Hey, I found the link to the job listing. That's as far as I ever go.

Cats? lots of cats?

Maybe I should've said reliable too. I have two of them, and neither is really big into the whole staying where you put them thing.

Thanks, guys. No, I don't think it's legal. I don't want them arrested, though, clearly they have bigger problems. And I'm not sure that anything would be done quickly enough that I could have electricity back tonight, which is what I really want. The earliest I could move into the new place is March 1st (as opposed to March 14th), and I'd kind of rather not since the new place is more expensive and my computer is only borderline working, so I'll need a new one really soon. And moving in on March 14th as opposed to March 1st will save me $400, which makes a big difference.

Alibelle: [link]

Can you contact the electric company and ask to have the electric turned on in your name? (from turn-on date until you move out only. The rest of the bill is between EC and landlords.)

Does he keep dressing like a jock?

In the stage play he does. In the movie, well, they fly off in a convertible. Reality ain't steering that tugboat.

(I love Grease and always wanted to play Rizzo.)

The earliest I could move into the new place is March 1st (as opposed to March 14th), and I'd kind of rather not since the new place is more expensive and my computer is only borderline working, so I'll need a new one really soon. And moving in on March 14th as opposed to March 1st will save me $400, which makes a big difference.

Make your old landlords pay the $400, at the very least, and MOVE ASAP.

As I said, I haven't seen much of Grease. My older sister had the album, so I've heard the songs, and I've seen the last bit of the movie from the end of the drag race to the car flying off as they cuddle. I'll accept that it's a skewed view, but I don't think I'm going to watch it for a more balanced one.

When I directed Grease, I made it about being more like yourself-- and trying on different roles until you find yourself.

Of course the only ones who come to the framing reunion are Eugene and Patty Simcox.

Thank you!

And that's a great idea, Juliana. I'm going to see what I can do about getting them to pay me the difference. Then I could move in nine days! That is a lot easier to handle mentally.

And now I have to go back to work.

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday Beverly!

I feel weirdly redeemed or something by an op-ed in the NYT today. She's one of me!

Long, long ago there was a television series, called “Kolchak: The Night Stalker,” about a newspaperman who spent most of his time tracking down demons of the underworld. Since his editor never believed his stories, Kolchak did not get in the paper much. Today, of course, he would be a blogger and have a wide international following although no real source of income.

Kolchak! In the New York Times, used as a metaphor on politics!

But I digress. The point here is that in one memorable episode, Kolchak was confronted by a politician who sold his soul to the devil in order to win a seat in the State Senate.

When I first saw this particular program, coyly titled “The Devil’s Platform,” I was covering a real-life State Legislature in Connecticut. My first thought was that accepting eternal damnation in return for a career as a state senator was a little like swapping your house for a pair of socks.

She goes on to talk about Schwarzenegger wrestling with his Senate.

If the nation’s only action-hero governor is at a loss, clearly new powers are needed. Look up that “Night Stalker” episode on the Web and you will learn that the demon soul-selling senator (Tom Skerritt) got “the ability to assume the form of an indestructible black mastiff, and destroy his enemies both within his own party and opposing him.”

I'm oddly delighted to find Kolchak prowling through the 21st century press. And it would be a wonderful thing to have a series of him and his blog and his world-wide fanbase.

He must be on DVD somewhere.

edit: I suppose I should give the link: [link]

My unamusing life:

Hiding in my office with the door locked because one of the doctors I work for has mysteriously disappeared and is not answering her pages, and a fairly crazy and abusive patient of hers is on her way over here now looking for a prescription form for some medication that isn't in any of her records. I've been instructed to keep the door locked and pretend I'm not here until she goes away.

I am partly to blame because I took a message from her yesterday and, in a mess of day-end craziness, forgot to pass it on to the doc, but it wouldn't have mattered anyway because the doc didn't answer any other day-end messages and never came back to her office yesterday afternoon to pick up any of the masses of paperwork that had been sitting on her desk since morning, and the prescription this woman wants would have to be handwritten and signed by the doc, who has been completely AWOL since yesterday afternoon anyhow.

I need a martini.