Today I ran across a free gay astrology site, Gemini&Scorpio. I'm actually not gay. While I was doing research on a gay burlesque (okay, it is ironic) that played at the theatre company I work for, I found out lots of information about my sign, Scorpio. As it turns out, not only is our animal the scorpion, duh. But, the hawk, the eagle, and the phoenix. Scorpio is a fierce flying machine.
Actually, if you ask me, none of this makes any sense. How do scorpions and birds fit in together? Wouldn't the latter love to eat the former? One crawls around the desert and the other flies around bursting into flames then rebirthing itself (or is that just the Harry Potter version?) I like it, but I don't get it.
In other news, I'm going to be starring in a movie... Okay, that might be a little misleading. However, a couple of weeks ago I was walking during torrential downpour to the theater. As I am one of the few brave enough to forge the storm, there were not many other people on the streets. However, there was a man walking across the street that immediately reminded me of Russell Crowe. Well, as I losing the battle against my umbrella, the wind, and the rain I did not notice the movie tents that had suddenly sprung up around the Village. I somehow scuttled to in front of the before mentioned man and happened to hear him sneeze. So, I turned to say gezundheit and locked eyes with THE Russell Crowe, sort of stammered my blessing and walked away with eyes as big as tennis balls.
Also, I think Anthony Rapp walked by me while I ate a sandwich on the stoop of the theater. The Village is a happening place for people that look like, and I prefer to assume are, celebrities.
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