So you kids who were at drama last night (all four of us, lol).... Don't think too horribly of me for the shoe comment.  Please?  It's not as bad as it sounds.  Looking back it probably wasn't the best tidbit to share, but since it's true I'm not exactly going to deny it happened.  Or something.  It's been bugging me since last night, and  everyone knows that mysterious posts about something only a small fraction of readers understand is the best cure for the soul.

Riiiiiiiiiiiight.

But it was the easiest way for me to address it.  So there!

Wahoo.  Je veux un express.  Deux espresses.  Peut-etre trois.  Trois cent!  *French Laugh*

Brian, your script is amazing.  *Hugs*  Arthur Miller got nothin', especially since he's dead.  (Apologies, Art.)  Although when I found out the brilliant author of The Crucible died, my initial reaction was more along the lines of "You mean he was still alive????"  And then sorrow.  But yeah, whatever.  People die; it's this thing that's been happening for a few years now.  I'm beginning to think that soon celebrities won't be entombed anymore.  They have so much collagen and silicone in 'em that they won't need to be preserved.  Christie's will just auction them off as artefacts for someone to put in the corner to scare intruders.  (Personally, I'd find them as better discipline tools.  "William, don't do that again, or Anna Nicole will come back!"  *Child weeps for fear of implants*)

Now that I've probably disturbed more people than previously thought possible (including myself), I shall proceed to run very quickly somewhere else and make an attempt at being productive.

Ciao!