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By Evan Eisenberg
Posted Tuesday, Aug. 15, 2006, at 3:31 PM ET

"AOL removed a list of the Web search inquiries of 658,000 unnamed users from a public Web site over the weekend, after bloggers complained that the information was so detailed and personal that it could compromise the users' privacy." —New York Times, Aug. 8, 2006

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Now I know that this is anonymous, but who else could it be?

Garden Produce

Although our garden went into the ground late, we're now reaping the benefits of it. Our two cuke plants didn't survive the ground, but our two pepper plants did. We planted the purple peppers. I like the sweet flavor, and, like a pop-up timer on the turkey, it tells you when they're ready by the color. So when I checked the plants this weekend I found not one, but TWO purple peppers plump and praying to be picked (ok, I'll stop with the alliteration). However they were so unique that I had to take their picture. Remember the bit in Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy where Arthur said, "I seem to be having a tremendous problem with my lifestyle." and his words sparked an intergalactic war between two species that then came to Earth to war on us, until, due to an unforseen difference in scale, both invasion fleets were accidentally swallowed by a small terrier. Such was the case with our glorious plump succulent peppers.
An unforseen problem of scale. Yes, that's a real US quarter. Oh well, maybe next year.

Wow! over a week already?

I knew that I felt really unconnected recently, but I didn't quite realize that it was this bad. And it's been an eventful week.
We have our new TD at work. and it promptly gave me an 'old age' moment. It turns out that he was one of the Darling children in our first production of Peter Pan, 9 years or so ago, at age 14. And now he's nominally my boss, or at least my immediate supervisor. I also know that he's gonna take a lot of patience and grooming. He's very inexperienced (at least from what I can see so far). I'll post more on him as it develops.
I had a great fun poker night at S's last night. It was she, BF, one of BF's radio co-workers, and exTD and his wife. A nice sized game. or rather couple of games. We did a $5 buy-in and played straight Hold-em. I creamed the first game, and came in second in the second game. The pay-out was third place got their 5 dollar stake back, and First and second split the rest about 70-30 (or 60-40, I didn't pay too much attention. For me, it was a friendly game). One of the initial stakes contained $3 in small change. It was a joke that the third place person got the change as their pay back, but somehow, at the end of the night, I ended up with this pocket full of dimes and nickels and one or two quarters.
I finally got the roof over my kitchen repaired. Ok, the backstory: Over our kitchen the roof changes pitch to an almost flat roof. Shortly after we moved in, we got a buddy to re-apply the roofing (like shingle material, but in a roll). However it's needed to be touched up every other year or so, by slopping some sealer or flashing cement, into the joints and any cracks that develop. Well, it's been 4 yrs or so since I did it. We got a few drips last fall, a few more this spring, but now, in autumn rainy season, most of our kitchen floor was covered with every baking pan and pot in the house catching a LOT of drips. Of course, there was continuous rain for almost a month. Finally we got three days straight of sun. Enough to dry off the roof, and let the goop set before the next rain. It's so nice to not have to worry about putting out pans in the rain. The only complaint is that I need to buy a ladder of my own, I've been borrowing the neighbors' ladder. One day.
Hmm lets see what else. I'm actually watching a couple of eBay auctions at work. I'm looking to buy a watchmans lantern or bullseye lantern. Our next show is Sherlock Holmes so we need one of these old lamps to explore the old abandoned cellar room. Kind of a period flashlight. It started with two, and is now down to one, while also using a standard kerosene lantern that we already have. Battery op of course. I've found one that's close-but-not-quite at a local antique mall, but it's asking $95 and I could probably talk them down, and I've found a couple of them for sale in Michigan for about that same amount. What a pain, but a fun pain in the butt.
Things with Wife are going well. I've been home most nights, and last night was my first late night out since that weird wild opening night. Even last night ended up being only 11:30. Hardly a late night. Little Bagheera is slowly integrating herself into the house. Slowly. One day, Czar, our chow mix dog, came into the bedroom with me. Bagheera, hiding under the bed, came to the edge of the bed and hissed and growled. Czar totally ignored her, and poor little Bagheera didn't know what to do with an animal who totally ignored her! It really puzzled her (though in Czar's defense, she's so deaf, she probably didn't even HEAR the growls). She's now accepting of the fact that the dogs really could care less about her, and she's concentrating her energies on the cats. Even Caliph is starting to take her for granted, and ignoring her when he sees Baggy out of the bedroom.
We had our official photocall for Bad Dates this week. I did my dirty-old-man duty and took pictures of our actress in lingerie in the guise of portfolio building. So if you haven't noticed already, my flickr page has new shots. I've also finally upgraded Flickr so I can post bigger and more pix. I'm addicted to flickr surfing now. Love it. Brings out my love of art photography.
Well, that's enough for now. This has gone on long enough for this morning.

Chuckles needed

Over in my links section, I have Vitamin Q. It's infrequently (or, more precisely, irregularly) updated, but usually interesting. One recent post was this one, titled, Flying Circus:

15 titles which were considered instead of Snakes On A Plane

1 Asps With Altitude
2 Rattlers On The Redeye
3 Mobster Mambas
4 Boeing Boeing Boa
5 Fangs On A Flight
6 Slithering Heights
7 Supersonic Sidewinders
8 Adders In The Air
9 Pilots and Pythons
10 Cobras In The Cargo
11 Die Hard With Venom
12 Sonic Boomslangs
13 The Krait Escape
14 Viper Space
15 Hand-Luggage and Hissyfits

heh heh, Slithering Heights is my favorite. I'm in a bit of a funk tonight, working the show, so the chuckle is welcome.

Kicking off a new season

Well the review of Bad Dates came out this weekend. We got a rave review from our Daily Rag. And, while this is not the show to showcase my lights, the review said:

Some of the credit probably has to go to director Tony Vezner for the pacing and interpretation, and some to costumier Alan Williams for the clothes that Glynn wriggles into and out of, and some to scenic designer Lee Brasuell and props master Jessica Ann Schultz for the marvelous rent-controlled apartment and the heaps of stuff.
But most of the kudos should be reserved for Glynn, and deservedly so.

Which of the design staff is conspicuous in his absence? Again.
I've said it before, I'll say it again, the reviewer is an idiot. Oh, wait, I'm sorry, He has a bachelors degree in theatre from Beloit College, the wellspring of theatrical innovation and technology.

Can you hear it now?

Today we just installed the new 'House Main' speakers in the theater. They're Community CPL42-94s. Four of 'em. They're also about a third of the size of the previous speakers. Of course, this involved me crawling up in our crawlspace over the theater ceiling, thru 20 years of dust to run the lines to them from the booth. At least I made Boss get up there with me. Hey if we've got to do this work ourselves, he's gonna get dirty too. The access is over my workbench, thru a hole in the ceiling. This crawlspace is about 5' tall at the best, but most of the time you're ducking in and around I-beams, electrical conduit, plumbing pipe for sprinklers or upstairs toilets, or big-ass conduits. There are two places that are tricky to maneuver over, two ducts, about 30" square. The first has a plumbing pipe (probably drain outflow from above) about a foot in front of the duct about 3' high, and angled I-beams on the other side. There's ONE place where theres enough space to duck under the pipe, and, laying flat, crawl over the duct sideways, dodging the beams on the other side. You can find this one place because it's been wiped clean of any dust by the last time I crossed over up there. Anyway, it took about 6 hours to run the lines and mount the 4 speakers (two got hung from the lighting grid, but two were cabled up thru the ceiling around a pipe above. New holes in the ceiling, woo hoo.), and then test them. But boy, oh boy, do they sound nice. and virtually invisible to the audience. We hear them in action on Thursday night.

Wild, Wierd Night

So the party went well. Closed up the party at the theatre chatting on the Mall late, then went with a bunch of friends to Kryptonite (bar down the block). Sat and chatted some more on their sidewalk cafe, until they closed and then, as a group, went back to the theatre to my stash of drinkables there. Put on some tunes, did some computer blog updating, and generally ranted. Then S's boyfriend hit the wall, and had to use the bathroom to expell some of his nights indulgence. So the two of them left. I cleaned up glasses and bottles a bit, and then packed up my stuff, locked up the building, and went out, only to find that S's car was still there. I wandered down to where I knew BF was parked, and there they were, a block away, having a heated discussion. I went back to the parking lot and waited, and sure enough S came back, and needed a shoulder and an ear. BF called her shortly after, and they made up over the phone, while I called Wife to try to salve her temper at me still being out at 2:30. When both calls were done, we chatted some more, and by the time we both made our way to our cars, it was 4 am. Needless to say Wife was more than a little furious. So then I dealt with yet another relationship crisis for another hour. Mine. The gist of it was that when I come home, I sit and watch tv and fall asleep in my chair, but for S, I'll stay up till 4 talking. That we're more roommates than married. So, having no defense to any of it, I agreed to work on my marriage with as much dedication as I give to my friends. Shouldn't be hard, S is now finally done at NAT and is going to be working on her relationship, so I won't be out galavanting at all hours with her anymore. She'll still be in town, but I won't be around her regularly anymore. So now I also have to face the reality of my life and my marriage and decide if it's time to grow up, or get out.

Oh, the show went well.

Reading material

I'm just in the middle of rereading the Dune trilogy (the later books don't count). So halfway thru Dune Messiah and I'm already stacking up my next book (beyond Children of Dune of course). I've heard from a couple of people that CandyFreak is worth reading, so I'll give it a shot. Beyond that, I was going thru my past postings here and found a suggestion from WAY back for Richard Russo, the Risk Pool, so that'll be on my short list too. I could also delve into the next books in the Jack Whyte series I started last year. And for some reason, the Asimov books on my shelf are calling to me again, Caves of Steel, Stars Like Dust, and I forget the third in the trilogy now. Deaf Girl once suggested the Penelopiad, which sounded kind of interesting.

There is an interesting quote in Dune Messiah that I was going to post here, but, of course, forgot and left at home. So I'll try to approximate and then come back and re-edit it when I get home. tomorrow (or really late tonight! Party!) (Here it is, in Full)

To endure oneself may be the hardest task in the universe. It's a bitter pill. The greatest palatinate Earl and the lowliest stipindiary serf share the same problem. You cannot hire a mentat or any other intellect to solve it for you. There's no writ of inquest or calling of witnesses to provide answers. No servant - or disciple - can dress the wound. You dress it yourself, or continue bleeding for all to see.

Cool. and true.

As I said, tonight is a party, Opening night. Gonna drink heavily, and try to forget some of the shit that's happening in my life right now. For some reason, George Thorogood's been on the radio a lot recently, twice now, out of the blue, I've heard "When I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself!" Good drinking music, so of course, I must oblige.

Mars/Venus aphorisms

Recenly I've been thinking about sex. Quelle surprise! There's a line from the show we're doing that follows...

“Men will happily have sex with someone they don’t like. Women won’t. Obviously that’s not a hundred percent true, but kind of it is, and why? Why are men sleeping with people they don’t like? Is sex that much more fun for men than women, that they’d do it with just anyone? That would be one conclusion. The other would be that maybe men don’t have enough to think about.” Theresa Rebeck “Bad Dates”

Then, the other day, I cam across the following on another blog (no, I don't recall which).

Men need to have sex in order to feel that they’re loved. Women need to feel loved before they have sex.

And yet another pithy, overgeneralisation that I came up with a few years ago...

<>A man will overlook a womans imperfect personality to have sex, if she’s attractive. A woman will overlook a mans imperfect looks if he has a good personality.

Is there any truth in any of these aphorisms? Those of us that fall into the 'imperfect looks' category hinge all our hopes on that last one.
Personally, I've never had sex with somebody I didn't like a lot. There are a few I probably could have, but I never took sex that lightly. Being repressed, inexperienced, and shy, I usually ended up in the 'just friends' camp before the subject of sex even reared it's ugly little one-eyed head.
A few posts ago, I mentioned a second movie that started me thinking. It was Kinsey, with Liam Neeson. Now, of course, I don't remember any of the pithy comments I had in store for that discussion, but it really started me thinking about how women view sex. Perhaps the difference is in the act itself. The man is the invader, penetrating the woman. (I was also going to say, leaving the woman in a 'legs-splayed' vulnerable position, but that precludes the 'woman-on-top' position, putting lie to that whole premise.).
I vaguely remember one comparison of the sex response between men and women. Men have a higher 'standard' drive, normal everyday existance, while women's drive is much lower. During sex, however, the orgasm for men peaks quickly and then tapers off right away, while the woman will have a slower build, to a higher peak, or more aptly, plateau, which lasts longer. So women have stronger orgasms than men, but the journey to get there is a longer trip, men are half way there, all the time.
Something to ponder...
Of course these are just glaring generalizations, and all people are different in their responses, both physical and emotional.
And we won't even open the can of worms about hedonism...

photo update.

I've posted the first pics of the Bad Dates set from tech week. Not finished yet, the set is being dressed with a ton of shoes, and almost a hundred shoe boxes. My work is mostly finished, I only have a few tweaks left to do.

The city's big music festival is happening this weekend. On the Waterfront. There're gonna be lots of good acts on 10 different stages, but I'll be sitting in a dark room watching a woman prance around in her underwear for 7 hours a day. The jury's still out on whether this is a good thing or not.
And I get paid for this?

Reminds me of the old joke:
A man was hired by a college to be maintenance and cleaning man for one of the girls dorms on campus, and was trusted with keys to the whole building. A couple of weeks go by and his supervisor calls him into his office. "John, you never came by last Friday for you paycheck. Is something wrong?" "What?" the man replied, "I get paid too?"