Because that's how I roll.

I am annoyed with myself.
Because when the nice lady was done cleaning our hotel room, she asked "?Algo mas?" and I responded "No mas," instead of "Nada mas."

Coyote Cinema: Oregon Shakespeare Festival Day Five

Matinee: Liquid Plain
And so it ends as it began--in the John Thomas with Taylor Doose.
I really liked the first act, poking into a corner of history that doesn't get poked much. (19th century freemen and runaways in Rhode Island.) The characters weren't all agreeable but they were all interesting. And Liverpool Joe may well make a return appearance in something I write. The first act ended in blood, and the second act ended in... well. It didn't seem to really end so much as finish. The second act seemed to jerk awkwardly from the actual story to fever dream or possibly allegory and I didn't feel like it cohered well at all. Which was a shame, given the start.

And now we are in Willows, on our way back to San Jose. And I have corn nuts what need eatin'.