Plotnik Doesn't NEED a Calendar. He HAS a Calendar.

"Get a calendar." "You need a calendar." "Shall I buy you a calendar?"

Plotnik hears this all the time. But he HAS a calendar. A nice one, right here on the computer. All he has to do is look at it.

Which he DID. He DID look at his calendar. He saw that he had the opening of "Daddy Long Legs" last night. He saw that he had Silent Bill's birthday party next Friday night.

So he and Duck gobbled down a hurried bunch of snacks, figuring they'd eat later. (Which they did.) Plot was already dressed in his Reviewer Outfit (slacks, sweater, polished shoes), but first he grabbed the overflowing garbage can, took it outside to dump it, then when he came back Ducknik was holding the phone and looking at him.

"IS BILL'S PARTY THIS WEEK OR NEXT WEEK?"

"Next Friday night. (You see, I have a calendar.)"

"NO, IT'S TONIGHT. MUSH IS ON THE PHONE. THEY'RE WAITING FOR US."




Plotnik takes the phone.

"Mush? Bill's party is next week."

"Well, we're all here now. And you're bringing a main dish."

The story goes on from there, but thankfully Ms. Mush is one of the sweethearts of the world and didn't mind that Plot and Duck rushed over there in their Reviewer Clothing. Fortunately, we guess, Plot had a very plebian piece of salmon-like-pig that he would never allow other people to eat at a party, but that became his main dish. The good news is there was lots of other yummy food.

This morning, Plot must write the press agent and ask her why she wasn't at Mush's house last night. She'll say "Daddy Long Legs was last night."

"Oh."

"Why the hell don't you get a calendar?"

Plotnik doesn't NEED a calendar. He HAS a calendar.