You want it when?
This morning my dry-cleaner acted surprised when I told her I wanted the same-day service I always get and they advertise in their window in big letters.
I handed her my clothes, and she said, "You want it Saturday?"
Saturday, for fuck's sake. It's damn Wednesday, and she asks if I want it Saturday.
No, I want it tonight.
Alex was telling us recently a story from one of her psychology classes- from what I understood, this was an actual experiment... Although I'm not sure how this could have been set up without invalidating the basic thesis.
Several straight girls were living on the same floor of an apartment building, with one guy who was "okay" for all of them living on the same floor. On several floors above lived guys who were "perfect" matches for them (I guess they used a dating service)... And all the girls were more interested in dating the okay guy than in going out of their way for something better.
I am those girls with my dry cleaner. They suck, but they're 2 doors down from me.
In other news, excited about my play being chosen, I picked up my copy of Ridiculous Theatre: Scourge of Human Folly- the essays and opinions of Charles Ludlam to read on the train and during lunch and whatnot. Not only was there a reference to fools (natural and artificial) and how to play them, but there was also a mention that the only man besides the amazing Mr. Ludlam to have played Camille at the time was a puppeteer- who had a lovely puppet named Mlle. Garonce through whom to pour his emotion. The name of the main female character in Children of Paradise is Garance.
There is also a lot of talk in the section on his Camille about how there's nothing as ardent as the love of a young man for an old whore. ...and that's why he keeps coming to the theatre.
current mood:
miffed
I handed her my clothes, and she said, "You want it Saturday?"
Saturday, for fuck's sake. It's damn Wednesday, and she asks if I want it Saturday.
No, I want it tonight.
Alex was telling us recently a story from one of her psychology classes- from what I understood, this was an actual experiment... Although I'm not sure how this could have been set up without invalidating the basic thesis.
Several straight girls were living on the same floor of an apartment building, with one guy who was "okay" for all of them living on the same floor. On several floors above lived guys who were "perfect" matches for them (I guess they used a dating service)... And all the girls were more interested in dating the okay guy than in going out of their way for something better.
I am those girls with my dry cleaner. They suck, but they're 2 doors down from me.
In other news, excited about my play being chosen, I picked up my copy of Ridiculous Theatre: Scourge of Human Folly- the essays and opinions of Charles Ludlam to read on the train and during lunch and whatnot. Not only was there a reference to fools (natural and artificial) and how to play them, but there was also a mention that the only man besides the amazing Mr. Ludlam to have played Camille at the time was a puppeteer- who had a lovely puppet named Mlle. Garonce through whom to pour his emotion. The name of the main female character in Children of Paradise is Garance.
There is also a lot of talk in the section on his Camille about how there's nothing as ardent as the love of a young man for an old whore. ...and that's why he keeps coming to the theatre.
current mood:
miffed