Xmas Shopping and Further Proof that Theater People are Crazy

Second subject first. Yesterday, I co-wrote, co-directed, and co-starred in a one act play. "Caution" by Noituac and Company (ie me, Jazz, Wammikins, Possum Baby, and It Was Great Fun.)
Our prop: Caution tape
Our secret: All the characters end up related
Our challenges: To create rain onstage, to incorporate a blackout, to have one character wear a poncho, and to include a compulsive knitter.
Our first and last lines: "Do you have the time?" "Well, the pineapple is tha national symbol of hospitality!"
Our "plot" (sort of): The characters meet at a road blocked by caution tape. They spend the duration of the play wondering about the tape and telling their life stories while being bugged by a homeless guy who ends up being their second cousin Sidney. As they walk off, he produces a pineapple.
Our cast:
Homeless guy/Second cousin Sidney- Wammikins, playing a more annoying version of himself.
Taxidermist- It Was Great Fun, in excellent creepy form.
CEO of Ice Trays International- Jazz, knitting away
Lead Guitarist for Ghengis and the Khans- Me, in trench coat and plaid hat
Employee of International House of Possum- Possum baby, hamming it up with a pitchfork.
It was excellent. We pulled it off in slightly less than twenty four hours with very little caffeine. I wish I'd taped it.

Xmas Shopping
Went out yesterday with Ma and Bro, hunting for presents. It has turned sunny, which is rather odd, so it was warm enough to wear a t-shirt. We stopped in all the usual places- World's Largest Hardware Store and the adjacent coffee shop, maaaaaaaagical new antique store, Borders', The Body Shop, Urban Outfitters, and Paper Doll. I found presents for everybody except Peaches, because what the hell do you get for the chick who has it all??? She's coming over tonight. PANIC ATTACK!
Cheers,
J