Tonight marks Year Three of entertaining auditions and my on-going Father Crush over at the island location of one of the Places Where I Teach the Youth of Today.
And luckily so: if not for said event, today would have been remembered as The Day I Thought I Would Get a Paycheck and The Last Unicorn in the Mail but Instead Only Retrieved Something from The Sierra Club and SAG/AFTRA.
I don't think I'll be witnessing anyone dancing with the cardboard from a wrapping paper tube or hear a monologue from Zelda or a few bars of Stacey's Mom, but at least...ah, who am I kidding? I was really looking forward to buying some groceries (albeit all liver-detox related) and snuggling up to such lines as "she has a newness about her."
That was a real stumper in my youth. I thought "newness" must have been a word for birthmark or something, because "newness?" Who says that? Freshness, sure, but "newness?"
Newness, newness, newness, newnessnewnessnewnesslochnessMONSTER!
See also: I don't think I'm eating enough on this diet. I know I can eat however much I want, but I get bored with all that chewing after awhile.
Posted by Ida at September 11, 2006 05:23 PMBut that SAG/AFTRA envelope should contain IMPORTANT VOTING INFORMATION. Make sure Baz sends it back straight away!
Posted by: COMTE at September 12, 2006 10:58 AMThat's why I always get bored with carrots.
Posted by: ian at September 12, 2006 02:43 PM