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Thursday, May 31
Positively impending Polly.

Polly arrives on Sunday; dinner on Monday;.... Anyway it is a good thing. Another good thing is I don't go back to work for twelve sleeps. There are good things happening; I wonder what else may happen? Best of luck for good things, everybody.
Tuesday, May 29
Any day now.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind: the kind that blindsides you at 4:00 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Baz Luhrman - Everybody is Free to Wear Sunscreen

Fortunately I am not idle today. On the other hand, I am still susceptible to all those unreal troubles which do cross my worried mind. Be that as it may, I am happy and I get to share it around. At least I get to practise sharing it; I am used to my own happiness, I am new to making other people happy. I have a corollary to the idea that if you share an emotion you will feel more of it: when someone refuses the offer nothing is lost.
Friday, May 25
The week in review.

The Host
I agree with what he said, only more briefly and with less precise detail. The Host is an old school monster movie: the monster is a fantastical lens through which we examine the human condition; and it kept me awake for ninety minutes.

Good script and competant actors; spoiled by the lighting and ruined by the set. I have nothing good to say about this production which couldn't equally be said about dozing off while reading the script.
Thursday, May 24

Recently I went to my second improvisation class; created settings for Primetime Adventures with Dave, Emma, Jimbo and Simon, and Burning Wheel with Dave, Emma and Steve; walked up Black Mountain with James, Pat and Shy; went to Kate’s birthday party with Adrian and Mel, Alex, Danica, James and Caterina, Mark, Pat, Shy, Simon, Winnie and (of course) Kate; played World of Warcraft with Dave, Jimbo and Linda; played Ars Magica with John, Peta, Peter and Shy; saw The Host with Alex, Dave and Simon; and Othello with my mum. Later I will go to another improvisation class; play Primetime Adventures; and celebrate James’ birthday which includes tenpin bowling and playing Gavin’s McDoyles game of Dungeons and Dragons. Meanwhile, at The Muppet Show, I have stopped doing other peoples’ work for them and started fixing their mistakes. It is good practise for the impending inundation of the cresting wave of issues which threatens to break over the proving grounds of the jobs which were mine to start with.
Thursday, May 17
Ceci n’est pas une blog.

I don’t think many other people will like The Science of Sleep as much as I did. I liked it so much I want better than for people to watch it expecting it to be as good as I think (because I said it was) and then being let down because it is only as good as they think So I don’t think I shall blog about it, I would not be the right thing to do.

Meanwhile I considered blogging about some of the ordinary things people say which I find implicitly rude, but I don’t wish to invite a torrent of implicit rudeness into my life.

Even The Muppet Show is unfunny this week.
Monday, May 14
Another weekend utilized.

Beer in Civic. Coffee in Manuka.
Barbecue at Matthew and Gabriel's.
Disappointing movie (28 Weeks Later).
Coffee at Zeffirelli's and supper at Patrick's.
Mother's Day at mother's.
World of Warcraft with Linda, and with Dave.
Pizza and Ultraviolet at Shy's.
Thursday, May 10
Old news. (I've been slack.)

I ran my monthly Dungeons and Dragons game on Saturday with a streamlined combat system and improved character immersion. Unluckily for proving the new order there was no combat. (Well, there was an illusion which attracted a few smacks and a spell, but it was not really a combat.) However there was more and better immersion, I thought. It waned in the afternoon as we slipped back into old habits, but overall it was greatly improved and I enjoyed the game more than I have in recent months.
After Vanda resolved a brief encounter with inclement weather and Jasoft returned from the tavern, Stoney led the Dangerous Wayfarers into Harstelmin and proceeded to circumvent my malevolent design. They plunged directly to the third level of the mine and called for parley at the first sign of an encounter. Although the sign was a bristling fortification it was also, by chance, one of the two locations where there was someone who didn’t have orders to shoot intruders on sight. Then, despite her general gruffness and specific disrespect for gnomes, Sonja’s petition received a favourable reaction and the adventure was resolved with amiable conversation. The party returned to Victoria several days before Sandor was expecting to even hear from them, which was nice.

Poor Cookie.

The Cookie Monster rewrote the tatty script. Now it is legible and the new paper napkins are mostly within the margins of the old script. However it is still a crap script and a fire hazard.
Meanwhile, Dr Bunsen-Honeydew has given Beaker a script writing formula so now it lines up neatly and you can tell the dialogue from the stage directions. Also, his new script is written on unrumpled paper in neat joined-up writing and is not at all a fire hazard. All he needs now is a joke writing formula.
Thursday, May 3
Reasons to be cheerful.

I went to see My Father, Romulus last night for free courtesy of Emma-Jean being a teacher. It was sad. Afterwards I had a nice time with Emma, Gavin and Shy having coffee and chatting but unfortunately I didn't say enough so some people thought I was sad. This has happened before: Must. Try. Harder.

Add more water.

I went to another script meeting today. The script was constructed by the Cookie Monster from paper napkins glued to an old script. The old script was one of mine, which was nice to see. Some of the paper napkins were a bit too raggedy and biscuit-stained to read, which the Cookie Monster blamed on the glue. In the end it was sent back to be rewritten, although reconstructed might be a better word. (And recombobulated would be more fun to say.)
Wednesday, May 2
Adding water to acid.

Beaker had some jokes written on paper napkins which he wanted to turn into a sketch. I corrected the spelling, grammar and science for him and I was going to show him how to format a script but instead I gave him an old script to use as a template. I told him to type it out and give it to Kermit when it was done.

Later he came back with the old script stuffed with bits of paper napkin and asked if I could make it funny. Somehow, I managed to resist the urge to do all his work for him. Instead, I told him to type it out and give it to Kermit when it was done.

Now Kermit wants to know who knocked on his door and ran away leaving behind an old script stuffed with bits of paper napkin. (He doesn’t really want to know, he just wants them to stop because it’s a fire hazard.)

Apropos The Muppet Show.

My timesheet for May is a desert of work. No public holidays, no leave, no respite. In June, Polly will come to visit, I will have a week off and so on. But in May... can we not and say we did?
This may not sound like the snappiest line from 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), but it evidently caught the imagination of John Landis, who has worked references to a mythical film of this name into most of his own movies - memorably as the grotty British skinflick watched by an assortment of lycanthropes and zombies in the climax of An American Werewolf in Paris [sic] (1981). Ghastly Beyond Belief, Neil Gaiman and Kim Newman

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