Private Lives - Broadway review launch

Well, i finally made it to broadway - reviewing, that is. This is my first installment of what i hope to be a long and healthy career writing about theater on Broadway.

It was to my absolute surprise and delight when the press rep for the show Private lives, a 1930 comedy written by Noel Coward, agreed to the write up.

Presented at the Music Box theater, it features Kim Cattrall (formerly Samantha Jones of Sex and the City fame) and Paul Gross (of Due South and Slings and Arrows fame) as the quarreling divorced couple, Amanda and Elyot, who meet up again on adjacent balconies while honeymooning in the south of France with their new spouses.

If the premise sounds funny to you, what ensues is a hilarious romp. Ruth Leon of Playbill describes Amanda and Elyot as "the most intriguing and infuriating couple ever to set foot on a stage." I would add, they are the funniest fighters to have ever rekindled the passion. The only agreeing is horizontal.

From the moment Elyot utters "we have to leave" to his new wife Sybil played by Anna Madeley, the fast paced madcap humor kicks in and the romp com begins.

A preview of what's to come between Elyot and Amanda is expressed when she tells Victor, her new husband played by Simon Paisley Day that she "once broke gramophone records over his head" (Elyot's).

I was laughing all the way through this 2 hour and twenty minute production and was especially thrilled to have seen Samantha Jones in the part of Amanda.

In treatment

Writing a treatment.


I plan on getting release forms for people.

Stomach problem -this is not fiction-I need a House

Before you think about doing anything else to me,, you might want to consider treating my fucking stomach problem which i have had for 5 years and all the doctors either lied or were incompentent. It has gotten worse in that place and the doctor there sent me for an eeg which i dont think i really need. I have odors coming out of my nose and my tongue is having a problem.and my teeth hurt when i eat and drink certain things. whoever was convinced that they should be putting it in my food or not treating it is obvisously missguided

I dont need a response; i need treatment.

If i go to the ER, I need a House.


IF any body knows what the treatment is to this problem, please let me know.

I have been ignored for too long.

Whoever is reading my blog and wishing to respond, i would prefer you not. I would prefer you find the treatment.

Stop defending the bad people.

The scumbag

The scumbag owns a bag made in a sweatshop; and then someone came on it.

The Beamer

She`ll flash a smile and talk about her boyfriend`s fancy car.

To the alternates:

Stop writing and commenting about me: you dont even live in the shelter: you have no right to comment on it and you i dont want to hear your commentary. Go find another project to occupy yourself with: you are a leech!

You are a hater!

To the people reading my blog for it: i dont fuckin know who you are but you are illegitimate and i will get lawyers after you if you are trying to write about me without a release form. You dont even live there.

We`re grapefull

The system has the money to feed people . they are choosin to starve people because they are fuckin assholes and the supplier needs to fuckin send enough fuckin food.

We have to eat the same fuckin disgusting macaroni salad in that fuckin place: matt damon: you would hate this fuckin macaroni salad. can you do something about it which does not involve harrassing me? which is what these stupid assholes in the city have chosen to do?

please respond.

I have a blog and sympathize with oxfam even though i have been trapped in that place without so much as having someone get me some part time date entry work.

I may delete this because i get harrassed every time i speak out.


They get miilions of fuckin dollars : i think they can feed people!

to the people walking by: fuck you.


TO THE PEOPLE WHO COMMUNICATED TO PEOPLE OF ME BEHIND MY BACK: YOU ARE ILLEGAL AND ILLEGITIMAGTE: I WILL SICK LAWYERS ON YOU; I DONT YOU WHO YOU FUCKIN ARE BUT I CAN SAY THIS YOU HAVE DISRUPTED MY SERENITY , BITCH!

She broke down

Who the fuck is writing she broke down?
To the blonde in the park: i dont fuckin know what you have to do with this fuckin story except for the fact that someone must have sent you in the park and told you to the write ~she broke down~ on your fuckin blackberry. Get the fuck out!

Are there any industry connected to this: there is nothing more unamerican than following someone everywhere and saying ~we`re making it with her~ while you are fucking starving.

to the liberals and conservatives: they are fucking starving them for ~!it~ in the fucking womens shelter system system of Brooklyn: please do something about it besides trying to lame the blame on other you fuckin asshole: m e thinks it is divide and conquer. Thst is not useful!

Alec Baldwin: Michael Moore: Jon Stewart: Susan Sarandon, Tim Robbins, Kanye West, Rosie O`Donnell, etc. call all your friends: is anyone out there? Please respond: I need a job! I am living in poverty and the last thing i need are leeches.

They did not help me out of there that is the mandate: I have suffered.

What is wrong with the coffee at starbucks? even the baristas will go along with the network/ conspiracy.

Occupy Wall street: hard rock cafe

They`re going to party like it`s 1999 $ for a house

Cybertext aftermath

This is not fiction:

In the aftermath of the cybertext rant, the city seems to be divided. Why do i have to be subjected to the division?

Fiction: Satired

I really don`t want your satire.
Where did you apply for a job?
SNL.


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Fiction: Collective bargaining with Hollywood

It has come to my attention that there are people who do not like my bankrolling the movie through collective bargaining with hollywood. To those people i say: poo poo on you.

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She`s just sitting there; nudge her a little bit so she starts writing.

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Why do i feel like the entire city is commenting on my blog and yet, i am still living where i am living and still no dinner invitation from the greedy bitches who are on their blackberries.

YOu need a release form, i do not know who has been uploading comments i have made where i am living, but as far as i am concerned, it is my writing project and if i include you consider yourself lucky.

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Oh, now, it`s a movie.

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Like any published material, if you use more than 1 word, you need to contact the author.

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Obviously, i am triggered by this situation. ALERT , ALERT .

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FICTITIOUS Rant:(NOT A THREAT) THIS RANT IS LITERATURE AND IN NO WAY A THREAT

i`m gonna call my hacker friends and they`re gonna hack into your files and hack into your whole fuckin life and you`re gonna end up in Russia.

If this sounds like anything that was ranted in the shelter, that`s because i ranted it first. (Let me just say that the woman who ranted it in the shelter was very funny. She`s gone now and did not leave a contact)

To the people who keep insisting that it is my showcase; it really is not. It is a cooperative effort in which we will be bargaining collectively with the industry. I have not as yet written very much from my contributors.

It is a one in a lifetime opportunity.

Fiction: liberal and conservative media denounce confiscation

"This is america. Only in the former soviet russia would the state bully a writer and confiscate a writer`s intellectual property" decried one pundit, "and then call it justice."

"They are trying to scare the writer, shame on them."

"Confiscate the cyberstalkers if they keep threatening the writer"


"Someone started the rumor as a way to leak out part of the story and advance a plot. "

"call it on wall street,bitch, not on a struggling writer (and her contributors) living in a shelter"

"that`s right, that`s a bitch for you, enjoy!"

"they suck"

"they want to confiscate and call it a movie? Confiscate wall street 1 and 2, bitch!"

"you`re sexist"

"call in on wall street, bitch and bastard"


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There`s denouncing for it.

I think i am done with the reality shelter portion of this program. They better be done doing her. I stick to fiction.

Occupy Wall Street 1 and 2

We`re asking for Oliver stones full support.


I think a lone tweeter may have given the cast system my frog. i don`t want them to get my sandwich.

Don`t let em take my sandwich.

If you are trying to take it away from me-watch out

The echo keeps saying take it away from her.

The echo keeps saying: that`s our movie with her. Who is the echo?

How is it that the clock said 9 and now it`s 10.
You got clocked.
I`m going to punch them. Just kidding.

I was talking to 3 people in that place and now it feels like the entire city is on the network - about me.

what`s going on?

Not any sexual healing.

Do you like my silly jokes?

It bette be a movie to get us out of there.

WHo is threatening me and saying it`s our movie at the same time?

The last thing you just said through the echo: really not.

I HATE THE ECHO! IF you know who the echo is: please communicate the message to them that they need to find another project to occupy themselves with.

homegals: getting stoned

"I feel like getting stoned."

walking to the bathroom with towel wrapped around and no undies; maintenance guy on knees on floor varnishing.

Who keeps saying that it is my .... word to describe show and law. Go away.



...

I know you are texting production companies with things i have said. I am on to you.

fiction: cast system - the wills

sign: Let us prepare your will.

"prepare them"

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Will i take a shower?



dear echo: if you


are not paying me, i do not want you to respond to my posts. I will write it myself. There is too many people for me to view this as anything other than a project where if people want to contribute , they can, but i am about to hunt the echo and go off on it.




I dont need a guilt trip, what i need is a job so i can move out of this place.

i dont need your satire, i need a job. this is not a final edit. these are random ideas.

Rants

Is anyone reading my blog?
If you have, you will have noticed a lot of ranting. I have a lot to rant about. That echo is still present. I am really tired of feeling like i am the problem. You are the problem.

I enjoy ranting; both verbal and written.

Stop with the kneejerk mimicking-mirroring

Do not come at me with it when i say i am going to try to find advertisers for my blog. Earning a living as a writer is my dream job and I will become annoyed again if you try to prevent me from that.

I have not earned any income in a very long time and I do not need that stress. I don`t know where you get off!

You got to go.

I may launch my punditry.

stockers

stop saying i left it open.

to the network: do not cause me any problems!

Dear (social) Network

When I sounded off about the texters , I was not angry at the women in my residence or at the ones that i have published on my blog. But it came as a surprise when i discovered there was what i would consider an illegitimate network of cyber stalkers outside my residence circulating info about myself especially comments that were obtained via spy tech (sitting on a bench by myself). I` d rather not dignify everything that comes out of the echo tech`s mouth. no thank you.

I dont really want to take up more space on this blog about this network but it is intrusive. I`d rather they send me an email.

The "for it" and the "for her" are also annoying and the pushing of the send button. It is pushing my buttons. I really do not need to be overwhelmed.

Again, to the echo: This is my poject in consultation with the people i want. if you are including this in a larger project, you should have told me about it. Please stop kneejerk mimicking; because yes it makes you a jerk.

Again this is not directed at the women in the residence. It is directed at the people outside in the city who keep stressing me out with this.

Hopefully, we will all be able to get over this latest hurdle peacefully.

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They brought in a fake piece. It`s a prop. It`s also fiction.

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The network -echo will then want to bring in the proposition because it loves to build off what i have written or said. And on and on.

this might go on my new blog: my friend, the muffia

I met a new friend.

The muffia: it will be defined. or someone will snatch the muffia.

Homegals Ink

I am considering the name for my new blog to be homegals ink. I feel the need to have 2 blogs: this one for arts reporting and fiction and homegals for the shelter project. Many women and a few men want to contribute to the project.

Somewhere, someone is exclaiming: "My god , she called it The project"!

Feel free to send me an email anytime if you have thoughts about this blog.

They have seized upon the nasty snatches. Snatching ideas for it.

Snatching beds.

Please don`t snatch my bed anymore.

thank you.

hello nyc

I need to clarify. the use of the word captive is hyperbole and does nothing to describe my situation.

I need to clarify my situation in hopes that someone reading this may provide a solution to my problem.

to the people whispering you`re the problem, please be quiet , you are like 12 year olds.

It is my third social worker and they have done nothing to help me in moving out of this shelter. For that you need income, either pa or a job.

I was not eligible for pa and therefore was not able to get the back to work job at parks and recreation (part-time) that i wanted. they said there was nothing they could do. I think that is a little rigid on the part of the social workers.

(again, to the people acting against me with your antagonistic bullshit, please stop ) It is stressing me out and one of the reasons i am in a shelter is for stress related problems: you`re my stress now.

where was i?

Why with all these people who seem to be prying into my life can not get the social worker to do anything. I do not want to live there anymore and on a human rights level should be allowed to get housing, but for that you need money in a bank account.

Unless they want to move me into an empty luxury condo which i will happily take at this point.


Is there anybody reading my blog besides the insane people trying to make me miserable? my email is on my blog.

by the way as for the movie title inspiration; I am in Misery. It was sort of funny that they were reading my blog and using it as inspiration but it is starting to feel a little invasive.

i was told they didn`t get their clam bar after my i`m frazzled. I have not ignored the women who came into my dorm, i simply have not written it yet.

to the person laughing behind the counter at the library, what the fuck is your fucking problem? you are annoying.

they red my blog. I almost wish you hadnt. You can read it but dont red it. meaning i am not sure i want you sending people in to the shelter to respond to my blog. i think maybe you need to find a new muse and i will speak to the women myself if i want to write something. I feel surrounded by a lot of people i do not know who seem to have a lot to say about me and my blog and i am not sure that is okay.

meanwhile, i am still living there. I am trying to contact outside organizations to help me.

They`ll plot it for you ; graveyard and graveyard shift: no thank you.

did i ask you to flash my photo everywhere?

no. please stop doing it. and to the network outside the shelter, go fuck yourself.
to those of you keeping captive up there , fuck you.

i may start a new blog.

I`m already getting booed - reality dramedy

i`m getting a lot of throat clearing right now as i start righting on my blog but things have been moving at a pretty quick clip in what i would like to call the reality dramedy.

First , there was the coming into my dorm room in what felt like an audition with residents discussing their lives in what seemed like monologues written for actors. I even said, It feels like some of them are auditioning; and then while watching tv , one resident let out a "the audition was mad funny" which added an absurdist twist to the whole thing which is my already frazzled self. i`m leaving a lot out...


second, after writing (going off) about the spying on me, i sat down at the library and this guy walks by and says: "oh, it`s a shelter".

then, one resident retaliated with :"you`re a fucking idiot" which if you understand fucking in this as a verb and not a modifier then i would agree , i am a fucking idiot. (I`m getting booed again). which makes me think of one resident way back in december who said of someone: fucking cunt: i thought, my cunt don`t fuck and hasn`t for some time now. N.O.W., N.O.W., don`t be offended.

I hear background voices: there gonna call n.o.w. on her; she`s gonna call n.o.w on them...



third, after my make yourselves visible post, A councillor doing the morning dorm
rounds, says to me while i`m still in bed: " show me your face, let me see who you are."

The same councillor another morning, responds to my "they`ll respond" with :"respond".

Now, i,m hearing : i`m already getting tongue wiich must be a reference to my sticking out my tongue to the woman i hope dies in a horrifying way and was responded with "they killed her off". i never see her anymore.

They`re making noise at the library

They keep gettin loud at this ridiculous library.

Raise (or raze) the roof instead of your voices.


It ain`t women studies.

They should get a missdemenour for calling her miss mary.

The security guard confiscated my seashells.

"they could be used as a weapon" she said.

i screamed at her. i later apologized. i was a little embarassed for screaming at her.

i told d about the confiscation.

"let`s renegade this shit" d said.

Now there `s a rumor they want to confiscate my blog.

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" you committed a felany, you didn`t take her to see fela."

"it`s ms (mizz), bi**h".

I feel like i am in a boarding school with the miss thing.

I keep hearing the echo go we`re sending her up.

"they`re doing it to her. they`re doing her. "

Well i was saying how i needed to get done.


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Can i have some salad?

You said you didn`t want any. (tone)


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now i hear : that`s the : you said you didn`t want any.
it `s makin me crazy...


eating my lunch i say to myself: that`s hollywood.

(then i hear: she `s just a nasty... with it... with everything apparently. )

The next day at lunch, the lunch server says while serving: that`s netflix. (good delivery). (now i hear the security guard knocking in the tap you kind of way on a door) ...

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to supervisor (C); Why is there no tv? the tv is gone. i want tv. i say

(c); You can make your voice heard at the community meeting. he said.

Ya that`s helpful. i think to myself.

(again, i hear the echo : that`s the you can make your voice... )

it`s makin me crazy.

i hear porn somewhere in the background.. i laugh


it`s For it: what is the it?

Fiction: a visit with the social worker

now the echo is saying: she`s outing herself with it.

Me: can you help me get a job?

SW: i can`t.

me: (noticing the suit at work): what do you wear at home? sweats?


now i hear : she`ll notice it (in a tone)

Butt out

I want to sit in the courtyard without fear!


---- 3 pm in the courtyard:

Supervisor: let`s go everybody, time for the community meeting; everybody, let`s go .


I`m trying to sip my ice tea. ( without fear?) i `m never coming back to the courtyard.

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i keep hearing this echo in the back ground after i say or write something like: if i say : i `m never coming back to the courtyard, i hear: i`m never coming back to this kathy. there seems to be a chorus of commentators and narrators (nameless and faceless) who seem to want to comment anonymously and now im hearing: that`s you.


.....

yankee doodle came to town... i said


Is she doodling? i said

we`re cadoodling together..

i think they want to yank it off of me ... well they are yankees.. i may need hankys .

and then i hear: that doesnt like it.. do they mean me?

the echo wants to drive it home. i dont get into cars. i take the subway. its makin me crazy.

are they trying to make me m.a.d. ?

now i hear she`ll acronym it coming from somewhere in the building; make yourselves visible. ---

She lost her bed, she said.

good keep the crazies out. she kept me up all night with her faux manic episode, i said.

My cousin is graduating today from new york university,she said.

n.y.u.,isaid.

then i hear via the echo : she`s a so and so with it: is that good or bad? like i said it is makin me crazy.

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(c.r.a.z.y ):quebec movie.

We`re at the point in this story of making fun of the acronym people...

"God has been good to me."

"I`m looking for G.O.D.: the guy or girl of my dreams." said early on in this story by me.

"Where did you get that sweater?"

"a friend." Not the real answer; the reel answer.

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what are they doing to her?

they`re keeping it reel.

Operation exit exit date - coming soon

To the resident who asked the question, (and no i dont think you`re evil - or are you?), here` s your answer. btw , i know i should have asked you before i put this up on my blog, but you left. ( (E)

here`s your answer to a funny question.

Q: Do you know anything about Due Date ?

A: It was the inspiration to Exit date.

Monsters vs Aliens vs Resident evil in the Exit Date-Opening soon

Letter to Albany -

Dear Social Security :

If I am an alien, you are a monster.

Bar

"They`re trying to bar me".

"They`re trying to keep you out of the bars?"

"They're trying to keep you in the bars..."

...

"I`m going to disbar them".

letter to nyc and the shelter

again, i dont know who you anonymous testers are, but i for one would appreciate if you would stop spying on me and laughing it up behind my back. i am one person writing about my life and contrary to the many lies that are spread about me , i am not laughing at anybody with a large group of people. a bit of humour on a blog is not an big group of people behind my back . it is really invasive and i find it really disruptive.

some of u are funny and seem innocent enough in all of this , but i d like to be emailed as to where they are getting their info from. i dont think spying on me when i am inthe shower by myself is really okay. and stop laughing abou that too , you sound like idiots.

letter to nyc

mica stands for center for the mentally ill and people with addictions. You are addicted to the harrassment. You need help. i know where you can find it. the place that i can not get out of . thanks to you. i`ll send you right there.

i dont want to hear again "they sent you up" you said it already.

please shut up!

Return to the gold standard

I am selling my gold cross chain; i need the cash.


Pawning might not be a good sign for my life.

Art opening

Press release i just received which made me laugh:

You are cordially invited to opening reception by artist .... on march 5 th ... in Beijing. Funny. The artist will be present../

I most likely will not unless they plan on flying me there.

Written up

I`m going to write you up for sleeping in.

(to myself): I`m going to write you up on my blog. Surprise! I have a blog.

Get the fuck out of her

I`m trying to get the fuck in her (and out of this hole) . It`s been a long year.

I found my opposite.


I`m writing my part. Put the parts together and you have a (w)hole.

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I`m going to slug you.

I feel sluggish today.

I`ve been kidnapped. I need my afternoon nap.

Blogumentary

I`m a cog in the machine of capitalism.

It`s a cogumentary.


I felt like a dork explaining about my lost\stolen lug a mug.

It`s a dorkumentary.

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She`s a bitch.

Is there a dog in the house?

It`s a dogumentary.

Pursuing doggedly.

Fiction: Cut off

The government is cutting me off.

You`ll manage.

Ya, I`ll manage the new talent i discovered in the soup kitchen.



.... more to come.

What are you doing?

Lucies Lucies: 2 for a dollar

what are you doing ?

Making money .


(From last May)

Are you a nurse?

Are you a nurse?

Are you a psychopatient?

No reply. But later thought about a comeback:


I am patient with the fact that you think i am a psycho.

I witnessed a refund

I witnessed a shoeing

I witnessed a shuing

I`ve got pen ocd - it`s a mica thing.