I was talking to my brother about this Shakespere play we might be doing. At the meeting there was one particularly vocal committee member who wanted us to do a Shakespere play. I was very pissed off about it. I was also very tired at the time, so my ability to react to the situation was hindered. I want to do something similar to the play we've just finished, to run with the momentum we've got. He said I was living in the past and we needed to bring culture to Portland. Or some bullshit like that. Whether or not he was acting that way to try and impress the women is pure speculation on my part. Anyway, he's good friends with my brother. I was talking to my brother yesterday about the theatre group. My brother and I only talk about three things: consoles, wrestling and the theatre group. I babble to him about computers, and he babbles to me about cars but neither of us really listen when that happens. Jason says to me that suddenly this guy is unsure about doing Shakespere now, and that he didn't realise what we were taking on by doing it. That he didn't realise a lot of the people who came to see our last production weren't going to be able to understand one fucking word of what was going on. So anyway. We're having a reading of plays on Friday before we see The Fellowship of the Ring. I'm not going to be an asshole about it. Just going to soldier on and do what has to be done.