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Spent most of yesterday listening to the Gladiator soundtrack because

rahalia_cat sent it to me and I finally got around to get getting to the post office. Like most Zimmer scores, it's bombastic nonsense, but I really like bombastic nonsense, and as such, am quite pleased.

This seems to be the year of learning to say no acting-wise. Considering the SM job I turned down, and saying not to some background work that would have made this week impossible. If there'd been a definite waiver in it, I would have done it, and I'm going to the open background call for the new Nicole Kidman flick this weekend (ah, signs of spring), but you know, whatever. It fills space. I am starting to get itchy for something to do though.

graene and her husband arrive for a visit tomorrow, and I have to sort of shake Sydney out of my head enough to remember what's interesting in NYC to tell people to do.

Counsellor got nominated for a Lucille Lortel award, which is lovely (and I saw John on a rerun of The West Wing last night), but none of this particularly puts the stars in motion in my universe.

I hate when people talk about pregant women and their "cute baby bumps." It just sounds so fucking jejune to me. I dunno why it drives me up the wall, but it just does. Can't we go with "big fabulous belly" or something that doesn't make me think of LegoWorld speed bumps?