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THIS WEEK. JESUS.

February is evil, guys. And I have missed like, all my shows.

So I made a resolution that I was going to stay inside all day today and catch up on television. I've already managed to get through Person Of Interest (Superheroes!) and Big Bang Theory (holy shit you guys, Sheldon actually laughed like an ordinary person, I was startled) and this afternoon I might try Doctor Who BUT NOW: WHITE COLLAR.

This morning has restored my faith in television.

Spoilers for 3.14, ( Pulling Strings. )

3a. JONES, THAT WAS A BIONIC MAN QUOTE. You awesome dork.

I am totally shaping up Exquisite. I've figured out the key. I haven't written anything but one monologue, but I get where it needs to go now, and that one monologue is the whole turnpiece. (It involves Peter being so awesome you guys won't believe it.) THANK GOD.

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Oh and then I called my mother.

( Sam's Mum's Three Things About White Collar )

and of course, a 3a:

Mum: I think the most violent episode of White Collar is the one where they beat on each other with antiques. I like that it's not very violent. It's all intellect! And you want to see what happens next.
Sam: Speaking of violent, I saw Person of Interest this week.
Mum: With superheroes! But I can't watch that before bed, or I have bad dreams, it's too violent. Now, White Collar I can watch before bed. I like that.

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Lately I've been doing some work for a local theatre group, and I have to say I've been massively impressed by them -- for a small group they are the most together little theatre I've ever encountered. Possibly it helps that I'm not designing a multi-location set on a shoestring budget with an insane director, but I think it's just that somehow they've managed to assemble every not-crazy theatre professional in Chicago in one place.

I'm going to talk to the director about coming on in a more permanent fashion -- they're clueless about grants and fundraising, which I can fix, and I don't know if they even have a literary manager. (For those not in the biz, that's the person who reads submitted plays or solicits plays for production and helps build the season's selection; usually they're either a dramaturg or serve as one for various shows. When I was a literary intern, I used to get a huge kick out of this; I still have the CD someone sent us of ENRON: THE MUSICAL.)

I thought I might also submit a play or two, on the off-chance; I went through my old folder of "Plays - Completed" and found one I wrote in undergrad called "Classified" which would be great if it weren't based on the concept of newspaper classified ads, which are like ten years out of date. I suppose I could rename it "Craigslist" but since it's predicated on someone stealing his crush's newspaper to find out what she likes by reading the classified ads she's circled, that may not work. (Yes, he is creeptastic, that's intentional, and no, he doesn't get the girl.) Missed chances! Ah well.

Oh man some of these are so awful. I need to create a "Plays - Nobody Should Ever See This" folder.