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Long, but pretty drive down 280 and 17 to Boulder Creek for GSP auditions yesterday. It's always fun to hang out with the group - one reason why we still do it, I'm sure. I have a part. I didn't have any preference going in, so while I'm not super-excited at the role, I'm not disappointed in the least, either. (And that could have been said regardless how I was cast.) I don't think I have a handle yet quite how I'll play it. Well, that's what rehearsals and directors are for.

I took Skyline a good distance home. Windy and narrow, but I wanted to take a different route back. Labor Day traffic meant that I didn't get home until 6:30-7. So we had a simple dinner of duck confit Nicoise salad (minus the olives - the wife isn't overly fond) which was extremely tasty. I'm dragging a bit this morning; but I should get back to work.

meh.

This week's Resolution Recipe: Sardine & Nduja Crostini
( Like a previous recipe, this comes from Chris Cosentino's cookbook )

Grrrr

I hate when characters in a book act stupid to further the plot. Especially when they're acting out of character, as it were. It's sloppy on the part of the author and it pulls me right out of the narrative.

I'm currently reading a book by a local author. It's the second in a series, and granted this may well have been her second book -- but that doesn't excuse it. Editors? Anyway, the main character is a PI investigating a murder. Turns out that there have been several murders. The locals have called out but only leave messages, and the reverse is true when people call in. The messages are never transmitted. This is known by the main character, and she never gets suspicious about it or acts on the knowledge. Even when she's calling out to someone else and gets through! Gratuitous stupidity to further the plot.

I have decided the term for this is deus ex stupida.