I think you (w/sh/c)ould be able to speak to Tim Burton.

He's really the #1 celebrity I want to meet. I don't know what I'd say (other than "Thank you"), but I would love to meet him.

I'm having Matt Bomer issues. Not in a fan-wanna-meet-idolise way or anything.

He's just being gorgeous again, and I'm beginning to get suspicious. It doesn't seem right.

So. That was an evening. I was parallel parking, and someone tried to drive around me and hit my car, then she got out of her car and screamed at me for a while that I was a fucking idiot for backing up while someone was driving around me, then she got back in her car and drove away. Then I saw a really weird play, then the people I was supposed to go to dinner with decided they didn't want to go to dinner after all, so now I'm ordering $20 worth of Thai food for dinner, because that's the delivery minimum. And I don't have a fridge for leftovers.

Oh, and the play had audience participation. Like, the performer would pick people out of the audience to come on stage and do stuff. I was very glad not to be picked.

The thing I was talking to the sweet nurse about, trying to get her to feel better about, was other people's road rage. But I wasn't very good at it, I'm afraid. I don't know how to just nut someone up about that, if you're trying to be a good driver, and you're a sensitive person, like she clearly was--because some people are nuts, and some people are cruel.

And, seriously, some people on stage need to understand that some people not on stage are making a deliberate choice (as opposed to harbouring a desperate yearning for the footlights), and they need to fucking respect that. My time working with improv gave me a fierce terror of audience participation, because it was just not cute from the other side, two or three times a week. But they knew I'd kill them, if the spotlight turned on me for anything other than highlighting the judge who'd be holding up scores and making one face per game. Visiting teams and new improvisers never won that battle.

Why no fridge, Hil?

I have to say, I'm not paying a huge amount of attention to Dallas, just listening to the noises for the sake of nostalgia, but most of them look pretty good for the amount of time that's past. Charlene Tilton is the only one that looks her age. And Bobby's wife is a fine replacement for Victoria Principal. In fact, I think I might prefer watching her to Pamela. The kids are punks, though. Luckily--Tony Almeida.

Why no fridge, Hil?

I'm staying in a dorm at Gallaudet. There is a "kitchen," but all the appliances are falling apart. Like, actual pieces of appliances scattered around the room.

Dang, Hil, that is a lot for one evening.

The performer commented on the breast size of several of the women who were called on stage. I know for certain that, if I'd been called up and she did that, I would have burst into tears.

OMG and WTF.

Also a hearty WTF to people commenting on Jilli's body, but I do think it makes you an official celebrity, so there's that?

And ita, that is a brilliant idea, and totally follows your family rules! I knew there was something.