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Can't even shout, Can't even cry. The Gentlemen are coming by. Looking in windows, knocking on doors. They need to take seven, and they might take yours. Can't call to mom, can't say a word. You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.

Dream Girl ,'Bring On The Night'

Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.

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Sean K - Apr 12, 2005 1:05:32 pm PDT #2908 of 10001

You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty

The Rimers of Eldritch is being put on by Eclipse Theatre (at the Victory Garden's studio space) and they always do great work.

A very good (if very dense) Lanford Wilson play, which I starred in back in high school. While everybody else's high school drama classes were doing calorie-free mountings of crowd pleasing standards, we were doing meaty plays like Rimers of Eldritch. This is the kind of high school I went to.

JohnSweden - Apr 12, 2005 1:06:11 pm PDT #2909 of 10001

I can't even.

Just show me where to get naked for Jasmine.

Surprisingly, it looks like this is the location for the naked Jasmine apocalypse lineup.

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Curiously, not LA at all. How odd.

Lilty Cash - Apr 12, 2005 1:06:44 pm PDT #2910 of 10001

"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."

I hope that you're not going to the Art Institute on the weekend -- because THAT Seurat room will be CROWDED.

Maybe I can work it so I do that on Friday, then. I honestly don't even know that I'll be able to convince my friend to go, but I ought to be able to bully him into it.

Lilty Cash - Apr 12, 2005 1:06:46 pm PDT #2911 of 10001

"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."

Steph L. - Apr 12, 2005 1:07:25 pm PDT #2912 of 10001

It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.

Sean, we* did Rimers, too. It was a hell of a show.

*(By "we," I need to specify that I went to an all-girls' school, and I did theatre with our "brother" all-boys' school.)

juliana - Apr 12, 2005 1:11:52 pm PDT #2913 of 10001

I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Also, About Face Theatre is doing Take Me Out which I've heard fantastic things about.

HELL of a show, even if you don't like baseball (which I don't). Also, pretty naked men. Seriously, though, the love for the baseball comes over so pure and true that I caught myself liking baseball for a little bit after the show. And then I promptly killed those brain cells.

Steph L. - Apr 12, 2005 1:19:03 pm PDT #2914 of 10001

juliana, you have to surrender to the poetry of the game -- that's the secret. Baseball is a beautiful thing.

ChiKat - Apr 12, 2005 1:20:35 pm PDT #2915 of 10001

That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

I'm with juliana. For me, while I see the appeal of musclely legs in tight pants, baseball is a boring thing,

juliana - Apr 12, 2005 1:22:01 pm PDT #2916 of 10001

I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

the poetry of the game -- that's the secret. Baseball is a beautiful thing.

So is hockey (when they're not fucking striking), and hockey moves faster.

No, seriously, I can appreciate why people love it so. It's a game of numbers and of heart. However, for me, it's way too slow. I prefer my poetry set to a punk rock beat.

Stephanie - Apr 12, 2005 1:23:19 pm PDT #2917 of 10001

Trust my rage

I don't know if it's close to what he means, but google has some connectiony stuff.

I'm not sure if that's what he means either, but it's connected enough that I forwarded the link to him.

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