OK . . . The Reagans . . .

It may be the first great camp classic of the millenium. It's like Mommy Dearest a la The West Wing. And toward the end, in a bizarre case of show business irony, Judy Davis' perfomance as Nancy Reagan becomes a sort of bizarre homage to Jane (Reagan) Wyman's 80's era performance as the evil matriarch in Falcon Crest.

The other day, I was getting grumpy because the building I work in is now completely decorated for Christmas. I was grumbling about "blah blah commercialism blah blah holiday stress blah blah can't they even wait until after Thanksgiving blah blah."

And then the next morning, as I was riding up the escalator from the BART station, I looked up at the sky and saw God.

He was all big and glowy and smiling. (He's not really a "he," by the way. I just call him that.)

And I said, "Wassup God? I don't see you like this in the financial district very often."

And he said, "Well, they only invite me once a year." He pointed to the Christmas tree in the lobby of my building.

Ancient magic takes a long time to die. "Christmas Trees" were designed to be lightening rods for God.

Happy Thanksgiving!

A little quiet lately because I'm working on this (scroll down . . . it's the show called "Fifty Million Frenchman"). Opening night is right around the corner!

I've got some free tickets for the performances this coming Wednesday (8:00pm) and Friday (2:00pm and 8:00pm). Just comment if you're interested!! The theater is a few blocks from the Embarcadero BART Station.

So lately I've been going to put on my shoes and finding one by the front door, and one like, stuffed under the bed or somewhere equally far away.

And I think . . . how the hell did these shoes get on opposite sides of the house? I mean, the only way I can think of it that I kicked one off when I came home, and then walked around the house with only one shoe on until eventually I removed the other.

But I don't have any memory of walking around one-shoed. You'd think that's something you'd remember.

Do these things happen to anyone else?

Back by popular demand!

For those of you who have been fondly remembering it (or who may have heard about it for the first time recently), here's the link to the Gay Sex Position Quiz from my old site. I'll put a permanent link around here somewhere in the near future.

Be sure and let me know what position you are!!

So what I'm learning is, when you feel like you've got everything completely under control . . . that's when you're really in trouble.

The human spirit is a natural anarchist. The only way to get everything "under control" is to kill it.

Or anesthetize it.

So I'm standing in line at McDonalds because even though I thought I would have sushi this morning, or maybe a crepe, the extremely well-engineered smell of McEverything wafted out on the street like Satan's pheremones and drew me in against my will.

So a couple of bacon McGriddles (yes, I know I'm the only one on earth that kind of likes those maple-laced abominations), a trip to the comic store (where I will look at the DC rack on my way to the Marvel rack and wonder, "Who reads that crap?"), and then pick up my tux for tonight. (Formal event. Psychics in tuxes. It ought to be legendary.)

Then off to a day of rehearsal. First read-thru. Much fun in store.

I swear, I walked by the (closed) See's Candy store on Market Street, and the window display of Autumn Peanut Brittle looked so tasty, I wanted to pull a smash 'n grab on ol' Sweet Mary.

And I don't even like peanut brittle that much.

It's 7:30pm on a Friday night . . . do you know where your William Ted is?

Still at the office.

The truly sad part is . . . I don't have to be. There was truly nothing so urgent going on that it couldn't wait until Monday.

But, you know, I get wrapped up in a project, and I just keep going . . .

And I didn't really have anywhere else to be . . .

Yeah, my life is unbelievably exciting sometimes.

Always remember . . . no matter how uncomfortable a situation gets, if you just imagine that there's a Muppet there with you, it gets better.

Or a Fraggle. Fraggles rock. (Hahahaha.)

So what were you for Halloween?