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I can't find my date book. I've got things written down wrong on my calendar. I'm having memory lapses again. I was 100% sure my interview today was for 1:30. It was for 1:00. So that's screwed, although they did tell me I got more done in my quickie interview than the others they interviewed that day managed in the full time. I told them truthfully that's me--I do more with less than anyone I know, in terms of money, time, and everything else. They were very nice but I'm sure I blew it. And I'm equally sure that if I'd been as early as I THOUGHT I was, I'd have gotten it.

I went home and continued to try to make two identical bag hats for Antipholus. I was making them out of a black velvet skirt and some black and gold fabric I sacrificed from one of my Goodwill trips. Had I been making flat caps, they'd be done by now. I had enough fabric for a two identical black flat caps, trimmed in gold and orange. It would have been impressive, esp with a red jewel and black feather.

But no. She likes the bag hat because it slips and slides over the actor's eyes and he makes a funny bit out of the constant struggle with his hat. (IMO, that's for a Dromio or a Grumio, not an Antipholus.) So to have enough fabric I had to bumblebee the black and gold, then cut it into a circle, then gather it. Gathering fabric's easy, normally, but this stuff didn't want to gather evenly. I had to pick out every seam and start over so many times.

I began to freak out.  It was getting close to 2:30.

The director had, at the very last minute the day before, scheduled a 3pm rehearsal right before our show, and I knew I wouldn't make it. Our curtain was at 6, so when I said I would be late, and the SM asked how late, I said I'd definitely be there at 5 and she freaked out and said "but call's at 4:30," so I said I'd be there at 4:30 no problem, just not the 3pm rehearsal because of a "work" matter I couldn't get out of. Which really was almost the truth--I did have some clients who wanted to schedule readings today. I still believed in the possibility of identical hats. And then the needle broke. I broke down, pulled it together and rushed to the theater, early for the original call, but having missed the impromptu rehearsal.

At 4:25 I approached the theater, and was met by a furious director who told me that had I been 5 minutes later I'd have been re-cast.  She had seen me at my interview and therefore "knew" I didn't have a prior work commitment. She added that there was more she'd say but she wanted me to be good onstage.  That didn't help. I had a full-on crying jag and anxiety attack. I did ok onstage, but I don't think it was my best work. I felt disoriented and awkward, fake.

So we got the performance over with, and I went home. I guess we're going to the cast party but I really don't want to. I really feel like a failure because of those stupid hats, and because I've managed to do so many things wrong during this rehearsal period. I'm not deriving any creative satisfaction, nor am I getting any personal satisfaction, nor have I made friends with the people I set out to make friends with. I wanted to get closer to the director and her buddies, but that hasn't happened. On the bright side, I'm okay with that now.

Last year I held curtain for half an hour for Kate's damned dress, and I didn't do a number on the costumer/cast member the way this lady did on me. I doubt anyone remembers that. LOL!

It's going to be a nightmare having two strikes in one day to go to. But at least after tomorrow it will be over for awhile.
I may not leave the house for a very, very long time after this. I'm considering backing out of everything I've scheduled after that, finding homes for my cats, and just checking out. Life has gotten steadily worse over the last 20 years, and was really not that great to begin with. There's no reason to expect things will improve. That's kind of like expecting water to flow uphill or entropy to reverse itself. It is what it is, as people are fond of telling me.

I am currently working with two directors doing two different Shakespeare comedies. Neither one of them is Oxfordian, nor is either of them sufficiently familiar with Shakespeare to really understand the authorship controversy.

Both of them proceed from the premise, "Shakespeare wrote for the masses." Which I could debate, really. Ben Jonson wrote for the masses. Wycherly and Webster wrote for the masses. Shakespeare wrote for himself, and for other Trojan War geeks. The masses still loved what he wrote, but they were not his main concern, nor was he a "hack."

No hack writes a six hour play, (Hamlet,) a play about succession law trivia, (Richard III,) or Timon of Athens. This guy wrote to please himself, and just happened to please a lot of others into the bargain. You can see the difference for yourself if you compare him with his contemporaries. It becomes apparent quickly which things are devices of the time, and which things are his own personal private axes to grind.

But the point these directors are trying to make is that Shakespeare wrote for the masses, and therefore isn't "sacred." You can cut or rewrite Shakespeare. I heartily agree. You can cut or rewrite Sondheim or Snoop Dogg, too--they're not "sacred." But would you really be improving the works, if you did so?

I think you really have to know what you're doing. It's not enough to just go through the script and change all the words you don't understand or that you think are too hifalutin'. Shakespeare is no more "sacred" than Tennessee Williams, but you wouldn't decide to cut all Blanche's lines about the "Varsouviana" just because people might not know what it is. You'd rely on context and your sound technician to get it across. And you'd encourage Blanche to familiarize herself with it, maybe do a few steps of it.

There's nothing wrong with cutting Shakespeare, provided you know what you're cutting. Nor is there anything wrong with adding things in. I've seen wonderful productions that relied on improvised bits.

That said, I think one director, who is steeped in Renfest and historical lore, did a fine job with his cuts and additions.  If you haven't seen the Barn's MidsummerNight's Dream, see it. It's one of the best versions I've seen.

The jury's still out on Comedy of Errors,  but my heart sinks a little lower each rehearsal, as I struggle with lines that have been corrected so that they no longer rhyme or scan, and are peppered with "you's" where "thee's" and "thou's" used to be. (Is there really anybody who's still confused about thee and thou? Those who don't have church and Bible have Freshman French and German, or Renfest Academy, right? What's hard about thee and thou? Of all the words in Shakespeare, these aren't the ones I'd cut.)

There is nothing worse than watching people who don't know what the words they're saying mean. Unless it's watching people who have changed those words to be "easier," and STILL don't know what they're saying. 

And when did it become an insult to the actor, to do table work? I cannot imagine anybody trying to do "Sordid Lives" without knowing who Tammy Wynette was, or playing Brother Boy without knowing any of Tammy's work. But try to tell someone that a capon is a neutered chicken or that a certain phrase comes from song or incident of Shakespeare's time, and you'll be accused of trying to do that actor's homework for him.

Nobody would be offended if the director told them, at a read-thru of  "Streetcar Named Desire," that flores para los muertos means flowers for the dead, or at a read-thru of "Fiddler on the Roof," if you told them that Mazel Tov is an informal blessing that basically means good fortune. So why are people so touchy about being told what Shakespeare's words mean? Is it because we're attached to the idea that Shakespeare's words can mean whatever you want them to mean?

Because we don't know so much of the language, I think a lot of people would rather use Shakespeare as a dramatic inkblot, reading what they will into it, than actually be bothered to find out what it's really about. Which is a pity, because to be honest, Shakespeare is funnier, more perceptive, and more honest than most people. He may not be "sacred," but he's probably more talented than you are, which is something to bear in mind when you go about re-writing his stuff. He deserves at least as much respect in that regard, as Sondheim or Snoop Dogg. His plays are verse, and if you're going to change them, at least do so in a way that's consistent with his rhyme scheme and meter.

"Little Lighthouse"

She's a little lighthouse when she
Opens up her huge eyes
And streams of diamonds shoot out
'Til we're wading waist deep in her brilliant love

She's a little lighthouse when she
Opens up her red mouth
And gold word ribbons rope and rodeo
The dark clouds in bouquet above

For how long will this dark age last?
For how long must we wait to learn?
Across the black and fossil ocean vast
I spy love and she doth brightly burn
Love sure lives in the right house

She's a little lighthouse when she
Opens up her huge mind and
Thoughts descending spears of crystal
Build a Jacob's ladder up to love

She's a little lighthouse
When she opens up her red dress
Show skin of rubber marble
Lit by knowledge and the fireflies above

And can others see this splendid beam?
Or do they navigate in dark?
If you ever want to dock your dream
Well you'll need love to guide your fragile ark

Love sure keeps a bright house
She's a little lighthouse


I think this is how most women would prefer their lovers to think of them. I particularly like the line "lit by knowledge and the fireflies above." I frequently get the bit about the "splendid beam" stuck in my head, probably whenever I'm losing the thread of my connection to Aphrodite.  It's like an anthem to Venus, to the Star Card, and to the possibility of Divine and unconditional love as experienced through an intimate relationship. Pagans take a vow at their weddings, to worship the god/dess through one another, but we usually forget how at some point.

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SONNET 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

This is such a fun sonnet, because it's about everyone's favorite subject, eternal, unconditional love. It's about real love, which "looks on tempests and is not moved." This is like the love that remains when feverish infatuation is over.

If you're into heraldry at all, you will notice heraldry puns here. It's a funny little habit of Shakespeare's, but he outdoes himself in this poem. "The remover" changes entries in peerage books, and removes inaccuracies from family crests and coats of arms. An alteration is the mark on a coat of arms, which differentiates the second son from the eldest, the heir. Bending with the remover to remove, would be a real Lucy Steele move. You don't dump the disinherited heir you love, for his younger brother, even if that brother is now the heir apparent.


Card: 2 of cups
Song:  In My Life, by the Beatles.

Weeds is back! Hurray!

But I'm about tired of the Mexican druglord stuff.  I think you have to live in California for that stuff to be all that meaningful or resonant. I miss Agrestic. I miss when the people resembled people I've actually met. Jenifer Jason Leigh at least brings back a little of that. She's incredible and she and MLP make an awesome pair. Why haven't these two made a movie?  

Remember when we didn't think Nancy should sleep with Andy? Remember when she was a halfway decent Mom? Remember when Doug wasn't completely pointless? When it seemed like he and Celia might actually be a good plan? Remember when Isabelle and Dean were likable? Remember when Silas was the LEAST responsible member of the family?

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Oh, my Gods and Monsters, as a friend of mine is fond of saying.

http://www.freewillastrology.com/horoscopes/aquarius.html

I'm not sure I believe in love in the sense that other people do. I get the feeling it's all a huge misunderstanding. Nature cooked up a big pot of drugs meant to trick us into breeding. Because face it, having kids hurts, it's a hell of a commitment, and 75% of parents surveyed in the 1980's said it hadn't been worth it and they wouldn't do it again if they had it to do over. Parents surveyed n more recently, were about 25% less happy than non-parents. We expect it to make us happy but it doesn't. We hate it.

So nature needs to trick us into it.

So she loads us with chemicals, and we go into an altered state in which nothing on earth is as important to us as the happiness and well-being of the beloved, (except possibly being in their presence.) These emotions, loyalty, devotion, possessiveness, protectiveness, need, are actually intended for the future offspring, but they kick in early on, and serve the very useful purpose of keeping two adults together and bonded until they've actually achieved procreation, and for about 3 years after. We mate like crazed weasels until someone gets pregnant, at which point we have about 3 years left of limerence. This emotional dependency motivates the male to help feed the female til she's done breastfeeding, and motivates the female to hang around the male, thereby keeping other males from eating the baby. The whole business is meant to get the baby weaned and on its feet and too big for an adult male to eat, before Mom gets a new partner.  Dad at that point is free to scatter his seed elsewhere. Everybody wins.

The problem is that we have these big brains. Not only are we smart enough to use birth control and just plain not reproduce, but we also want love to mean something, in the absence of breeding. The result, is romantic love. It's a lot like drinking milk. Nature didn't put it there for us, but now that we've had it we've built an entire lifestyle around it, culminating in pizza.

Marriage is like cheese. The milk (love) wasn't even intended for adult human consumption in the first place, but not only do we consume it, we ferment it and make it into an art form. Then, not content with this, we have to elevate it to a further art form--combine it with various unrelated things, such as herbs, bread, wine, etc....which could be compared to things like bondage and poetry and music.  The whole thing is very artificial.  We don't even realize that marriage is as much a form of adoption and domestication as it is an act of love.

Or it is, if the love lasts. Eventually the chemicals wear off, and there you are with this giant adult you've adopted running amock in your home. It's very disturbing.

So I'm down on love today. Or maybe I just want a pizza.

Sonnet 66

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone

Aptly numbered, this sonnet cries out against all the evils of the world. The author states that he'd happily die if it weren't for his love, who would be left alone. The author has a specific complaint, hinted at in "desert a beggar born," (the deserving don't always inherit,) and "purest faith unhappily forsworn, and guilded honor shamefully misplaced, and maiden virtue rudely strumpeted.." etc...

Some sort of very heavy disgrace, that mysteriously never made it into the bios, dogs this man's steps. Someone is exerting control over the poet's words and behavior. He feels like "captive good" attending "captain ill," forced to serve someone who exploits his service to do evil.

Cards: The Devil, Nine of Swords, Ten of Swords Reversed.

Sonnet 130

SONNET 130
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

This used to be my very favorite. I love the everything about this--particularly the tossing aside of poetic conventions and saying the love matters more than the idea of perfection.

Cards: Empress, World, 9 of Pentacles.

Sonnet II

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a totter'd weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.


This sonnet sings the praises not of romantic love, but of marriage and family, and above all, immortality through reproduction.

This is one that I think betrays that the "Fair Youth" might not be who everyone believes him to be. When forty winters beseige a man's brow, it's not too late to beget a son. In fact, a cursory study of noble fathers of Shakespeare's time reveals that men very often married for the first time at 35, and took second wives even later in life, begetting all the way.

Biologically, there's no reason a man couldn't beget a child on his deathbed, and socially, no reason to consider lack of youth or beauty to be an obstacle to a wealthy lord marrying a fertile young woman. There's something fishy about the way 17 sonnets frantically urge their subject to marry and reproduce, and then suddenly our poet drops the subject.

It's hard to picture a young man being so obsessed with his own beauty that he'd enter into marriage at 18, in order to preserve it. It's very easy to picture said young man saying, "I can wait til I'm 40."

Hank Whittemore thinks the first 17 Sonnets are addressed not to a Fair Youth at all, but rather, to a woman fast approaching menopause, whose unique situation in life made her a Prince, (and therefore male,)  beardless, (and therefore a youth.) I'm inclined to think he's right, actually. The phrase, "proving his beauty by succession thine," contains two hot buttons. Beauty was one of Elizabeth's nicknames, and the succession was the hottest issue throughout her entire reign.

The sonnet hints at a rich inheritance waiting for the lucky offspring, should the subject of the poem relent and produce an heir, and points out what's in it for the reluctant parent.

Card: Ten of Pentacles

Music: I Heard Someone Crying, from Secret Garden.
"Maybe I was dreaming of a garden growing far below, maybe I was dreaming of the life that I will never know..."

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Sonnet 147

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve,
Desire his death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

This is one of the most beautiful sonnets, but also one of the darkest. It's something most people have felt, at one time or another. The comparison of unrequited love to an illness or fever is an apt one. The sonnet describes an addictive, illicit or forbidden love. The writer's own reason advises him to leave it alone, but he prefers to indulge his appetite for this person, and then suffer the consequences. He actually wants to die because of these feelings. This "love" is killing him.

He is admitting it's an addiction, an obsession, an illness, and not the pure, bright spiritual love celebrated in some of his other poems.

The picture is painted perfectly, and the ending couplet, "I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, etc..." is the ultimate cry of betrayal and longing, coupled with finality. There is no hope here. As black as hell, as dark as night, is a hell of a thing to say about someone you're in love with. She has to have done something pretty bad, to deserve that, which is why this is not my number one favorite sonnet, in spite of its dazzling beauty. 

Tarot card: The Devil, Addiction, deception, self-deception, and blame.  And that part about "my thoughts are as madmen's are," also fits well with the Moon Reversed.

And in direct contrast with Merry Wives of Windsor, which I'm going to see on Saturday night,  I'm re-posting the sonnet kellyrfine posted today, because it's in my top ten favorites.

It's reasonable to have ten favorite Shakespeare sonnets, right?

Sonnet 29
by William Shakespeare

When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.


I could go on and on about this sonnet.
Anybody who's ever experienced genuine depression understands that bit about "with what I most enjoy contented least."  But I don't think I want to explicate this sonnet today. I don't think I want to go into who I think he's talking to, what I think it means, whose art he could possibly have envied or who he felt an outcast among, or what hopes he wished he were richer in. Or what guy he believed had higher hopes, and about what.

I'll just say that of the Tarot deck, this sonnet corresponds most closely to the meaning of the 5 of cups, in which a grieving figure, pondering his great loss, risks losing all he has left, by looking the wrong direction.

And I'll quote one of my old lines from Comedy of Errors. I once played Luciana, who cries out to a man she thinks is her sister's husband, "Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight!"  Of course, Antipholus of Syracuse is gazing exactly where he should, and scorns to change his state with kings....or at least with his twin brother.

for the next week, I'm going to match my favorite sonnets, in descending order, to Tarot cards. No song, no movie. No connection to prior readings. At the end of the week I'll return to the previous format.

The World--Key 21

Description: A woman dances, twirling two batons, in the center of a wreath. Surrounding the wreath are the spirits of the four quarters, which also represent the four High Holidays, or cross-quarter days.  Arranged widdershins--Taurus, May 1, Beltane, earth, Leo, Aug 1, Lammas, fire, Scorpio, Nov 1, Samhain,  water, and finally Aquarius, Feb 1, Candlemas, air.  The woman is nude except for a diaphanous veil across her genitalia.

Interpretation: Abundance, fertility, achievement of one's goals, the birth of a child, fulfillment. The attainment of one's hopes. Considered second only to the Sun in positive significance. Ultimate union of opposites, Lord and Lady in one person. The cosmic riddle. Reversed: Rejoicing in sensuality and creature comforts, but can be materialistic, shallow.  Unwanted pregnancy, blessings without wisdom.

Because this card actually contains a cast circle, it can be powerful magic for one who knows how to use it. Its number, 21, reduces to 3, linking it to the Empress card. 

I've seen this card signify a lottery win, the birth of a child, a dream job, or the purchase or sale of a house.  Things to ask yourself:  what am I thankful for?

Movie: It's a Wonderful Life, Miracle on 34th St, Field of Dreams. Song: Because, by the Beatles, "We Are The World."

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Still have "Ballad of Lucy Jordan" stuck in my head, along with "Coward of the County" and "The Gambler," which can be hummed to the same tune and easily mistaken for each other. Not sure what my brain's trying to tell me with such "up" tunes.

I feel like banging on the "ceiling " and asking Grandma to put something good on the record player already. Surely she knows some better songs.

YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST, I want to know 28 things about you. I don't care if we've never talked, never really clicked, or if we already know everything about each other. I really don't. You are obviously on my flist, so let me know with whom I'm friends!

1. Your Middle Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movie:
5. Favorite Song or Album:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
9. Do we know each other outside of LJ?
10. What's your philosophy on life?
11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?
12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
13. What is your favorite memory of us?
14. What is your favorite guilty pleasure?
15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarky) - what are they?
17. Can we get together and make a cake?
18. Which country is your spiritual home?
19. What is your big weakness?
20. Do you think I'm a good person?
21. What was your best/favorite subject at school?
22. Describe your accent:
23. If you could change anything about me, would you?
24. What do you wear to sleep?
25. Trousers or skirts?
26. Cigarettes or alcohol?
27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together? (If you have no idea, just say something crazy, it'll entertain me!)
28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you

9 of cups

Description: A well-fed merchant in a red hat sits, arms folded, smiling complacently, in front of a curved table on which are arranged 9 golden cups. The table is covered with a blue cloth.

Definition: The law of attraction. Cups represent emotion, and 9 is a magical number, being 3x3, and also corresponding to the number of months a human fetus takes to gestate. This card is wish fulfillment. There is even a tradition that says if you wish on this card, the wish will come true. The querent has only to state his/her wish, and it will be given to him/her.

Often not defining our wishes, is the main reason they don't come true. This card urges the querent to be aware of his/her real feelings. "Be careful what you wish for--you might get it."

Movies: Big, Wizard of Oz
Songs: When You Wish Upon a Star, Passionate Kisses,  Out The Blue

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Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? Closed, to discourage cats from using the closet as a pitstop.

Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel? Not usually--I don't usually like their type of shampoo.

Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? In--monsters can get your feet otherwise. Plus I need my neck covered to get to sleep, for the same reason.

Have you ever stolen a street sign before? No.

Do you like to use post-it notes? Yes..

Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? Often.

Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees? I'd rather not be attacked, but I would rather be stung and swell temporarily, than have an arm torn off.

Do you have freckles? Rarely.

Do you always smile for pictures? Usually.

What is your biggest pet peeve? People who lie to me, people who are deliberately cruel.

Do you ever count your steps when you walk? When it's necessary.

Have you ever peed in the woods? Yes.

What about pooped in the woods? Yes.

Do you ever dance even if there's no music playing? Often.

Do you chew your pens and pencils? No.

How many people have you slept with this week? Zero.

What size is your bed? Queen-sized.

What is your Song of the week? "Hold On," from Secret Garden, "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen, "Losing My Religion" by REM.

Is it okay for guys to wear pink? If they want to, sure.

Do you still watch cartoons? Of Course!

Whats your least favorite movie? The Cars that Ate Paris.

Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? In a high yield investment.

What do you drink with dinner? Lemon water, iced tea, or, if I'm rich, red or white wine.

What do you dip a chicken nugget in? Nothing. But I'll dip a fake chik nugget in hot mustard.

What is your favorite food? Whatever Malvito cooks for me; tonight it's meatloaf, although he does make a kickin' scratch pizza.

What movies could you watch over and over and still love? "A Midwinter's Tale," "An Ideal Husband," "Noises Off,""Fried Green Tomatoes," "Topsy Turvey," "It's a Wonderful Life."

Last person you kissed/kissed you? webgiant, last week.

Were you ever a boy/girl scout? Nope. Campfire girl

Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? Yes--I regret not doing this in my youth when it would have paid very well.

When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? last year..

Can you change the oil on a car? In my sleep.

Ever gotten a speeding ticket? Yes, ma'am.

Ran out of gas? Yes.

Favorite kind of sandwich? Portobello Panini.

Best thing to eat for breakfast? fresh-squeezed orange juice, and a "Harvest Benedict" from Le Peep.

What is your usual bedtime? Between 4:00 A.M. and 10:00 AM

Are you lazy? Sometimes.

When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween? A butterfly, a geisha girl, The Wicked Queen, and a vampire, all made by my very talented mother.

What is your Chinese astrological sign? Tiger or Ox, depending on who you read..

How many languages can you speak? English, broken French, pidgin Spanish.

Do you have any magazine subscriptions? No.

Which are better legos or lincoln logs? Legos.

Are you stubborn? Terribly.

Who is better...Leno or Letterman? Chelsea.

Ever watch soap operas? Only Dark Shadows and General Hospital, long ago.

Afraid of heights? No.

Sing in the car? All the time!

Dance in the shower? No.

Dance in the car? love chair dancing.

Ever used a gun? A bf used to try to teach me....ugh.

Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? A few years ago.

Do you think musicals are cheesy? Not usually.

Is Christmas stressful? Yes. It was bad enough before Mom died, but now that she's gone I hate the entire thing, from shopping for people I barely know, to eating with people I barely speak to, to listening to people bitch about the music, (which IMO is the sole redeeming feature of the whole sorry business apart from maybe "It's a Wonderful Life.".)

Ever eat a pierogi? Yes.

Favorite type of fruit pie? Strawberry Rhubarb.

Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Actress, Novelist, Veterinarian, Queen.

Do you believe in ghosts? Yest.

Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Say that again?

Take a vitamin daily? Used to. Don't see the point anymore.

Wear slippers? Not currently.

Wear a bath robe? sheer cotton in summer, heavy velour in winter. Both purple. With stars. LOL!.

What do you wear to bed? Bra & T if it's hot, nothing if bed partner is nude, flannel PJ's and socks, if it's cold.

First concert? Asia. First real one, Monkees with Weird Al opening.

Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Wal Mart.

Nike or Adidas? Whatever's on clearance at Wal Mart when I need shoes..

Cheetos Or Fritos? Neither.

Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? cashews

Ever hear of the group Tres Bien? No

Ever take dance lessons? Eight years of ballet, tap, and jazz, three years of belly dancing. Dance movement in college.

Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? I can picture my current spouse becoming a programmer, a technical writer, or a PC repairman. Or a paralegal.

Can you curl your tongue? Yep. I can tie knots with it.

Ever won a spelling bee? Yes.

Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Once. During my wedding.

Own any record albums? a few.

Own a record player? Not anymore.

Regularly burn incense? Daily.

Ever been in love? Yes.

Who would you like to see in concert? I don't think about it.

What was the last concert you saw? Crosby Stills & Nash.

Hot tea or cold tea? Green.

Tea or coffee? Yes!

Sugar or snickerdoodles? Neither

Can you swim well? Yes.

Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Yes.

Are you patient? Sometimes.

DJ or band, at a wedding? A DJ.

Ever won a contest? No.

Ever have plastic surgery? No, but I can think of 5 procedures I'd have if I could afford them.

Which are better black or green olives? All olives are sublime.

Can you knit or crochet? Can I? Or will I?

Best room for a fireplace? Living Room.

Do you want to get married? Not anymore.

If married, how long have you been married? 10 years.

Who was your HS crush? A fascinating guy I met in a 5th grade improvisational acting class, who still makes me blush when I see his blurry, blurry photo on Facebook. Eric Appelbaum.

Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way? Hell, no. Although I have been known to cry and throw fits on a bad day.

Do you have kids? No.

Do you want kids? Used to. Can't have 'em now.

Whats your favorite color? purple or green.

Do you miss anyone right now? Yes, several people.  A friend or two, my Mom...Most of all I miss my husband, webgiant.</div>