What I'm supposed to be doing:
Reading any one of six plays ( Betsy's Daughters to cull audition sides, three potential Pro Rata 09 Fringe shows, one potential Pro Rata main season show, 
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The Almost Moon, by Alice Sebold.

Sebold has a gift for poetic tone and thoughtful metaphor.  I love how you're just toodling along, reading away, and suddenly, BAM! she hits you with something like: She looked up at me and smiled.  'Bitch,' she said.  The thing about dementia is that sometimes you feel like the afflicted person has a trip wire to ( Read more... )

It's more than mildly belated, but still amusing.

The 2007  Bulwer Lytton contest winner:

"Gerald began--but was interrupted by a piercing whistle which cost him ten percent of his hearing permanently, as it did everyone else in a ten-mile radius of the eruption, not that it mattered much because for them "permanently" meant the next ten minutes or ( Read more... )