Friday, March 22, 2002
I'm not abusive, you're just a. . .My friends write interesting songs, then tell about them over basketball games. Since I don't want to jinx anything, I'll blog no more on that subject.
But I did want to share this. It's my contribution to the Fan Art Month at G&ErF, while their illustrator is away in France.
Did I have anything else to say today? No, I don't think so. Have a good weekend, if you wanna.
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2:04 PM
Thursday, March 21, 2002
Or I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do. . .I'm not making this up. I thought I was wrong, 2 days ago, when I saw what I thought I saw, but told myself I couldn't be seeing. Today I saw it again, and was passing at slow enough speed in my crappy Ford Focus rental car that I could take a good, long look. I was right in the first place and wrong about being wrong.
I'll back up. They're doing some street retarring in my neighborhood, along some very odd lines, I might point out, but won't. Because that would be digressing. And heaven knows I wouldn't want to do that. Anyway, they are putting down tar, and behind the tarrers are some gentlemen with rolley things on the end of long poles. They are rolling something down over the freshly laid tar. Extra rolls of this something are stacked the length of the poles. This something is toliet paper.
They are, essentially, TPing the street. I wonder if their mothers know?
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9:44 AM
Monday, March 18, 2002
I thought the ocean, the ocean thought nothing. . .Deep breath of a weekend after a much-too eventful week. Work was crowded and insane Monday and Tuesday. Deadlines loomed. Some loomed on the horizon just behind, which was worse.
Plus, Monday night was the first stumble-thru of a ten-minute-play-fest I'm in. Phew. Not good. Granted, we've 3 weeks to fix things, but, well. . .when a script isn't good, there's not very far you can go.
And then my car got squished. My poor little Saturn, which I'd had for all of 4 months, got squished between 2 tractor-trailers. While I was in it. Fortunately, no one was hurt. Unfortunately, I am now in the market for a new (well, new/used) car.
I have always found the giant trucks to be scary. Always. Even before I read the Stephen King story "Trucks." Even before I went to college 2 hours away from St. Louis on a heavily truck-infested stretch of highway (late-night you can see the wheeled cargo dragons sleeping orangely along the exit ramps).
So, imagine my fear as I sit in my little green coupe, as a truck, not moving very fast at all, scrunches me into the truck in front of me, and Bob and I watch the hood fold up.
"Did you scream?" asked my mom. . ."Yeah, I beat y'all were hollarin'," said the tow-truck driver who took us back to Saint Louis.
Actually, we were pretty damn quiet. Really couldn't believe what was happening. Later worried about how/if we would've gotten out of the car if the truck hadn't stopped. Fortunately, it did.
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1:41 PM
Friday, March 15, 2002
Oh. God. Is it the weather?. . .Or perhaps it's the WeatherMen. I spose now they'd have to be the WeatherPersons? Anyway. . .
Listening to Tori. Tori is so angry. And she plays a lovely piano. My friend Wendy does a rockin' rendition of "Precious Things" at karaoke; I'm inspired to look for "Leather" next time I go. It has actually been many weeks since I went to the Oke of Kara (which seperation makes it easier to grasp what I'm told is the correct pronounciation by a girl who grew up in Japan), and I think I'm up for a return. It was a refreshing interlude of sickness, then business, then uberresponsibility, then alternate venue, then roadtripage, but now I wish to resume. I wonder if this is a vanity thing or just an enjoyable activity which amuses me-thing. I wonder how I tell the difference?
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7:45 AM
Thursday, March 07, 2002
You got a brand-new key. . .Roller skates are back. Halleighlooyah and finally, they have returned. Nevermind that these people are referring to them as "4-Wheelers," as if it's some new, extreme, trendy thing they invented. . .you and I know the difference. And, boy oh boy, do I want a pair.
See, I never got in with the whole roller blading trend. Yeah, I thought it was cool. Yes, I even owned a pair for 4 years (black and teal and lost in a messy relationship break-up. . .at least I got to keep my cat). But I never, ever, quite got the hang of them.
Maybe this is because I am still a klutz at heart. Perhaps it's because I grew up in a temperate zone where the ponds and such don't tend to freeze over enough to skate on. It could be because I was disheartened by injuries and just didn't use them often enough. Who knows? All I know is I was very bad at taking corners and I had to hug trees to cease my forward motion.
But I like skating, and I've been half-heartedly questing for some actual, 4 on the floor, structurally friendly, wheeled shoes for many a moon now. They will be mine, oh yes, they will be mine.
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2:16 PM
On a slow boat to China. . .My friend Brian is moving to the Ukrane! I bet I spelled that wrong! He's going to teach Theatre and English in Kiev! There's a small english-speaking expatriot theatre, too! How jealous am I? Oh, sooo jealous. . .
We've finally replaced a missing team member here at place-of-editing. This means I should be able to return to Blogging with something resembling regularity. Yea for me! More to the point, yea for you!
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9:52 AM
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