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July 10, 2017:


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Well, dear readers, what a completely wacko day was yesterday. I got seven hours of wacko sleep, with a completely wacko dream that I kind of enjoyed and didn’t enjoy at the same time. Once up, I was alerted to two posts on Facebook that were very odd, one on my page and one on someone else’s. I immediately alerted people who needed to know about it, asking what it was all about. Then I also got an e-mail, somewhat smarmy congratulations on Dial ‘M’ from that person. I called that person out (nicely) on the posts and the e-mail, and forwarded the e-mail to the same folks I’d already written to about the posts. Next thing I knew was the Facebook posts were removed and I got an apology for the smarmy e-mail. Have no idea what’s going on or at play, and frankly I don’t even care.

Then I got ready and moseyed on over to the theater to clean up the murder scene. Well, as I approached Burbank Blvd. I could see it was blocked off and there were police cars everywhere. I swung around, wondering how people were supposed to get to the theater, and went a block south and came up via an alley that leads to the theater. And Burbank was closed off there, too. I got out of the car and was greeted by someone from the theater, telling me there was some big police to-do and the matinee was being cancelled. I looked down Burbank Blvd. There were at least fifty police cars and the bulk of them were one block to the east. Officers had rifles out. So, home I went. For the entire day, there was not one word on the news or online about whatever was going on. I couldn’t quite fathom that. Much later, I was told some jerk had shot himself after a police standoff, what I guess they call suicide by police. Why can’t these people just remove themselves from life privately? The really irritating thing was we had two reviewers coming and we were just about sold out. What a world. I guess they’ll try to rebook all those folks for next week and I’ve suggested we do the talkback then. And if next week is a problem for them I suggested adding a Saturday matinee.

Once home, I rustled up some Wacky Noodles (about six ounces, maybe seven), ate them, and then began the task of figuring out which actors would read which roles – the leads are easy, but everyone else has to do multiple roles. So, that took over an hour, and then I began the arduous task of highlighting all twelve actor scripts. That way everyone know exactly which roles they’re doing. It took all afternoon and well into the evening. At some point I sat on my couch like so much fish and tried to watch a documentary on the Flix of Net about some yoyo who thinks he’s been abducted by aliens multiple times. It’s so fake and so poorly done, with no rebuttals. It’s like the guy made it himself. I had to stop watching after about twenty-five minutes.

The other truly irritating thing is that this damn cough is still as bad as ever – it’s ridiculous at this point – two weeks of it – uncontrollable once it begins. And it begins because frequently I am short of breath. This is all from whatever illness I had – I heard it can linger and linger it has and it’s time for this cough and recurring phlegm to take a damn hike and get the HELL out of me. Other than that, I listened to some music, mostly Martinu, whose music I’m trying to get with.

Today, I’ll be up at some point, I’ll arrange whatever room I decide is best for the reading (I’m waffling at the moment), set everything up. I’ll probably have something very light to eat to tide me over, as I’m sure some of us will go out afterwards. I’m also becoming as familiar with as many of the songs as possible so I an croak them out and at least give everyone an idea of what they are. Then Richard Allen gets here at two and we’ll go through act two and routine and arrange what we need to. There’s no way to do the opening number of act two as the lyrics that are in my script in no way, shape, or form match the demo, the lead sheet, or anything else. It seems they completely revamped it but no one has that music. Eventually, I’ll either have Richard revise it so it matches the script’s lyrics, or I’ll take what they wrote for the other version and make it work for this, basically adapt it as necessary. I’d rather Richard did it, however, and I can help if he likes.

The rest of the week is the Kritzerland show stuff – assigning songs, getting music, all that stuff. I also have to make a show order and write commentary. I may go to the Thursday pick-up rehearsal to work on the murder scene, then we have our weekend performances.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, set up for the reading, eat, hopefully pick up some packages, have a work session, and then everyone will arrive and we’ll do the thing. I will, of course, have a full report. Today’s topic of discussion: What is the scariest things involving police that you’ve been near to? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, unhappy we had the matinee that wasn’t.

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