thank goodness i read liz's blog. not only is she an astute and hilarious lady, she also reminded me that my tags were due this week. in all of our moving around the nation, i've never gotten my car tags changed. the biggest reason for this is that i'm a cheap bastard who'd much rather just mail it in and save the expense of converting and/or having to add on a tag to the front end of the car. it also gives me a good excuse to visit. flying here is obviously is more costly than mailing it in, but alleviates the guilt of spending money on travel, since i've got "business to take care of" in that instance.
the other thing i've been meaning to do for some time is change my drivers' license again. honestly, i never would've changed it in the first place if it hadn't been expiring at the time i was deciding whether or not to get one in los crapeles. silly me - i coulda mailed in a renewal and just paid a smaller fee, even with that address. going to the motor vehicles place is just too much bother.
why is it that i have to wait 45 minutes to talk to someone for 5 minutes? why is it that i have to drive to the middle of nowhere to spend my day staring at weirdos? does anyone that looks normal go to get their license besides me and liz and derek? i'm just glad he was there to entertain me. when we read the sign of "valid secondary identfication" and saw options such as fishing license, property deed, and digital likeness from previous picture on file (or something like that) on the list, we knew we were trapped in the twilight zone. and yes, liz, we did bring our NOT expired passports to prove that we were citizens de republico of los redneckies.
i am into giving credit where credit is due. in spite of the boring wait, the counter people were quite nice to me. my little dude even complimented my hair; he then asked if i ever go to the theatre. HA! i got to tell him that i'm a director and i do go to see live theatre often. turns out he knew some random art geeks and had even seen some of the shows i did last time we lived here. insert twilight zone music here, huh? we did our fingerprints, took a photo and got the right paperwork to head off to the tag agency and wait some more.
but wait! i suppose we paid our dues at the first place. the tag agency downtown is a hidden gem of a place to go take another photo, do your fingerprints over again and get back out into the world in fifteen minutes or less. they can do math and everything! the ladies there even let me take a photo where i look like a complete jackass. no, i MEANT to do it this time. it's a super-cool sort of jackass photo, not the "whaaaa....huh?" look going on that gives me that gang member ambience. in this one i have the smile like a 5 year old who just got a pair of cutesy new shoelaces for my favorite sneakers. you know, all teeth and looking overly surprised in the dumbest possible way... digital perfection! me soooooo happy now. yay me.
what i'm doing tonight:
besides wasting time with sleep-deprived babble that probably includes typos i couldn't even dream of correcting, i'm recovering from a crappy rehearsal and packing for our trip to vegas in the morning.
29 April 2008
20 April 2008
are we in the tardis or what?
while my brother chris was here a few weeks ago we started talking about death. then we talked about what we'd like to have to remember someone by when they're gone. the next thing i know we're going on and on about stripey scarves. this is my family. this is what we do. one minute we're talking about world politics or other serious stuff, the next minute we're talking about my hair matches my clothes and why chris is a big dork. there is only so long that i can stand to converse like a grownup before my head explodes. if we don't lighten things up with an inappropriate argument over nothing and some personal slams, how do we all really feel the love?
anyway, somewhere in all this fashion and existentialism, i mentioned how much i missed seeing richard's great big dr. who scarf. see, richard was a bit of an anglophile. when i say "a bit" it of course means that i am understating the case, much like world war two was a bit of a scuffle. his favorite place to go out was the white lion pub. he had a keen eye for english antiques and doodads. he kept stockpiles of old bbc television shows in his media collection. he fancied himself to have a cunning english accent and a command of random cultural trivia.
finally, he owned a totally fabulous, extra long and stripey dr. who scarf! the thing was legendary, man. i admit it made me completely envious ever time he wore the damn thing. after he died, i used to picture him running around in the winter, popping into the theatre with that gigantic scarf and laughing his gigantic laugh. it suited him quite well and is a very concrete memory i like to associate with him often.
having my own penchant for long and colorful scarves, as well as being subjected to countless hours of dr. who while growing up, i spoke highly of richard's fashion sense with accessories. it was at this point that chris must have made a mental note. now, i remember him saying that he knew where to find such a scarf, but i never believed he would actually make an effort to run off and get one.
and then send it to me! excuse my squealing, but i am so totally a TIME LORD! a package full of dr. who goodness arrived this weekend and the thing is fifteen fucking feet long. that's about three times as long as me! talk about feeling like you're wrapped up in a hamster... well, this is like... like, the coolest thing ever. i spent a while just prancing around the house in my underpants and my new scarf singing the theme from the show. who cares if it's spring and i won't really get to wear it for several months? i wanted to run up and down the hall whooping while the fringe flapped against my arms, but my dignity (for once) thought better of such a display. some things are best left for later.
wow. i have to say that this is probably the most thoughtful gift my brother has ever sent to me. no no, i'm not crying. shut UP, i am not even getting choked up. and i didn't when it got here, either. i'm just happy is all. not only do i get to indulge in "hey look at me" side with a crazy fashion statement, but i smile just looking at it. i've already been wandering past the immense pile of scarf in my bedroom and petting it in anticipation of a chilly day. hey there, chris. hi there, richard. ho there, dr. who.
an odd thing i like:
my building has a thirteenth floor - numbered 13.
anyway, somewhere in all this fashion and existentialism, i mentioned how much i missed seeing richard's great big dr. who scarf. see, richard was a bit of an anglophile. when i say "a bit" it of course means that i am understating the case, much like world war two was a bit of a scuffle. his favorite place to go out was the white lion pub. he had a keen eye for english antiques and doodads. he kept stockpiles of old bbc television shows in his media collection. he fancied himself to have a cunning english accent and a command of random cultural trivia.
finally, he owned a totally fabulous, extra long and stripey dr. who scarf! the thing was legendary, man. i admit it made me completely envious ever time he wore the damn thing. after he died, i used to picture him running around in the winter, popping into the theatre with that gigantic scarf and laughing his gigantic laugh. it suited him quite well and is a very concrete memory i like to associate with him often.
having my own penchant for long and colorful scarves, as well as being subjected to countless hours of dr. who while growing up, i spoke highly of richard's fashion sense with accessories. it was at this point that chris must have made a mental note. now, i remember him saying that he knew where to find such a scarf, but i never believed he would actually make an effort to run off and get one.
and then send it to me! excuse my squealing, but i am so totally a TIME LORD! a package full of dr. who goodness arrived this weekend and the thing is fifteen fucking feet long. that's about three times as long as me! talk about feeling like you're wrapped up in a hamster... well, this is like... like, the coolest thing ever. i spent a while just prancing around the house in my underpants and my new scarf singing the theme from the show. who cares if it's spring and i won't really get to wear it for several months? i wanted to run up and down the hall whooping while the fringe flapped against my arms, but my dignity (for once) thought better of such a display. some things are best left for later.
wow. i have to say that this is probably the most thoughtful gift my brother has ever sent to me. no no, i'm not crying. shut UP, i am not even getting choked up. and i didn't when it got here, either. i'm just happy is all. not only do i get to indulge in "hey look at me" side with a crazy fashion statement, but i smile just looking at it. i've already been wandering past the immense pile of scarf in my bedroom and petting it in anticipation of a chilly day. hey there, chris. hi there, richard. ho there, dr. who.
an odd thing i like:
my building has a thirteenth floor - numbered 13.
11 April 2008
if you were to hav a phone conversation with me right now...
blink. blink. blink.
that's the cursor mocking me while stuart lays on my arm. i'm trying to type while he drools in the crook of my elbow. it just keeps blinking away as if it's saying, "go ahead and write... if you can. nahhhh, you suck. see all that blank white space? you'll never fill it up. you are officially BLOCKED." well piss on me. the cursor sure is a bastard today.
blink. blink. blink. stuart, can you please control yourself? ouch, you're poking me. enough with the rearranging already. i'm feeling vulnerable here and you're just treating me like a human chaise. are you SNORING now?!?! oh that is it. way to show support for the one who scoops your poop, buddy. here i was defending you to derek, convincing him that you're full of fluffy love, and all you can do in return is blow a snot on me in your sleep while hogging the desk. thank you. thank you so very much.
pfffft, i am not exciting today. i am a hunchback who has to lean over a cat to reach the keyboard. whilst searching for my creative voice, i've managed to make coffee and put on a pair of purple clogs to walk around in my pajamas. the shoes are so i don't have hairballs all over my feet. most productive, eh? i'm getting that "i should be working" feeling, so i stumbled over here to get something done.
ooops, i think i just squeezed stuart wrong. that was an odd squeaking noise. bubba has decided to join the fray and is now trying to take over my chair. who can get anything done with twenty pounds of fur having a laziness revolution on your desk?
blink. blink. blink.
there it goes again! "go ahead and force it. i dare you!" maybe the cursor is right. today is not the day clatter on the keyboard. i'll have to just settle for working on my scripts and taking a shower. i kind of smell anyway. and i have auditions coming up this weekend. what if no one comes? eek.
what else i should be doing right now:
mailing packages
taking care of sickie derek
cleaning the kitchen
putting on actual clothes
that's the cursor mocking me while stuart lays on my arm. i'm trying to type while he drools in the crook of my elbow. it just keeps blinking away as if it's saying, "go ahead and write... if you can. nahhhh, you suck. see all that blank white space? you'll never fill it up. you are officially BLOCKED." well piss on me. the cursor sure is a bastard today.
blink. blink. blink. stuart, can you please control yourself? ouch, you're poking me. enough with the rearranging already. i'm feeling vulnerable here and you're just treating me like a human chaise. are you SNORING now?!?! oh that is it. way to show support for the one who scoops your poop, buddy. here i was defending you to derek, convincing him that you're full of fluffy love, and all you can do in return is blow a snot on me in your sleep while hogging the desk. thank you. thank you so very much.
pfffft, i am not exciting today. i am a hunchback who has to lean over a cat to reach the keyboard. whilst searching for my creative voice, i've managed to make coffee and put on a pair of purple clogs to walk around in my pajamas. the shoes are so i don't have hairballs all over my feet. most productive, eh? i'm getting that "i should be working" feeling, so i stumbled over here to get something done.
ooops, i think i just squeezed stuart wrong. that was an odd squeaking noise. bubba has decided to join the fray and is now trying to take over my chair. who can get anything done with twenty pounds of fur having a laziness revolution on your desk?
blink. blink. blink.
there it goes again! "go ahead and force it. i dare you!" maybe the cursor is right. today is not the day clatter on the keyboard. i'll have to just settle for working on my scripts and taking a shower. i kind of smell anyway. and i have auditions coming up this weekend. what if no one comes? eek.
what else i should be doing right now:
mailing packages
taking care of sickie derek
cleaning the kitchen
putting on actual clothes
09 April 2008
random side notes - chapter sixteen
by the end of this week, i will be turning into a real director. who else is as crazy as me, attempting to direct THREE shows at once? my brain is surely going to turn to mush by the end of the summer. i don't care. this should be a grand time for all involved.
did you know that seth godin has his own action figure? i don't know why, but this cracks me up to no end.
last week derek went to albany for work. while there, he stopped by kate's lazy meadow motel, a catskills retreat owned by kate from the B-52's. eee! how cute! of course it's everything you might expect from someone like her, including "mid-century modern decor" and airstream trailers. he got me some goofy propoganda and promised to take me there next time he has to go through the area.
mary and i are trying to plan GirlParty '08 in june. veronica got in a show down in dallas, so we'd love to all get together and see her perform. i'm even willing to deal with the texas heat for this one. the next party i want to plan after that should be called northwest girlfest. by august i'll be in need of some serious vacationing and an escape from 100 degrees fahrenheit. how about it, my friends in that (very general) area? you up for random eating and dorking out?
holy shit! tanya just called me for lunch! she's in town from baltimore! how's that for a real time update?!? time to cut this installment short, for i simply must get out of my pajamas and look presentable.
the thing i'm wondering this week that might seem stupid at the outset, but when you toss it over in your head it starts to become a more intriguing sort of question:
do loggers like to recycle?
did you know that seth godin has his own action figure? i don't know why, but this cracks me up to no end.
last week derek went to albany for work. while there, he stopped by kate's lazy meadow motel, a catskills retreat owned by kate from the B-52's. eee! how cute! of course it's everything you might expect from someone like her, including "mid-century modern decor" and airstream trailers. he got me some goofy propoganda and promised to take me there next time he has to go through the area.
mary and i are trying to plan GirlParty '08 in june. veronica got in a show down in dallas, so we'd love to all get together and see her perform. i'm even willing to deal with the texas heat for this one. the next party i want to plan after that should be called northwest girlfest. by august i'll be in need of some serious vacationing and an escape from 100 degrees fahrenheit. how about it, my friends in that (very general) area? you up for random eating and dorking out?
holy shit! tanya just called me for lunch! she's in town from baltimore! how's that for a real time update?!? time to cut this installment short, for i simply must get out of my pajamas and look presentable.
the thing i'm wondering this week that might seem stupid at the outset, but when you toss it over in your head it starts to become a more intriguing sort of question:
do loggers like to recycle?
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