Ko and I saw the Underground Shakespeare Company’s free performance of Macbeth this evening (their brilliant advertising slogan: “Free Willy!”). The show was excellent, but what I’ll really remember was what happened before the show began. Because of the rainy weather, the performance was held inside, in the rooftop lounge of High Rise East (Harnwell — I’m in High Rise North, Hamilton). We arrived just before 7, and the timing was just perfect to see the sunset. It was amazing. I’m not used to seeing the vast expanse of sky afforded to the inhabitants of the tallest buildings in the area. So naturally, being me, I immediately took out my camera. Results here, here, here, and here (mmm, the lovely effect of shooting through dirty glass).

Also, last night, Ko and I spiffed up the room considerably. I’m still rearranging my walls, but suffice it to say, our room is at least 600% cooler than when we began. Pictures of our Door-O-Liberalness, our ceiling tapestries, our poster hoard, etc. soon to come. I am supremely vexed, as I was highest bidder on a set of 10 “Hero” miniposters for seveal days, and I was outbid this evening with NINE SECONDS TO GO. So the poor blank spot on our poster wall will remain blank a bit longer. (Dad, don’t even think about intervening.) We shall continue to seek out something befitting of the spot!

In other news, this is awesome, and this is about time!

Whee! I arrived at callbacks promptly at 10 this morning, only to have the express pleasure of waiting with my fellow auditionees nearly half an hour, so that someone could unlock the doors. Der. Oh, and did I mention the pouring-down rain? That was also a fun factor, especially as the building had only about 6 inches of awning to stand beneath, and I found that my umbrella leaks.

The actual callback went quite well, though. The show looks like it’s a lot of fun, and the other auditionees look like a great bunch of people. I’m one of 17 girls trying out for 5 female roles, so we’ll just have to see. “Annie Get Your Gun” callbacks are tomorrow evening, and tomorrow night, or probably more like Monday morning, at an estimated 5AM, we’ll find out casting. Tra-la.

Man, this is one fabulous sandwich. *eats half and saves half for later*

HELLO! PEOPLE WHO I AUDITIONED FOR YESTERDAY! CALL ME ALREADY. I know you said you’d be contacting me late tonight, but you’d think it would be before 1AM!

Edit, the next morning: So Billy called me after 3AM, merrily waking up the whole suite. Death is too good for him. And by the morning, the Penn Players finally put the callback lists online, even though they said they would contact us individually. Callbacks for Quadramics (“The Musical Comedy Murders of 1940”) today 10-12AM; callbacks for Penn Players (“Annie Get Your Gun”) tomorrow 8-10PM. Tra-la.

The “Jersey Girls”, the five 9/11 widows who effectively pressed for a 9/11 Commission, endorsed Kerry Wednesday. One of them, Kristen Breitweiser, arguably the quintessential “security mom,” may be the most powerful advocate for Kerry in the country. Click here to read her interview with CNN’s Judy Woodruff.

Click here to read Gov Dean’s statement on Bush and DeLay’s failure to renew the Assault Weapons Ban. Gah, this is just one of those situations where you have to ask why on earth anyone would want to let this crucial piece of legislation lapse.

And randomly, urgh! He’s a Wharton student? (video here).

Some beautiful, beautiful person remastered the rather shoddy boot of the Serenity preview from Comic Con. Go check it out! How swiftly and beautifully it transfers on bittorrent! *makes whooshing noises* Still not great quality, but it’s a lot better than where it was before.

And in the name of political silliness, my dad just forwarded me an email containing these manips. Sheer utter brilliant genius, and also scary. Arnold’s girlie men: Bush, Cheney, Kerry, and Edwards. HAHAHA.

I know this “quote” was discredited as an internex hoax, but I still appreciate the sentiment. Who says you have to be famous to be quoteable?

Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor, for patriotism is indeed a double-edged sword. It both emboldens the blood, just as it narrows the mind.

And when the drums of war have reached a fever pitch and the blood boils with hate and the mind has closed, the leader will have no need in seizing the rights of the citizenry. Rather, the citizenry, infused with fear and blinded by patriotism, will offer up all of their rights unto the leader and gladly so.

How do I know? For this is what I have done. And I am Caesar.

–credited to Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar

The concept of those 9/11 commemorative coins and the new “Patriot Day” makes me feel nauseated. 9/11 is not a holiday, George, and it’s not about patriotism. The fact that it shares the name with The Patriot Act makes it even worse. It’s like calling Holocaust Remembrance Day “Jewish/Gay/Gypsy/etc Pride Day.” 9/11 could have become a Memorial Day for the victims of terrorism worldwide, but now it’s in the calendars as a day for American national chauvanism. They do realize that it wasn’t only Americans that died on that day? What in the name of all good and holy is going through these people’s minds?

Oh, and more hypocrisy.