Preparing: for a staged reading of a new version of Inside Fighter, the play I wrote last year. The reading will happen at Around the Coyote this weekend, Oct. 18th & 19th, 3:30pm. Stop by and say hello, won’t you?
Reading: Watchmen. Apparently the movie deal for the book has been in the news a lot lately, but I’ve blocked that out and pretended I’ve been deported by the present-day and sent back to the time when the book first came out. I haven’t read much in the way of comics, so a blank, fresh mind is easy to come by.
Listening: to public radio, I still can’t tell if the sky is falling, or the financial floor has dropped out from underneath us, or however you want to put it. But the smart people at NPR foretell of gloom. Which makes me feel better somehow. Like if even the weatherman is afraid of the storm, your own fears aren’t unjustified.
Remembering: last week’s day off for my birthday; a trip to Northerly Island and 12th St. Beach, then a stop at the planetarium (free admission!) for a 3-D movie, then to the Harold Washington Library to check out comics, then coffee at Atomix and a walk up to Quimby’s. A perfect nerd day, in retrospect.
Hoping: that the rustling behind my fridge isn’t a mouse. I will scream. I will scream.