Alison Jutzi Talks Amongst Herself

Random thoughts from an Oscars broadcast of which I only saw segments. I love you, Billy Crystal. You're like a totally hilarious version of my mother's apple pie, if my mother's apple pie were slightly puffy from too much Botox. Angelina Jolie, we'll totally still like you if you gain 20 lbs. Please stop the insanity and eat five roast beef dinners immediately. Mr. Plummer, you are a class act. I'm sorry for all the people who keep telling you how much they enjoyed you in The Sound of Music . Kristen Wiig, I am so sad you didn't win for screenwriting. I desperately wanted to hear your acceptance speech. Angelina again: What was with the weird stance when you presented? Was this an inside joke that I didn't get?

I've always loved Valentine's Day. When I was in primary school, my mom would bake heart-shaped sugar cookies and write the names of all my classmates on them in pink and red icing. They were always a hit. And every year I received a lot of Valentines. Perhaps because of the cookies? Let's not delve too deeply into that. Being a serial monogomist for much of my late teens and early 20's, I usually had someone to share the day with, and I just loved it. I loved getting a box of chocolates and a card and, well, that was really all I needed. Just a small token of affection. And the permission to eat a whole box of chocolates in the name of a Saint. Some of my most memorable Valentine's Days, however, have been the ones on which I was single. I have never been one to ignore or scoff at the day; I've always wanted to take note of it in some way. February 14th, 2002 I am rehearsing for my first ever professional play with Theatre & Company in Kitchener. I am in 1...

I could give you details about my next gig, or I could just post all three posters my graphic designer husband (graphic husband?) made for the event. I can't decide which one I like best.