Comfort Level: Orange

Being back home means settling into the old program, which is both good and bad, and for the same reason: comfort. It's good to be comfortable. It's bad to be comfortable. Both are true.

The Great Theater Reviewer is off and running. Last night's show wasn't much. It just wasn't much. Oh, Plotnik has seen the reviews: Astonishing! A knockout! Sheer magic!

OK, yeah, well, uh. Just posted at the usual place if you're interested.

Tonight and tomorrow night Plot and Duck will be at San Francisco Playhouse which is always fun, tomorrow probably even more than tonight. Tonight is a well-reviewed show which is finishing its run, which opened while P and D were on St. John, but tomorrow night is a free reading of a new play, with a very strong cast and a discussion afterwards. These are always fascinating -- the audience brings wine and noshes and usually the actors haven't had all that much time to learn the nuances so you have to guess -- and there's no costuming or sets -- but the intimacy of seeing a brand new show (this one is by Aaron Loeb, who has had several huge hits, including First Person Shooter and Abe Lincoln's Big Gay Dance Party) and knowing all the actors trumps all the stuff they'll do to the play afterwards.



Meanwhile, the garden has gone nuts in Plot and Duck's absence. There was a good bit of rain, we're told.