Renaissance Girl

I am still shocked, & alternating among a sort of nauseated despair, ridiculous hilarity, & fuck-you-I'll-do-my-own-thing-&-better determination.

I am not, however, so knocked off kilter that I didn't go back & change "between" to the grammatically correct "among" in that first sentence, so, you know, there's hope for me yet. ...or possibly none at all, depending on your view of the importance of grammar. :)

In any case, I am currently finishing up the last Broadway Hour show of the quarter, & since that means I've been surfing the interwebs for the last two hours, have some links:

Racism is Over. This is a blog. It is hilarious, satirical, & perfect. Go look!

Ann Friedman tell us why the gay rights movement needs to stop calling it a culture war & start framing it as a civil rights debate. As far as I can see, many people already are, but I guess it's still a good point--culture wars are full of personal attacks & vitriol & the ability to push your culture on someone else. Demanding civil rights can still garner you hatred & vitriol, but no one has to like you, just, y'know, give you equal civil rights.

On the note of gay rights, Prop 8: The Musical. Awesome.


God, I love Neil Patrick Harris. I want to be his friend.

callbacks last night went well, as far as i can tell (which i never really feel like i can). there were only two of us juliets left by the end (i hate always assuming things, but...i can't really help it). so maybe that means it's me or a-ro? maybe not? i don't know.
i am also anxious about other people--one other person--who seriously deserves to get a major part in this, & i am worried they won't--not because they're not incredible & are a good actor regardless, but because...i worry.

i hate using the phrase "deserves to" in regards to casting, but i feel like for university casting it's different.

mostly i'm just anxious. & i hate, hate the waiting...nothing i can do. i could go talk to chris about any number of this, but she can't really do anything except reassure me.

we find out via email tomorrow. i'm not going to check my email until i'm done with everything. because if i don't get an email, i'm going to be checking every five minutes. & will probably be depressed. & if i do get one, & it's the one i want, i won't be able to think about anything else all day.

not that i'll be able to do that anyway. agh.