I’m a huge Wonder Woman fan. But the more I think of the second movie, the angrier I get.

Holy cats, an actual SNS? I missed you Jezzies!

I’m in Oklahoma.

It’s “prostate” cancer.

I beg your GOT-damned pardon - how was it allowed to misfire the second time???

You think they would have learned after, if not Jon-Erik Hexum, then after Brandon Lee. Kinda sad how community theater (amateurs, underfunded, often untrained in everything) can be safer than Hollywood (money flows like water, actors often brag out their acting education).

Right.

In my case, we’re shooting the starter pistol for a sound effect offstage. Shooting it at the ground is a safety procedure.

This needs to be looked into, not just on Baldwin’s part (jeez, Shannon), but on the part of whoever was in charge of safety on the set.

Is he on the swim team?  We have to consider his swim meet schedule too.

My mental health lately has been garbage. Won’t go into details, but there were days when I had to remind myself that I went though something similar before and came out okay, so it was just a matter of taking in deep breaths.

A guy who doesn’t like libraries will never get in my undies.  Probably the same kinda guy who thinks the movie is better than the book.  Bye, Peter.

I’m in Oklahoma - I need some circus peanuts for a play I’m stage managing*. They need to be severed toes**.

And Chris *checks headline* Evans as the hunky movie star that needs her to keep away obsessed fans?

I hope the people at the unemployment offices get pictures of their Surprised Pikachu faces when they realize they can’t get benefits if they quit their jobs.

My play started last night.

I live in a town that has an Air Force base in it. I can vouch for the Military part. For a while, the bank I worked at had a lot of Lula Roe* would-be “fashion consultants”** opening accounts and loans with visions of dollar signs dancing in their heads. A lot - I’d say a good majority - of them were wives of airmen…

This may have been the high point of his ‘career’.

Next weekend (a week from yesterday), our production of The Tempest with me as Prospero opens. Eeep.

My sister was five foot nothing and was short her entire life - people wanted to scoop her up all the time. She learned to kick shins early.