His other nickname is Beelzebub

My roomate has a kitten who is in the throes of teenagehood (if there is such a thing for cats). He's rebellious, holds grudges, attacks people playfully (and sometimes not so).

His latest trick is climbing out the living room window and taking a little walk on the roof outside. He knows how to jump back in through the window (we realized this after freaking out a couple of times that he was "stuck" when he really wasn't). There is a window in my room that is missing a screen, so it's basically open. I like to leave it open as well because it provides a very nice crosswind.

Yesterday morning at 5:52am the friggin cat clambered through my open window to land straight on my head. I've been trying to train him with a water spritzer (which I thankfully had at hand), so I sprayed him in the face and he jumped out. I thought that was the end of the story, but the damned cat proceeded to jump through my open window another two times (each time getting a spritz of water in the face or bum).

I need to sleep and having a cat barge through my window at 6am and waking me up is making me cranky. So I decided to forgo the nice crosswind and closed the window, leaving only a tiny sliver open. This morning at 6am, I heard a desperate scrambling and a thud. I couldn't help but smile a bit in my sleep. I had won this round but I knew that there were many more rounds to go.

So, Nick and Norah's stupidly sentimental and overly simplistic and obvious playlist was a waste of time and eye strain. Crap! If I reviewed movies for a living that would be the only word I would use: Crap! And nothing else to describe it.

Wherein I tell a boring story of a lost cellphone and the lessons learned from the errors of my way (not really)

I got a smart phone recently, a blackberry, and I must confess that I am in the throes of obsession, updating my theme, my wallpaper, downloading different ringtones, applications, reading every thing there is to know about it, and keeping myself from licking the screen obsessively.

I have the bad habit of placing my cellphone on my lap while I drive so that I can easily answer it when it rings (illegal yes, but who doesn't talk on the cellphone and drive at the same time?). While I was driving yesterday I stopped the car to get a towel from the back seat, as the windows were fogging up (I was driving my mom's very old car). I stepped out of the car grabbed the towel, hopped back in and sped off into the city. In the area of El Dorado I look for my phone to call my friend to let her know I was close by, when I realize that I cannot find my phone; I frantically search the passenger seat while I am driving, fumbling blindly for the rubberized outer shell, or the smooth screen, but my fingers find nothing. I grab my old cellphone and dial the new cellphone's number and I hear nothing; no ring tone, no vibrations, zilch. It dawns on me that my cellphone might have fallen off my lap and into the ground. This is not the first time it happens, but when I did drop my cellphone any old place (like the street, or the sidewalk), it was a cheap cellphone that I didn't mind losing.

I turned the car around and sped back to the scene of the crime, holding myself together and chanting, 'let it be there, let it be there, let it be there, please it let it be there'. As I turned the corner to the area where I had stopped the car I couldn't see a thing, it was empty, but then I saw my phone a couple of feet from where I had stopped, impeccable and alone in a big empty street.

Strangely Familiar

"If I remember the puzzle shape, I can't remember it's color....... it's like the final gasps of something dying...."

We have all been working so very hard on this production. It promises to be creepily fantastic and beyond all of your wildest dreams. It will be showing at the Anita Villalaz Theater in Casco Viejo on October 23, 24, and 25 at 8pm. Tickets are $10 and benefit the PAC Foundation. Tickets can be reserved at 6557-1340 or pacpanama@gmail.com.

Neverland

Reality Bites

I had a lovely one week vacation in Bocas del Toro to come straight back into the bosom of a crazy city with demanding schedules and responsibilities. Oh, hi reality, didn't miss you at all. I might have bitten off more than I can chew, or maybe I just need to learn how to chew, either way this week has been intense and insane. I am getting through it, but half the time I feel like I just don't have enough time to get everything done. November is looking lovely though, empty of all things like responsibilities and duties and dour things like those.

The theater production I am in has been kicked into high gear which means that I have to kick my own ass into high gear and get my shit together (my shit which is all over the place, scattered like my dirty clothes all over my bedroom floor). The production is so very exciting and I can't wait to get an idea of what it's going to start looking like. The actors are all phenomenal and talented not to even mention the musicians who are all superb. Strangely Familiar opens on October 23rd at the Teatro Anita Villalaz and will only have a three day run, which means everyone must buy their tickets as early as possible.

To top it all off, my grandfather had a surgical procedure done where 85% of his stomach was removed. He's currently doing great in recovery, quickly improving and as inappropriate and foul mouthed as ever. Last night I spent the night in the hospital room with him and as it figures, I got hardly any sleep. He was up by 4:30am fussing about being uncomfortable and not getting enough air. The nurse accomodated him in his bed and gave him some oxygen. Bleary eyed and exhausted I looked on, knowing quite well I had to wake up in two hours. I could use a nap right now. If everything goes well he should be sent home today where he will have more women fussing over him.