Post count for this week: three, including this post. The other two consisted of (a) a silly picture meant to take the place of, like, an actual blog post and (b) a link to post on another site featuring a silly picture meant to take the place of an actual blog post.
It's probably for the best anyway. Between working nine hours a day and then rehearsing five to six hours every night this week, I have become one tired little puppy. My wit and humor has suffered for it. The normal comedy filter that turns anger and frustration into funny gems has weekend*, and now I just say things like "Yeah, that would be funny if you suck."
The show is going to be great, no doubt in my mind. We just have to get the damned thing up and running and then the rest is gravy. In the mean time, thank God for coffee.
What do we normally do on Friday again...
Run, palindrome ,nur - two more chances to see this exquisite and subtle piece of comedic wizardry, and one of those chances is tonight. If you've ever wanted to see a masturbating ghost on stage - and I know you have regardless of who you are - now (or next Friday) is your time. Details are in the side bar.
And then, of course, is Measure for Measure! Our preview show is tonight, opener is tomorrow, and Monday is our Press Opening! Details also in the side bar. Come for the culture, stay for the jokes about venereal diseases and unprotected sex!
Oh Shakespeare, you're such a freaking bard, you know that?
*This was a typo that I decided not to correct as it is a great example of a Freudian slip.