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It's the day of the night of the first at-the-venue rehearsal for the chorus show for this season, and the first day off work for me, in.a stretch.  Despite my having lotsa to-do, which I'm now gonna have to fill the next few days with, while having to get up at an insanely early hour one day to meet workers who start like so many workers do at some insanely early hour, I took it easy today.  Haven't even brought in the box of cat food sitting on my stoop for 6 hours, one minute from now, as I type, or several minutes ago, by the time I hit post.  I've showered, so there's that, and finally at something, but mostly I went through Letterboxd for 1986 and the 1920s and the 1800s (that part's easy) and then picked out some options from my watchlist shortlist list (which isn't that short) to check for available streaming and watch trailers of, and then I watched one.

I only watched it cuz I realized recently and only from my credit card bill cuz I'd shunted all email from them to a direct--to--not-in-my-face folder that I'm still getting my 99-cent--a--month Hulu (with stinkin' ads) subscription, which I thought I'd canceled months ago (cuzza the stinkin' ads).  But today I got my ass logged back in there and watched Quiz Lady, which was really good, and just the ticket, and worth the time, including the stinkin' ad time, and the chunk of leisure time it ate up.  I put in on my fave films of the last decade list and then looked up whether it was indeed one of the last performances of Paul "Pee-Wee Herman" Ruebens (so not the painter), and it was.  While there I saw that he did a Bob's Burgers toward the very end, too, so that's queued up now--- he's about to make his entrance as the massage student, in S13, E22, "Amelia".

Wanna watch it, and was tickled to see him pop up in Quiz Lady (in a funny way), cuz I'd just seen another of my fave films of the past decade when I watched Pee-wee as Himself.

So the last few minutes before I have to put more clothes on and drive to some high school lord-knows-how-far from here I'll be spending taking in that last voice role and last TV part he contributed to the fun of the world before croaking.

All the awareness in the world that I'm blowing my time today doesn't make it less that great, as a day off.  Hope the rehearsal is some version of icing on the cake.  A little late to be figuring out (as I will tonight, sans cheat sheet) how few lyrics I know, behind the literal mask that will make my perfection a smidge less pressing, but, hey, that's okay.  I've been alone with pleasing activities, apart from the pleasing kitty-cat cuddling (which is an "apart from" cuz it's not alone, not cuz it's not pleasing), and allowed to wallow in my own idiosyncratic combination of the natural sentence structure I can't engage with so effectively when communicating to others (see [pretty much all of the] above), nightowlism, these pink Crocs, and whatever-all else the fuck.
 
 
P.S.  The end of Quiz Lady has my favorite ever of the tags telling what becomes of the characters after the credits have rolled and more time has gone by in their world.