Captain’s Log 5,659
First draft is done! Wahooo! We did have a scare last night when Sally started to type and the computer completely froze. Well, not the whole computer…..just our show. Total recovery was impossible, but I was able to make a copy of the file. We lost about a page of work but it was fairly easy to dig back in our wee brains and reconstruct it almost the way we had it.
Now comes the tedious task of polishing the words. We have to read them and see if they fit into people’s characters, etc. I also want to see if the characters are well-balanced. This is an ensemble piece, so no one character is supposed to stand out from the rest. They are all equally weighted. I don’t think we have done that. Some characters need their dialogue beefed up a bit.
We use the word “beef” a lot in this script. I think five times. Considering the length of the play and we are not writing about meat, that is a really high number. But it’s a funny use of the word “beef.” It’s a funny word no matter how you use it. Beef. Think about it.
I just looked at the clearance items for sale at Bed Bath & Beyond. I can see why they want to sell this shit.
This might be fine if you live in a restored lace-filled Victorian home. But not mine. I have never been one for cutesy. Cute, yes. Cutesy, no. There is a difference. I think my house is really cute. It’s filled with whimsical things and the walls are a really nice color. Having a bright orange, green, and black quilt on the wall in the dining room is cute too. I want people to feel like they can play in my house. They can play with my toys and look at stuff without worry. No dainty little vase things to break if you look at them sideways.
I tried to deliver a package of publicity materials to someone’s house yesterday, and once again, I was turned down. I have been turned down for years by this person. I just wanted to stop by and hand over an envelope. After watching some of those shows on hoarding…….I am beginning to get suspicious of this. She let something slip some time ago when she said she stores her shoes in the oven. I think you might be a hoarder if you store your shoes in the oven. I think I am not allowed anywhere near her house because she doesn’t want me to find out. I drove right past her house yesterday (within two blocks) and she told me to drop the package in the mail. Nobody is ever invited to her house.
A sign of hoarding or just being quaint and eccentric?
It just seems odd that I had to spend $4 sending the package when I was right by her front door. And she was home because we were talking on the damn phone.
Something is up. Maybe she is nudist. Maybe she is a female of version of Dexter and doesn’t want me to know. Or maybe she is just a hoarder.
And speaking of Dexter, I am a Time Warner subscriber and now I can’t watch Dexter since they are all having a BEEF over pricing. I have no idea how long they will spat, but it’s truly annoying to have paid for a premium channel and now I cannot watch it. They are all a bunch of babies. Greedy babies. They should go put their shoes in the oven.