Well, this was a momentous week, no?
I hear tell there was an election of some sort, and the crazy moose lady went back to Alaska. I know my Libertarian friends are still deeply disappointed in our hidebound, two-party system, and my Republican friends can only take solace in knowing that hey, at least W. is leaving office. If you see us Dems squeeing giddily or dancing the cabbage patch for no apparent reason, well, we're just happy our efforts and enthusiasm weren't for naught, and we're hopeful that we can start digging our way out of this mess.
So what else have I been up to, apart from pinging fivethirtyeight every ten seconds?
I acted in a table read for a TV pilot spec on Thursday, and provided extensive feedback to the writers. Since then, the producer in charge of that project has asked me to have a go at some script-doctoring for him. The pages are due Friday, and I only vaguely know what I'm going to write. This has me oscillating between confidence and blind panic.
Not much else to report. I tried to run errands over the weekend, but couldn't seem to accomplish a damn thing. I did almost no improv. I went dancing a couple of times, but had a pretty lousy time of it at both events. I didn't really observe Halloween, though I did have a nice time hanging out with the Austin Shakespeare folks and with hangingfire et al.
This is my last week of peace and quiet before the rollercoaster. This weekend is peaceful enough, but the following weekend I go to a wedding in Ohio, and the weekend after that is the Lindy Exchange, and the weekend after *that* is Thanksgiving. So that probably means all my artsy pursuits go on hold again, which is sad, but it'll be nice to catch up with everybody.
Okay, back to work now. Or as they would say on The West Wing, “Break’s over.”
In Kenya they have declared Thursday a national holiday to celebrate the election of Barack Obama.
Mood: peaceful · Music: none