dream theater

In my living room, talking to datlowen about something he'd come over to pick up, or something. He was on his way out when the land line rang. Who could be calling me on this line, we both wondered, since I never give anyone that number. (In real life I don't even have a phone plugged in.) It was Gentleman Caller, and I waved so-long to N as I said hi, he let himself out, and GC said "Listen, I've been thinking - I'll see you on Saturday, but. Yeah. So, yeah."

My legs went out from under me, I couldn't draw a breath to call N back, and I woke up.

Dreams suck. :-(

randomly

Am I the only one who thinks sometimes about how some actors resemble one another enough that I would cast them as brothers? (I mean, successful performers have less variation in physical type than the population as a whole, so it's not usually a total reach no matter who is cast as siblings, right? Like pick any three white women, and the odds are pretty good they're slender and narrow-shouldered, and probably have high cheekbones and somewhat pointy chins, and you can dye their hair and put contacts in their eyes, boom, Meg Ryan and Lisa Kudrow and Diane Keaton are sisters, sold.)

Anyway, though, for a long time I've thought that John Barrowman looks not unlike a younger Mark Harmon; and the folks making Frasier wrote the part of Niles because they saw that David Hyde Pierce looks a lot like a younger Kelsey Grammer; and tonight, with vintage Law & Order on the TV, I'm thinking that Chris Noth looks a bit like a younger Peter Gallagher. Anyone else?

nose + grindstone = ... sharper nose?

Last semester I was enrolled in a course that called for six items of written work: three response papers, a lit review, a site-visit write-up, and a take-home final. I had handed in two of the response papers and the lit review when my dad's diagnosis came down and ruined my ability to focus on anything at all, and the professor was absolutely understanding about my taking an Incomplete, and that was that. Only because of a logistical error I'd made on the first of the response papers, it actually hadn't counted, which I knew before I handed in the second one (he was pretty groovy about that, too, letting me redo it instead of taking a zero), so actually what remained for me to change the I to a grade other than F was two more responses, the site-visit write-up, and the final. I have until the end of the spring term to do this.

Last day of classes in the spring term is May 9. I've done the two responses (they suck, but they're done) and half the final (four short-answer questions, two of which are longer than the prescribed single page but two of which are much, much shorter, so it's still four pages of text total, for whatever that's worth :-P; what remains are the two long essay questions, bleh, but whatever, the project is get it done). The site-visit thing calls for some thinking, some going somewhere, and a 7-10 page paper, which knowing me will probably clock in at about five and a half, but my feeling is, DO IT, that's the important thing, I don't actually mind taking a low grade in the class as it will be the only low grade on the transcript and I can point to the serious sinker life threw at me in that semester and it'll all be fine. As long as I get it all handed in.

This semester's class is going fine. I am not concerned that I'm going to get whomped again. Whew.