Call Back (As In Comedy, Not As In Auditioning)

I saw Finding Nemo tonight. It was with some serious laughers in the audience, too. Since it's a very funny movie, you can imagine what that experience was like.

There's something about a big laugher that just drags you along on their little joyride, isn't there? Sometimes they can be really annoying, but I generally enjoy them and find they enhance my experience. And I LOVE a laugher who's genuinely enjoying me on stage! I'm such a ham that way. I absolutely love Amy Hartman in an audience - she's a laugher that I can play with.

So I enjoyed the movie a whole lot.

Talk about a rough week. I got home Sunday night to find out that we had no phone, no cable, and my computer isn't working. I think the universe is karmically peeing on me.

So I called the cable company, and the first appointment they could give me was this coming Friday. I hate the cable company.

Meanwhile, I called the phone company from work on Monday, and they told me that the phone had been shut off because of non-payment. Luckily, I pay my phone bill online and had the confirmation numbers for all of my recent payments. The Verizon folks were apologetic and promised to get it turned right back on. It still took 'em 'til today to get it working. I hate the phone company.

So then there's my computer… After the frustration over the cable and the phone, I thought, "Well, I'll just knock out some journal entries for upload once all this is sorted out." And then I found out that pushing the power button on my computer has absolutely no effect. I have my computer. I'm one of those people who doesn't like to admit he's made a mistake, so I've been defending this freaking thing to all my friends for two years, blaming Microsoft's WINDOWS ME for all my problems. But here's the deal, friends:

DON'T EVER BUY A FUCKING COMPAQ COMPUTER!!!

So here I am at the Grey Dog, sipping tea and taking in the sights.

There's a guy that just came in who's got a skinny Jason Behr thing going on. With a girl, of course, so no wonder he caught my eye.

So I was talking on the phone with Toni today and she blurted out - after having read my journal entries about being depressed - that I need to "come home," - and how New York is "bad for me." I had to take a really deep breath and just say "thank you for your input." She, of course, not being stupid, sensed that we weren't going to follow that thread of discussion, but felt the need to tell me how she was allowed to voice her opinion.

I really had to restrain myself from having the kind of reaction she did when I called her a "country girl at heart," lo these many moons ago. I had to refrain from railing at her. Which is just silly, of course. I can't blame Toni for not having been inside my head when I was still in Pittsburgh, and understanding how incredibly miserable I was there. And how it makes less than no sense - from my point of view - for me to go back to a place that hasn’t felt like my home for years, so I can get a lousy office job making three quarters of what I make here, and ride the worst public transportation system in America -since I can't afford a car, and take my self further from the center of what was once and will again some day be my world: the theater. But that's my problem, see. I could never be that coherent in the moment - I'm awful at making an argument. I would have just said the wrong things and made us both feel bad.

It does make me think, though, about opinions, and peoples feelings of entitlement wherein expressing them is concerned. I don't, often. Express my opinions, that is. I generally make people ask for them. I wonder, though, if that does me a disservice, or others.