Jim Henson, my ass.

Customer: "Excuse me, sir?"

Dan: "Yes?"

Customer: "You look like Jim Henson."

Dan: "Thank you."


That's the conversation (in it's entirety) that occurred five minutes before I left work today. I don't really think I look like Jim Henson, though, and in his defense, the customer was semi-mentally-challenged. But it was an interesting cap on a long day.

Right now I'm cookin' myself some fat hamburgers cause I'm feeling the need to get my red meat on. I've got the next 4 days off, and E. Elz is due to arrive tomorrow, and as Eddie Murphy says, Eric just wants to party all the time, party all the time, party all the time.

Had a good meeting with Kevin the other night about the DOLLS HOUSE set. I think he and I are pretty much on the same page, and I think we could do some interesting stuff. He's got a good cast and a good costumer, so it could be a quite a good play.

Hmmm, what else? This city is a horrible place to drive in the rain. Horrible, horrible, horrible. I cussed out many people on the way to work and the way home from work. Can't we all just drive like adults?