The more you are, the more you aren’t.

What’s it all for? Why are we here? What am I doing here? What’s it all about, Alfie? We get up in the morning, have breakfast, go to work, work, come home from work, blah, blah, blah. What do we hope to accomplish? What do we accomplish? We download software updates, type on our computers, drive our cars, watch our movies, what’s the point? Excuse me if I sound like a Nihilist today. I guess that’s what Monday mornings will do to people. The first utterance from my mouth today was a curse at my alarm clock. “Son of a motherless goat!” Perhaps I need a gentler alarm clock. Yes, that’s the point of it all. Alarm clocks.

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Final report: good crowd, full house. Deb skipped an entire verse of “Irish Ballad,” and Nick was about to sing over someone else, but other than that things went pretty smoothly. Strike was fast and the cast dinner at the Crazy Crab was very tasty—hats off to SCRC and The Haskells. It was good to see the family this weekend, but I’m looking forward to getting home (and seeing more family on the way).

Two shows: the matinee was mostly full and the evening show was sold out. I’d say the afternoon crowd was more raucous but both were good audiences. There was a hot repatch during the first show where the nuke lights came on early for a short while just as I was introducing a number in Act II. In the evening show Deb made a verse of “Irish Ballad” just one lyric repeated over and over again: “She cut her baby brother in two, (rickety-tickety-tin), she cut her baby brother in two, she cut her baby brother in two, and served him up as an Irish stew, and invited the neighbors in.” Hmm. That was interesting.

Just because I don’t smile doesn’t mean I’m not happy.

Another great crowd tonight: they rivaled if not surpassed Tuesday night’s crowd. The gunshot light cues were early again tonight. Chip reported that he thought a circuit was out again on the strip lights, will check before tomorrow’s matinee.

Western religions, insomuch as they are understood in literal and/or rigidly dogmatic terms, are comfort systems designed to answer the unexplainable and to self-promulgate. Idolatry of a singular omnipotent deity demonstrates prepubertal cognitive and analytical development in favor of deferential behavior to an external higher power rather than one’s own self, self-worth, or internal truths. Conflict between these external directives and internal instincts, when not sociopathic in nature, leads to unnecessary and unproductive angst and guilt which could be remedied by adopting an outlook synchronous to the extent of one’s own self-awareness.