life is a flurry of activity... at night. we're way behind at work, so i agreed to work all overnight shifts this week. besides giving me an excuse to sleep past noon, late night gives me the added advantage of avoiding all contact with the general public. there really might be something to this for me.
also plodding on are the rehearsals for le show de theatre club. did i mention that i have to learn lines for this?!? honestly, i'm not bad with lines, but it's weirdo absurdism and chock full of nonsequiturs. the brain is idling, the revs are up, but the clutch is certainly slipping. my mind went so far as to produce a stereotypical "actor's nightmare" for me this week. tankoo berry mucho, dream life. ack. i have total faith in my actors. now i need to grow a pair and just roll with it by tech week.
this past weekend derek and i took linsey and her person to the indie emporium. i dragged him to something similar a while back in seattle with bonnie and kelly. it was reminiscent of the urban craft uprising's winter craftacular, only this time i saw more boys in attendance. (was it because they held it at the VFW hall with a cash bar?) derek seemed quasi-interested in some of the items this time, so i bought him a sand painting of jaws. we got the rockin'est goodie bags ever! they had samples and magazines and even packages from sublime stitching. best of all, i did not get new people hangover the day after meeting linsey's boyfriend.
what the fuck is going on with the show heroes? QUOI?!?
stuart copeland is having issues. i don't know when he became so emotionally fickle, but he's been a massive attention hog as of late. his normal method of being adored involves lording over everyone on the back of the couch while snuggling with a fleece blankie, but lately he's even gone so far as to sit right next to me, down on one of the cushions. i am allowed to lay near him, bubba is allowed to sniff him, and he's started talking to himself after he walks out of the room. should i be worried here? maybe he's just being a cat. maybe he's a reincarnated old vegas gambler who is on the prowl for a showgirl and a shot of whiskey. that would explain the muttering.
tonight i'm going to see the contemporary dance troupe diavolo with derek. he gets rather bored at full length ballets, so i thought we should take advantage of some of the choregus shows this year. no dragging was required. so now i'll put on my fanciest socks and take my boy out before i head off to bring home the bacon bits.
favorite guilty pleasures of the week:
a book on mnenomic devices
true blood on hbo
my diet dr. pepper overload
72 things younger than john mccain
ac/dc on the ipod (shut... UP.)
5 comments:
I have actor's nightmares on a fairly regular basis. Whatever that says about MY brain.
Ah...Stuart is a snuggler! Stuart is a snuggler! (That was said in a sing-song chant-like sort of way.)
Yeah, what the hell is up with Heroes?!? Rather than making me feel intrigued, it's just annoying me. Mad Men, however, kicks mucho assias.
Don't fret about your lines. Just consider it karma nibbling on your bum. Really, though, as a person who has played that part before, I think you should just sit back and thank the gods that you do not have to perform that damn Bobby Watson monologue. That thing is a killer.
Remember when you first met Stewart? Remember how sweet & cuddly he was? Maybe he's just returning to his roots. Mayhap?
liz, i am apparently the stuart whisperer, although you have the market cornered on every other cat out there.
mary, has EVERYONE else already done this part? you're the third person i've heard pipe up on this one. and yes, i'm glad i don't have to spout off about bobby watson. that's billy sue's job.
ok, not a Heroes watcher..there i said it.
Stuart i do believe is Travis' favorite.
I, rather, we, bought AC/DC tix and i am super excited...til the evening of when i must deal with the crowd. you know how i get in large crowds...fists of fury...i dont like strangers coming into my personal space...unless drinks have been bought
oh, watching heroes isn't a requirement. it's become more of an annoyance as of late anyhoo.
can you believe that ac/dc has gone wal-mart only on their new stuff?!? how fucking weird is that?
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