Saturday, February 23, 2008


I finally made it to Wicked. I've thought about going a number of times. My friends from the theatre world have told me many times that I needed to go, but hey, big time Broadway hits don't come cheap.
Fortunately, Camille and Joanne finally talked me into it, so last Tuesday we were off to the Pantages in Hollywood. The theater was gorgeous and ornate. The production was big and entertaining. The set was amazing and the technical crew left us wondering just how they were able to make it look like it was raining. All in all it was a good time, even the next day with four hours of sleep and an entire work day to slog through.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

New Toy

I blame my tendency to cry at movies (and the occasional Hallmark commercial) on my mother. My father, on the other hand, gave me my delight in cars and also the passion to keep getting new and different cars as often as possible.

For the last several months I've been keeping my eyes open for something to replace my Ford F-150. It had 235,000 miles and I've had it for almost three years and since I'm still making payments on the car, the big green machine's time had finally come. Last week, cruising I found its replacement - a 2000 Dodge Dakota Quad Cab.

It is exactly what I was looking for...actually more. I was hoping to duplicate the first new car I ever bought, a 1999 Dodge Dakota Club Cab. I went one step further. I got the four door. It has only two defects. First, someone tried to wash or wax the hood with something they shouldn't have leaving a sort of dull, scratched effect. Second, it's a V8. I was actually shooting for a V6, but apparently that's one of the reasons it was so cheap (people aren't willing to drive something with such atrocious gas mileage). In fact, I haven't owned a V8 since my first car, a late 70's Dodge Royal Monaco (and they'll probably get about the same gas mileage).

Basically, I wanted something I could drive every once in a awhile that didn't require me to press a clutch. My left leg is tired of the LA traffic and could use a break. Oddly, switching from a manual to an automatic is like loosing a limb. I keep pressing a clutch that isn't there and reaching for a floor shifter that doesn't exist. I almost couldn't get the thing started this morning because I couldn't find the clutch. But I'll persist.

And to family and time you stop by for a visit, I can ferry you around without folding you into the back seat of the Mazda (no, no...your was all for you).

For Becky

So I'm way overdue on this assignment. Becky was good enough to send me a gift and in the accompanying card she asked for some pictures.

Here is her gift, the brass pig, hiding in my hard hat. He was frightened by the much smaller but much more aggressive pink pig key chain.
Here is the brass pig (Boswell the Brass Pig, to be exact) feeling patriotic. He sometimes leads us in the pledge of allegiance. He's just that sort of pig.
And finally, here is Boswell, hanging out at the water cooler. He's happy that the writer's strike is over and thinks that Obama may just win the nomination. That's one smart pig.

Saturday, February 9, 2008


I've developed a strange addiction to Facebook. How can this be? What has happened to me?

I mean...I tried MySpace and found it, well, dumb.

Then Michelle wrangles me into Facebook and I discover all these gizmos and doodads. I love gizmos and doodads. I'll sit answering questions on the never ending movie quiz until my eyes get blurry. I can find out how normal I am...not very. I have a wall with graffiti on it.

I'm hoping this is just a passing phase, but I worry when I see that my sister has more points on the movie quiz than me. What am I, a slacker?

Anyway, I'm sure there's a quiz I haven't answered yet. I'd better get to it.