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Sleeeeeeeeeeeep
Jun. 12th, 2010 06:10 pmAnother workday. I continue to feel relatively braindead (not uncommon for this time of year), and am indulging in my usual response of reading a young adult fantasy series -- this time The Underland Chronicles by Suzanne Collins. It's not bad. It's urban rather than pastoral, and it's very pro-science and technology and diplomacy.
Although the book features heroic roaches, I will continue to kill any cockroaches I see in my house, even if they can run three miles an hour and hold their breath for 40 minutes. (I secretly love roaches. But not in my house, where I did not invite them.)
No real progress with casting Hayseeds. I hate casting things in Dallas. It's a big reason I want to move. I can fly people in, but that shortens my rehearsal period.
I have a small jar full of walnuts, dates, and greek yogurt waiting for me in the fridge. Eating things out of jars is always exciting, particularly when they are delicious. Ciro is writing a horror story specifically calculated to upset me (I mean that explicitly; I am the target audience*) and it involves gross food. So upsetting! He has implied that the ending might reveal that pasta has never existed -- that pasta was an illusion. It is the most terrifying horror story ever.
* More accurately, the story is based somewhat on my personal theory of horror, in which very unpleasant things happen to basically good people, exacerbating their worst tendencies. It's a little too true to life to be terribly satisfying, so I usually include a lot of humor and let at least one character manage under the pressure, but not usually the one you think early on, so that we can all feel better and think that person might be us. WHEREAS THIS STORY IS GROSS AND UPSETTING.
Although the book features heroic roaches, I will continue to kill any cockroaches I see in my house, even if they can run three miles an hour and hold their breath for 40 minutes. (I secretly love roaches. But not in my house, where I did not invite them.)
No real progress with casting Hayseeds. I hate casting things in Dallas. It's a big reason I want to move. I can fly people in, but that shortens my rehearsal period.
I have a small jar full of walnuts, dates, and greek yogurt waiting for me in the fridge. Eating things out of jars is always exciting, particularly when they are delicious. Ciro is writing a horror story specifically calculated to upset me (I mean that explicitly; I am the target audience*) and it involves gross food. So upsetting! He has implied that the ending might reveal that pasta has never existed -- that pasta was an illusion. It is the most terrifying horror story ever.
* More accurately, the story is based somewhat on my personal theory of horror, in which very unpleasant things happen to basically good people, exacerbating their worst tendencies. It's a little too true to life to be terribly satisfying, so I usually include a lot of humor and let at least one character manage under the pressure, but not usually the one you think early on, so that we can all feel better and think that person might be us. WHEREAS THIS STORY IS GROSS AND UPSETTING.
