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Hey all.

Loaded the show into the theatre today... it's time for the announcement.

Forensic and the Navigators
Oct 2-Oct 5, 8:00 PM

If you're in the city, you should definitely drop by. No excuses (that I know (guitar riff)).

Fun story time? OK, here we go...

I woke up this morning... rolled over... opened my eyes. Looked at Jason's clock

11:30 AM

"HOLY SHIT!" I yell, and I jump out of bed, grab the clothes closest to my bed, and run out the door putting them on.

I continue to yell "HOLY SHIT!" as I grab my bag and run out the door, leaving my roommates wondering, I assume, what the hell is going on.

I was supposed to be at the theatre to load in at 10:00 AM. At this point, I am 1 1/2 hours late. I figure somebody would've called me (actually, probably about once every 5 minutes since 10:10) but my phone battery died the night before and I didn't plug it in, as I was going to be working all day anyway.

I ran out of the building, ran to 2nd Avenue, ran out into the street and stopped a taxi.

We get to Tisch, I pay the cab driver, I run up to the third floor of Tisch. The Lighting Designer sits on a couch. "Is Al in there?" I ask. She says nothing, only nods.

I run into the theatre. It is empty, except for Al closing up the booth. "Al," I say, now on the verge of tears, "I am so sorry... I'm so so sorry..."

She looks at me inquisitively. "What's wrong?" she asks.

"I'm so late, I'm sorry I'm sorry..."

"What time were you supposed to be here?"

"10:00!" I exclaim.

She shows me her watch. It is 9:50 AM...

Let's rewind, shall we?

When my alarm rang this morning, Jason began to pound on his clock believing that it was his alarm. He pushed many buttons in frustration, changing the time on his clock to 2 hours later than it actually was. So my alarm got turned off (by me, apparently, what can I say?), and when I woke up all I saw was Jason's clock.

Didn't grab my watch because I was in a hurry, didn't get my cell-phone because it was dead. I must have passed three stationary clocks (one in the lobby of my building, one in the lobby of Tisch, one on the third floor of Tisch) but was so intent on getting there as quickly as possible that I didn't notice. The cab didn't have a clock, damnit, I looked.

Anyway, I was there 10 minutes early. And load-in was great!

I fell "victim" to the single greatest advertising campaign in the history of the world.

While sitting in the Tisch Common Room, I happened to notice a table nearly covered in videotapes. They were unlabeled, unmarked, left completely out in the open. The reel on the cassette was very short-- I had many guesses as to what it could be. I was sitting in a film school.

I just watched it. Got a guess?

It was the video from The Ring!

Nothing on the reel said anything about the movie, I know what it was because I chanced to see an ad for the film. Do you see what this means? They left them there for people to take, and then those same people are gonna bug the hell out as soon as they see... you know... it's brilliant!

~Dave

(O.K.... let's ingnore the fact that I had it coming, that I was stealing, blah blah blah...)

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Seriously!

~Dave

Rehearsal got out early today.

Know why?

BECAUSE I'M THE DIRECTOR, THAT'S WHY!

It's Friday, and I'm not kidding around.

A Story (or, Why New York Isn't Really All That Bad):

I woke up this morning. Had my usual breakfast of Top Ramen and Coca-Cola. I commented upon how much of a college male I am. I went to school.

I sat through a lecture on Goethe's Faust in my 19th Century European Theatre class. This classroom is on the third floor of a building on Waverly Place. During the lecture, a marching band walked past. Twice (come to think of it, it could have been two marching bands each passing by once. I was not next to the wall of windows). At another time during this 75 minute class, some form of emergency vehicle drove by, sirens wailing. There was traffic. It honked, several times, sirens continuing to wail, until traffic cleared and it could move on. My professor feigned hitting her head against her desk. I think she was feigning, at any rate.

I was making a run over to Playwrights to drop off some papers and pick up some others. I ran into my roomie Aaron on the street, so I took a detour with him and went to Barnes & Noble. I picked up Neil Gaiman's new book Coraline. We parted ways, and I went to Playwrights.

Now the day gets interesting. My History of Theatre Architecture Class had a field trip today to go visit the Delacorte Theatre in Central Park. I decided to take my lunch and my books, go to Central Park early, and spend some time lounging before the rest of the class got there. 81st St. On the West Side.

A slight subway mishap. A mistake I've made more than once. I went to the A C E subway station on West 4th St. I waited for the train. I got on the train. I got on the E train, which hangs a right at 53rd St. and heads for Queens. By the time I realize the mistake, it's always too late. I manage to get off the train while still in Manhattan, find a 6 train station, take it up to 77th St, now on the wrong side of the park. I chug ass up to 81st, through the park, and get to theatre (literally) as the rest of the class walks up to the entrance gate. It took me over an hour to get there. Ugh.

After the theatre, I decided to take my damn reading time back. I still had my lunch in its paper bag. I found a tree... I ate my lunch (sandwich = grilled chicken, portobella mushrooms, lettuce, tomato, pesto basil spread... drink = vanilla coke). I read issue 1 of Paradigm and the first issue in book 1 of Transmetropolitan. I sat, and I read and...and... yes... I actually stopped thinking about my play for a few minutes!!! Wonder of wonders!!! Mission accomplished!!!!

I decided it was time to move on, and I began to walk back toward 5th Avenue, and I thought... "Hmm (yes I thought "Hmm"). I do happen to be oh so close to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Perhaps a quick stop?"

It was at this point that I decided that New York isn't that shabby of a place to live, you know? Amazing insight.

I went straight to the Modern Art exhibit because I was alone and I could do what I wanted to. I looked, I studied, and then I left when I was done... (which, sadly, doesn't take very long in art museums. I become overwhelmed... I can't handle taking it in anymore. It's an absolute assault on my mind, and I just... I don't know how to handle it. The way I have to do art museums is one hour of art, one hour of being quiet and processing what I've seen, then maybe I can go back to the art. Today, I left. I can always go back. It's just a couple miles up the road.)

All in all... it has just been an excellent day.

Turns out that I'm tired.

What really made my day was getting to hear THREE tracks from the new Pearl Jam CD "Riot Act." Man... it's twelve years later, and they're still kicking everyone's ass.

I'm off to bed now...

Bob-Mike, I picked up book 1 of Transmetropolitan today. Word?

Peace homies.

~Dave

By the way, you can read the posts I wrote while davidjmcgee.com was down here. There's some interesting stuff. This stuff is much cooler, though.

Hey, kids.

It took the majestic Joshua H. McGee all of four minutes to fix the "plague" of problems with my blogger and whatnot. Wow. Difficult problems.

Welcome home. It's where we belong you know.

~Dave

Wow. Two posts in the last six months. That's just... great! I'm incredible at this blogging thing.