August 23, 2010
Calling Dr. Freud
Last night I dreamed I was in a play. It was Shakespeare (don’t know which play), and I had a relatively minor role. We were meeting in Colorado for a final rehearsal. Rick was also in the play, and he gently expressed concern that I hadn’t fully learned my lines. The director was that asshole from Inside the Actors’ Studio, and he also expressed concern. I told each not to worry, that I always come through in the end–that, in fact, I generally had no problem memorizing the entire script, and perhaps my present problem was due to the fact that I had a smaller role than usual and somehow that caused me to lose context. I could see that my assurances didn’t assuage their concerns, and I sat and pondered how new that was for me–people always trusted me in the past, why not now? Then I realized that I was wearing only a thin wrap and it had fallen, so I was naked in full view of my fellow actors as well as tourists. Everyone laughed.
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Man, I’d hate to be directed by that Inside the Actors’ Studio ninny.
Oh! I’m sure Rick didn’t laugh; and I plan to beat the shit out of the rest of them, particularly the douche from Inside the Actor’s Studio. And while I’m doing it you can recite the whole script, as you are indeed able to do. Let’s make it an opera!
James Lipton is a national treasure.
Have you seen what the man can do with his beard?
James Lipton. Yes. He did not seem appropriately impressed with my abilities.
And, no, Rick wasn’t there for the laughter. He was there only to help, not to hurt.
I loved the interview Ali G did with James Lipton. I’d look it up, but you know–lazy.
You were naked, and worried about your small part? Hmmm …
Cindy, I’m really glad you can get the entire script down at the eleventh hour because in my recurring dream I have two minutes and I realize that I never even glanced at a script. I’ll be looking to you.
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Cindy! Did you play Shakespeares?
in air quotes
Ha! A ho playing Shakespeares!
I have been trying to get back to this post all day. I saw it early, then was called away by fucking obligations to take care of some IT shit. (Ladies and Gentlemen, the moon is full and ripe for all sorts of shit to appear over the next couple of days.)
Cindy, I would have run to the costume room to find a crisp white chemise to wrap you in. In your dream, for all my worry I might have expressed about your knowledge of lines, I would know, at bottom, it was me who was likely most unsure of my part.
Dang, Rick. I read “I saw it early, then was called away by fucking” and got all excited.
That break in the comments on the sidebar can be quite tittilating, can’t it? I promise I didn’t count letters to make it happen on purpose.
I’m thinking that maybe I ought to try a few commentary come-ons.
Thank you, darling Rick. I know you would have helped me. You were your always-good self in my anxiety-filled dream.
My battery is almost dead. With apologies, I’m going inside.