return to find out.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Head Cold Bubba, Really Cold

Go figure. The audition I didn't enjoy, left me a very gracious phone message they had cast the show. Renews my faith and good feelings for that theatre. No other callbacks either. I've a couple auditions this weekend, and dollars to donuts one of them will decide the only time for a callback is when I'm out of town from the 13th-24th.

I have two things on my Christmas list for myself. A good rice cooker. I've got a cheapo, I've learned that Salton/Farberware are the ecko of small appliances. You get slightly less than you pay for. Still it's quick and easy, though it boils over and browns the rice. The other is a new set of clippers. I've an Oster from Costco. Parts are solid, and the guards are not one of them. I'm sporting unintentionally short hair again because it popped off. This time it wasn't a silly bit of business after hanging with friends, it was after my morning coffee and I was wide awake and chipper. At least I'm not a redhead any more. The dye I used faded, from cordovan to more reddish. I don't mind close cropped hair or a shaved pate, but I prefer to choose when. My head was a bit chilled in the helmet this morning.

I go to the chiropractor tonight, then I think I'll bundle up for a movie. Yesterday afternoon I tried several handfuls of peanuts. Didn't bother my gut too much, or at least I don't think so. I got a headache though. And a muscle cramp or ache on the right side of my neck, and the same pain in my chest, the right side. Was some unlisted preservative or the peanuts themselves? The latter I suspect, as I've had bits of peanuts in Thai food and don't remember getting a headache. Damn moderation. It may have upset my stomach too, but I'm not sure as I had a curry for lunch, and I suspect there may have been something there that didn't sit easy. It all makes me a little worn at the moment, and getting toasty in front of the boob tube sounds appealing. If I feel like staying up that late.

It really has me looking forward to my vacation, and hanging out with the laptop in some coffee shops.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Account This

What a tempestuous teacup this Prager is. He writes for TownHall folks, what did people expect? You certainly couldn't have expected something intentionally rational. The ridiculous assertion that a man who lives by vicious insults should not be insulted in return is nearly as ludicrous as listening to the man in the first place. So, stop arguing with the racist idiots who say it isn't fair to insult one of their own. Ignore the dope instead.

Now that brings up an interesting thought for me. The racism, and other types of self-nurturing cowardice simmering and roiling below the surface of publications like TownHall makes me uneasy and more than a little queasy. Is ignoring their farcical hate akin to the danger of ignoring the rattlesnake's warning? Or, does paying attention to them simply feed their ravenous appetite for attention and harming others? When they and their ilk make things up, why do they get any attention when they demand equal time for their fantasies and lies?

The so-called conservatives have painted themselves into the proverbial corner. It doesn't matter what they say, they aren't trusted. They may have their fans, but so do Leopold, Loeb, Simpson, and Rush, but they aren't admired for their virtues either. They have championed so many corporate interests in oil, energy, s&l, tobacco, war contracting, and so on, using outright lies and fabricated 'scientific' studies whenever they say anything now, it is assumed to be untrue. Whenever they propose something which sounds good, they aren't trusted, rather you try to figure out what their angle is.

When Padilla's defense claims the man has been so badly abused his physical and mental health is damaged to the point where he can longer assist in his own defense it is more believable than the government's denial. How did this happen? I wouldn't have assumed our government would do such a thing to anybody, much less a citizen, before w became our unrestrained ruler. Yes, it has happened before. I've read first hand accounts. Yes, it will happen again. In the past, and hopefully in the future these kind of travesties will again be the exception. Yet, our current government feels so omnipotent, so far above US and International law they feel free to deny rights to others and accountability for themselves, things which have been in place since the year 1215. For you intellectually stunted conservatives, remember our law is founded on English Common Law, and as such the Magna Carta really is a precedent for us which is nearly 800 years old.

The most shocking thing for me is that our leaders not only conspired to commit and cover up heinous crimes, they did and continue to do so in high profile cases. Gives some credence to the assertion that deep down criminals are really stupid. Or erroneously consider themselves smarter than everybody else. Either way it is hubris at it's most public.

How did we get to this state? Will we recover? I don't believe we can recover unless the high level architects who held themselves above the law are held to account. Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Gonzales, Rice, and Ashcroft are just a few who should be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Do our lawmakers have the courage to do so? They prosecuted a president for having an affair out of wedlock, of course that was more of a cowardly act against someone they couldn't fight fairly. Will the democrats have more courage? I'd say the infamous blow job is less than a parking ticket compared to the mass murders perpetrated by the war criminals leading our country today. It shouldn't take a lot of courage to do the right thing, unless they are worried about being held accountable too.

Back to the original idiot for this post. Obviously, swearing on the bible (or torah or book of mormon) hasn't made our government ethical or moral. Maybe we should have them swear on Hoyle's. Or better yet, a guillotine and iron maiden. They have brought us back to the dark ages, so maybe those are the appropriate tools for encouraging our elected servants to get back in line.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Past Yesterday

Last night's rehearsal was much better. Not that I'm satisfied with my work, but I had fun and did an okay job. The night before in Edmonds was not so fun. The difference? Organization, and the appearance of regard for the actor. In Edmonds they may have felt they treated the actors with respect, but it was very republican in it's execution. Honestly, I didn't feel disrespected, and there was a actor wrangler, who asked if I was ready the second I walked in. I replied I was pretty early, and she asked if I wanted a little time, and it seemed sincere. The auditors were sitting at their table staring at me in a way that made me sure if I took the offer it would be fatal. It was utterly impersonal. I know that auditors usually don't like the process either, but it would not take a great deal of graciousness to at least pretend to be paying attention. I'd be surprised to get a call back for that one, and if I had to choose between that and another production, well every other auditor/director the last week has made me feel respected and worthy of attention. Pretty easy to decide who I'd rather rehearse with.

It is funny. Sunday I was thrown off balance by three or four auditors who appeared to be ignoring me while they inventoried holes in the ceiling tile. At least I didn't make them lose count. Last night I was thrown off by the warm welcome from the Artistic Director whom I know casually, and introduced me to the other auditors. Now, there is a group I'd love to work with. I took guilt-free time to warm up physically beforehand, and I was able to get back on track right away. Like I said it was not a brilliant audition, but I'd not be surprised to be called back for one of the ensemble roles. I figure/hope it's a toss-up, whether I'm called back.

Here's a fun bit. The second actor after me, was Louise whom I know from Freehold and who did Meisner last year. Then came David who was my classmate in ETI last year, then Ben another of our classmates. Three of the five guys in the class. We got together after Ben was done and had a drink and appetizers at the Wedgewood Broiler. David treated, saying it was outreach for his board duties with Freehold - he just took a position on their board.

I floated my thought about dealing with where we started versus where we were going in ETI and training in general. They didn't feel it like I did, so maybe I was the biggest one sticking me in that rut. Still, I've learned to trust my perception over the years so I can't discount completely the idea that is not entirely an internal challenge to overcome, there are external humps, and I saw it happening to others.

I find it very cool that my classmates and I are auditioning for the same shows. I'd love to work with any of them on a show.

Monday, December 04, 2006

On My Way To Where

I feel tired, cold, and fuzzy. I'll try some of that organic fix the cold stuff. I've another audition tonight, and I don't want to go, but I want to be in the show. Also, I'll be meeting David afterwards, who is auditioning for the same show about an hour later. I'll start reading the script for my audition on Saturday. The weekend auditions went pretty good, and pretty bad. In that order. The cold read of the sides went well on Saturday, though I suspect I'm not appropriate for the role. Last night, the adrenaline hit so hard all the intention, action, and discoveries I'd worked on so diligently for the monologue went right out the window. I ended up with too much conscious thought on remembering things and voice work. Ugh.

I had a personal epiphany, or rather opened the door a crack, and will work on what I think is coming. Forgive me if this is the most obvious thing in the world, it was profound for me in it's simplicity and scope. I was thinking of ETI, and it occurred to me that we are perceived by where we start. The same thing which plagues us in grade school, college, careers, etc. The instructors saw where we started, and that informed them for the rest of the year. We did it to each other as well. What was and is important is where we are going. As I think of all our instructors, a few did see that for us, some more than others. Especially those we didn't have as much contact with. Not only did this pigeonholing happen with peers and instructors, I for one, tended to do it to myself even more. Still do.

It’s really an age old thing. I’ve been constantly working to redefine myself, and experience the challenge in having other’s perceive me in a different way. It happens, not gradually, but in big steps. Friends or family see me working theatre pursuits all the time, but still think of me as the one-time pre-med, former naval aviator, now a computer programmer guy. They’ve seen me change interests constantly throughout my life. Then they’ll see a show I’m working in, and in incredulous voices, "Wow that is a really good play." Somehow surprised I would find my way into quality productions. Of course, I’m surprised myself at times. My folks, Dad and Joyce, are as enthusiastic as they are supportive, and have never had that incredulous surprise. Or, I’ve never seen it. They’ve been pleased and surprised when I’ve made strides, but have never pigeonholed me, or if they did I never saw it. Really, I suspect they probably have, but their openness gets them past it. A few of my friends have been the same way, but mostly those that are artists themselves.

So what do I need to do? Find the faith and confidence my Dad and Stepmother have in me. Let’s see if I can start by believing and doing a tiny bit better with my monologue tonight. Saturday will be a classical monologue, so tonight I’ll continue working on a Caliban (The Tempest) monologue I did for one of my classes last year.

There’s going to be some meditation time the next week or so, on where I’m going. Not so much making big decisions or goals right now, as cleaning out all those "where I started from" preconceptions.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Java #3

That was fun. Reading a good script makes me want to see the show, even if I'm not cast, and they're both companies I've enjoyed but haven't seen in a while. Just had some snacks, a little dark chocolate, a handful of carrots, and an apple. Cuppa joe number three is decaf with a twist. I picked up some dark chocolate, that is billed as unrefined Spanish dark chocolate. The square can be dropped in hot milk for traditional Spanish cocoa, which I suspect is more marketing deception than real tradition, but it sounded good all the same. No milk, so decaf coffee and two squares. Yum. I'll have to try it with some fake milk of the soy and rice persuasions and see how it is.

I got to thinking about my last post. About not being part of the Freehold clique. It is not entirely true, as I definitely am one of the denizens. There are a lot that don't do much outside of Freehold. Since my beginning classes I've done most of my training there, but not much in the way of performances. A few small bits in several Studio Series pieces Paula has directed, but my primary role in those productions was technical director and set/prop designer and fabricator. I've looked for shows outside the umbrella of Freehold. Partly it has been by chance, as I got started with many of the companies before Freehold, and partly by design as I have actively sought parts outside of the rehearsal and performance classes. That is the path which challenges and attracts me more.

Wow, it is a quiet night thus far. Only three hours left (and one left as I proofread). To get my internal clock reset for tonight I did two things. Changed my chiropractor appointment to Thursday evening to Friday morning. I got up and after leaving the house proceeded as though it were evening. Went to the chiropractor, came home and had a nice dinner and two drinks, then watched tv for a while. The first half of Thank You For Smoking. Worked out really well and I don't feel so discombobulated. Normally I just keep going back to sleep all day long, and this longer awake time, followed with the evening ritual worked out quite nicely. This question for me remains. What about tomorrow afternoon, or rather this afternoon. I need to leave the house around 11:30am for an audition (no script to read for this one). Will I get to sleep easily when I get home sometime after 4am? Will I wake up easily around 10am?

I've had manic-depressive confidence swings. One day, I feel good about my level of work and believe I can work well with the established theatres I'm auditioning for. The next moment or day, I feel like an imposter. Like, who am I fooling? Will this ever go away? Should it? Is it a help or a hindrance to actually growing and improving my craft?

This edgy feeling goes along with it. That decision I need to make or line of inquiry I need to pursue is still gnawing at the fringes of my psyche. The frustration of last night and the tiredness that is just now starting to crop up bring it into awareness. I was going to say 'sharper focus', but that is just the feeling not the underlying thing which I hope percolates up pretty soon.

For now I'll hang out for the rest of my shift, and deal with anything that crops up, and say "Hi" to my manager who has the 4-12 shift. A fellow dark chocolate fiend, so that will be the most important bit for the pass down, a little gourmet chocolate to get the shift started right. It worked for me. I had a little turkey soup to keep it going right -- lots of free food but very little I want to try.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Java #2

Pretty quiet so far. About seven pages of Deathtrap left. Both the plays have great scripts, and I'd love to work on either. I'll finish up this script in a little while. Maybe I'll look for Tartuffe online and get started on that for next week. Or not. I bet I have at least four copies of it at home. Pretty much every book with works of Moliere in it.

I had an angry theatre night yesterday. Went to see a show with lots of my friends in it. I'd planned to see it Wednesday, but they cancelled the show. Last night it was sold out, but I was there an hour early. The trouble was I couldn't find the house manager to get myself on the wait list. I went into the lobby to use the restroom and look for him, to no avail. Saw the director and several friends, one of whom wrote me a check for the motorcycle I'm selling him. I loaned it to him at the beginning of ETI, and he bonded with it.

I've been house manager a number of times, including stints at the same theater and have always kept wait lists organized, so that it is first come, first served. Not this guy. He waited until the lobby was stuffed and threw open the doors to the mob. I was the first there, but without any line or organization it was a mess. I got on the list, but not until after five or six people who arrived long after I did. They all got in. I think I was next on the list, but close doesn't count when the house is full.

John, the artistic director was one of our ETI instructors, and about half our class plus many others I know are in the company. I was contemplating a nice donation, since I knew most everybody involved and didn't foresee myself being asked to join up. It is the Freehold "in crowd", which I am not a regular part of. I like working other places for a wider range of experience, which I consider important for any post graduate or professional aspirations. My day job limits my time to be in involved that clique, and drives a need for more varied experience. I have never been or felt left out, just had other things in the fire. It somehow makes me feel small, though I'll not tell anyone in the company why. I wanted to donate my last tax refund to two theatre organizations, and was considering four places. It was about a grand, and with corporate gift matching, I can get a grand each for two organizations. Now it's down to three -- I can't donate to a group I've not seen in action even if I'd considered it a shoe in. So that makes my decision easier I suppose.

Reading scripts is fun. Even though it is more likely I won't be cast, I find it very enjoyable imagining working on the play. Kind of like buying lottery tickets, though much better odds. It's fun fantasizing about the pay off. I only buy lottery tickets a couple times a year, so script fantasies are much more common. Well, off to my last seven pages of fantasy.

Java #1

Hello my naughty little monkeys. Craig Ferguson cracks me up, and I won't be seeing him tonight. Release night at work, when we again improve the site to give you the customer a better shopping experience. I'm on A-shift, 8pm-4am and no Late Late Show for me, no goofy Scotsman calling us his naughty little monkeys.

My group is now situated around related groups, so I have a few co-workers about. More chatting and less blogging is likely. Probably won't get much more of Deathtrap read for Sunday either. I've read The Skin Of Our Teeth for Monday evening, and now I'm wondering why I didn't think to read them in the order of the audition nights. The third audition of the weekend is tomorrow a little after Noon. The director called me late this morning as I was getting ready settle down for my long nap before work. Good thing, as I thought it was scheduled for Sunday.

Working on coffee #1, and have a feeling I won't be drinking as much as I have for past releases. We'll see...