Tuesday, August 05, 2003
bad. bad. bad. the play is bad.
last night, i felt like someone had tied me to a giant web and left me as a helpless target for passing knifethrowers. horror. bleh.
really, though, i've never felt as walled is as i do. part of it's the way the part's written and a lot of it is the anti-direction the director's responsible for, but . . . in any case, i'm not proud of my inability to break through it.
i'm trying to remember the good stories while we're here, so:
the monkey coming back from a coffee house, beaming, saying, 'they call them 'shooters' here! you don't ask for a shot, you ask for a shooter! the guy said, 'one shooter' and i said, 'no, two!''
and then he sipped, and yes . . .
shooter is shootah is shoogah is sugar. two sugars.
last night, i felt like someone had tied me to a giant web and left me as a helpless target for passing knifethrowers. horror. bleh.
really, though, i've never felt as walled is as i do. part of it's the way the part's written and a lot of it is the anti-direction the director's responsible for, but . . . in any case, i'm not proud of my inability to break through it.
i'm trying to remember the good stories while we're here, so:
the monkey coming back from a coffee house, beaming, saying, 'they call them 'shooters' here! you don't ask for a shot, you ask for a shooter! the guy said, 'one shooter' and i said, 'no, two!''
and then he sipped, and yes . . .
shooter is shootah is shoogah is sugar. two sugars.
