Reviews, Temperatures, Etc.:
So, yes, as Steve Gilliard said, it is fuckin' hot at Dixon Place. But, really, with a single A/C at least, it ain't as hot as it is in other venues for the festival. And besides, as this longtime Southerner has experienced, Northerners know fuck-all about air conditioning. (Plus, with the hellspawn weather breaking, there's a good chance it'll be pleasant on Bowery this week.)

The director's car was actually towed, not stolen, and, after a joyous trip to the Navy Yards of Brooklyn to retrieve said Corolla, the blow-up dolls are all safe and ready to continue their fine work.

So far, Left Blogsylvania has been givin' the sweet lovin' to The Rude Pundit in The Year of Living Rudely. From Lindsay at Majikthise to Julia at Sisyphus Shrugged to Scott Lemieux at Lawyers, Guns, and Money to a pretty detailed one by Liz at BlondeSense (warning: there's joke spoilers in this link), the Rude Pundit has been feelin' the gentle hand job of kindness.

A review is up at the online zine Gothamist. And more will be posted as they become available.