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I heard this about a week ago when the show opened, but I didn't get around to adding it until now. It's the opening of Midsummer, as rewritten by the director. The faeries each take a few words:

Hail, mortals! Hail, hail, hail! Remember to turn off all cellphones, beepers, watch alarms, and other things that might go BEEP! in the night. Because remember...we know where you're sitting.

(one faerie remains behind)

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to A Midsummer Night's Dream. Please keep your arms and legs inside the audience at all times.

(this last bit because Puck tends to come barreling down the many aisles of the theatre without warning, and if he trips on those hooves of his it's all over for Robin Goodfellow...)

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Oh my good god. I have a brain tumor or a mental condition or something.

I came down to the Connect-Lab (the enclosed space with very few people but lots of ports for me to access with my laptop) to do a little work, and lo and behold, as I walk up to the door to punch in my code...

Nothing.

Fives and threes figure somewhere in the SEVEN DIGIT CODE, that's a phone number, and it's the number I most regularly dial, for christ's sake. I dial that number into the door more often than I dial any other number (to be fair, this is because some of the numbers are on speed dial). How on earth could I forget it?

Twenty minutes solid I tried codes. Fives and threes and zeros. Oh my god. I feel so incredibly stupid, but it's like the little bit of my brain that retains what few numbers I am able to cope with -- I still use my fingers to add five and seven -- has entirely shut down.

I am a moron.