Was someone in here talking about 1776 at ACT? John Adams is being played by an old friend of mine, John Hickok.

Hil, my friend C has done the sound design for both of the Supreme Master's TV specials the past couple of years. Hilarious. They are crazy, but very, very nice. Also excellent vegan food.

C has gotten personal notes of thanks from the SM each year. And a Christmas present, which none of us can figure out.

As cults go, you could do worse.

John Adams is being played by an old friend of mine, John Hickok.

Scrappy, he was excellent! It was a really good performance: great cast, excellent voices, good timing, nice costuming. Really nicely done. And Rutledge's solo about the Triangle Trade was a tour-de-force. Just a really good production, although it does bog down at a few points when it's all just political wrangling.

My dad really enjoyed it, and then we took him to John's Grill for dinner, where we had steaks and seafood and we got to see The Maltese Falcon.

I am currently get baleful looks from Charlie because his bed is not where it should be, but instead is in the washing machine, because I spilled diet dr pepper all over it.

I think I may go back to bed.

I have been reading your college experiences with interest. Quick comments. .

The majority of college students in this country do not go to small liberal arts institutions. They commute, have families, are a bit older than 21. The classic view the media portrays about college students hadn't been true (as a majority experience) in decades.

I was really alarmed that anyone was made to feel badly about needing financial aid or feeling like an outsider. God.

The worst? It has gotten worse since you went to college. The income strat for the elite institutions is off the charts.

And Rutledge's solo about the Triangle Trade was a tour-de-force

That's a terrific number.

My family had a cat that wasn't randomly interested in watching gravity work. He used his knowledge of gravity for pure evil. Namely, waking my ass up at 4am to feed him, and then waking my ass up at 4:30 to let him out. He'd try to be polite at first with annoying meowing, then upgraded to knocking pencils and books off the desk in my room. He'd get down to srs bzns with a glass tumbler that he'd push to the edge and then wait for me to flail out of bed before he broke it. And if I didn't stay awake long enough for him to finish eating, he'd find me and start the whole thing over again (no, I never learned my lesson about cleaning off my desk before I went to bed). When I left for basic training he trashed my parents nightstand. They slept right through it.

Now when I go home, the new cat exits the house out my second story window, sliding down the clapboard and waking me up with the thump he makes when he hits the ground. I've learned not to panic when I hear that scraping sound.

As for college, the money from the Army paid for 75% of it, but I chose UNH simply because I didn't want to be far from home after spending three years down south. Ended up moving into the upperclassmen apartments because I could and because I couldn't stand dorming with kids who didn't know how to use a washing machine. And I was actually in a sub-school where our classes were made up of fifteen students max, but more usually eight. So I existed in a weird subculture where there were too few of us to form cliques.

None of my cats have been gravity testing cats, except on accident. We did however have a two-AM-stroll-across-the-piano-keys cat, which is a wake up you don't soon forget.

I went to, essentially, Greendale-in-the desert and then Arizona State.I went to class with a lot of people's moms and have depressingly few "college" stories.