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Harper's Weekly Summary is by turns too dull or to incendiary to read all the way through, but occasionally they do something that upsets LOTS of people, and it's fun to read the responses.

Also, you can only look at the word "FROM" so much before it ceases to make sense.

( Minor spoiler from early on in HP7 behind the cut )

Yes, I still love you. But I'll probably never work with you again.

A few months ago, Mrs Cwabs had a decision to make. She'd accepted responsibility of directing Guys & Dolls, and had accepted the role of Kate in The Taming of The Shrew, when she was offered a chorus part in Jerry Springer: The Opera. I told her at the time that there was no way she'd be able to do all three, or realistically either G&D or Shrew and Jerry Springer without one of the productions suffering. She told me that I didn't know what I was talking about, that she'd worked everything out and she wouldn't miss any Guys & Dolls rehearsals, and only two Shrew rehearsals, and that I didn't trust her.

Guys and Dolls is water under the bridge, of course. Last night, however, we were handed the rehearsal schedule for Taming of The Shrew and to my complete and utter lack of surprise Jerry Springer conflicts with nearly 50% of her rehearsals. In all likelihood she'll have to drop out, which leaves the rest of the cast in a significant bind trying to find another Kate--although I think the director may have someone in mind.

Still, this upsets me. I've done Shrew twice before, and Kiss Me, Kate once, and have zero desire to visit that material again. I auditioned, and accepted the role, based on the idea that I'd be working alongside my wife, only to have her abandon me when a better offer came along. I'm committed to doing the show--I consider it a matter of personal integrity to follow through on those commitments generally, and I consider the director a friend. Still, it's an extra twenty miles a day on the car, and I've turned down other opportunities to do this (Springer was one, and a much more prestigious production of A Midsummer Night's Dream another), and it stings a little to have your primary motivation for doing a show take off. Mrs. Cwabs isn't particularly mean, but she can be the most thoughtless person on the planet occasionally.

Today I got a text message: "Do you still love me?" which is cheap, and emotionally manipulative, especially coupled with her failure to answer her phone, ever.

Comments disabled. Just needed to vent.