FYI. As childish and boorish as was the thread on Followspot about THE TEMPEST--that is, as irrelevent as it was--I nonetheless find going on stage much more difficult, now, knowing that we're catnip for malicious theater gossip, even if the gossipers are children. Last night, I struggled not to give into some means of apologizing for my performance, even while performing. Looking at the theater people I knew in the audience, I wanted hide from them. And I did, a little, especially in my opening speech. Try as I might to 'throw' myself into it, a greater part of me remained preoccupied--and more numb--than usual. My reaction makes me rue my own past unkindnesses to fellow performers (that said, note the way in which I talk about JINGLE SPREE, giving specific feedback, rather than denigrating performers' efforts.)
November. Dark days. Give each other a hand up, people, rather than push them away. Karma's a mean dog.
On the upside: stem cell research won; education won; Rumsfeld lost; the corrupt Republican Oligarchy has had a (at least temporary) setback. Cheers.