Thursday, July 31, 2003
Reason I like sleeping in the daytime #38:
Much cooler more detailed dreams come to me during daylight sleeping.
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6:41 PM
Tuesday, July 29, 2003
Untruth Level: Pants On Fire
My own gifts for fiction have, I believe, allowed me to spot a similar talent in a new acquaintance.
I may be wrong, but I think not; the pattern was very familiar for an unprepared lie. Lie, deflect, retreat.
I should be sure within the week. I don't expect it to effect my behavior towards said person; it'll just be in my mental file for them.
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1:43 AM
Monday, July 28, 2003
Humour based on Robert's Rules of Order is not so much funny: ha ha as funny: jesus I'm a fucking geek.
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11:53 AM
Thursday, July 24, 2003
So-Called Creative Procrastination
I'm specifically at my computer to type a speech which needs to be in the customer's hands later today. Naturally, I'm blogging instead.
I don't have an outside job today, so i could go to sleep and finish the speech during daylight, but the brain prefers the night. Plus I have a show early this evening, so I predict I'll be a bit distracted.
See, this is bad. I'm already anticipating making a big deal of this 15 minute play. Granting it to be important to me, blowing it out of proportion remains unwise from a very specific performing standpoint.
Although, compared to SOME who are involved, my calm is positively glacial. This fact will be of no help when my butt and I are out onstage.
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1:33 AM
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
Hey there!
I haven't been writing for awhile. it is because I have been sick and busy, busy and sick. No fun.
I have been busy due to the Mae West Fest. If you are in or near Seattle this weekend, perhaps you might consider attending the shows i am in:
Ghost Love
Sat (Jul 26) 1:25pm and 5:40pm
Sun 11:45am
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12:32 PM
Thursday, July 17, 2003
Touch of the quandry, here.
I'm involved in a project that doesn't feel very, um, good for me just now. Like, whenever I go to work on it, i submerge into a deep dark sort of place and when i come out on the other side, i'm not in a very good mood. In spades.
Add to this the insecurity of being in a new place and the melancholy of all my old friends going about their lives quite without me and I'm not sure this Playwrighting from the Darkside is quite what I need.
Sigh.
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3:26 AM
beer, beer, beeeeeeeeeer, beer
I'm normally a hard liquor gal, but am finding this evening that as the poet said "Beer covers a host of sins."
I may be remembering that incorrectly, what with all the beer and all.
Actually what i could really go for right now would be a dirty martini. Yum. Mmmmmm. I wonder if there's a beer/rum martini recipe out there? Perhaps i could make one up. But would the rum be the vodka? And can a dill pickle spear substitute satisfactorily for an olive? i suspect not.
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2:45 AM
Blah, blah, blog
Right, so i suppose I should blog. The problem? Everything going on in my life right now is either boring or not something I wish to talk about.
Well, ok, some of it I would probably LIKE to talk about, but cannot for various reasons. Whee.
So instead I will blog about the fact that there is no solid chocolate in the house. I would really, really like a Twix bar right now. Caramel or peanut butter, I don't really care which.
How pathetic is it, really, to take a trip to the grocery just to get a package of Twix?
That's what I thought.
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12:40 AM
Monday, July 14, 2003
Actual conversations held in The St. Louis Embassy today:
"Who do you think is sexier: Mr. Bean or Benny Hill?"
and
"Yep, that's pretty horrendous."
"What is a horrend, anyway?"
"Not sure. It might have something to do with abhorrent."
"I think we're missing a step."
"In Germanic roots the D/T switch is actually very common."
"Ok, so a horrend is a horrent, which gets us to abhorrent, which essentially means...icky."
"Or repulsive."
"Ah, so a 'horrend' is obviously the same as a 'pulsive'."
"Obviously, but only once."
"So, what is a pulsive, anyway?"
*Bob would like me to point out that all grammatical aberrations in the preceding are mine and not his. So I did.
**I would like to point out that Bob is a language Nazi. I am a language artiste and pay him little mind.
***He really actually feels better after my posting this.
****"No gerunds for you!" he says.
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8:50 PM
Friday, July 11, 2003
I just watched The Philadelphia Story and Little Women on TCM and continue to be sad that Katharine Hepburn is dead.
"I have feet of clay. Good night little man."
sigh
In other news, Bob and I went kayaking today out on Lake Union and sang pirate songs in honour of Pirates of The Caribbean. We wandered off on a riff of combining smurf names with pirate names. One-eyed Smurf, Peg-leg Smurf, Smurf the Red Handed, Mr. Smurf, Long John Smurfer, Captain Ethel Smurfy, etc.
I had a dream the other night, when everything was still
So, this morning (or yesterday morning, for all you linear time fans out there) I had a very strange dream:
Kevin Spacey and I were in a play together, which was still in the rehearsal process, and apparently we were friends. So, we showed up to the rehearsement space together, hung out, and decided to play a trick on the actress playing my wife and his mistress. To wit: we were going to convince her that what the scene really needed was for her to take her clothes off. This appeared to be working when I woke up.
A friend of mine had a dream about hanging out with Kevin Kline in the same sleep-period. Obviously "Kevin" day in the collective brain.
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3:00 AM
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
What I thought of the Hulk, by Me
I did not go to see The Hulk out of fan-ish rabidity; I've never read a Hulk comic. And though i cherish a warm "Aw wasn't that cute?" nostalga for the TV show, the one episode of which i remember featured Jan Brady sucking rattlesnake poison out of an Old Man's leg, it's memory is by no means sacred.
I did not go see The Hulk because I absolutely love every comic-based movie that comes out. I find they range from tasty (Mystery Men) to inedible (DareDevil), no matter how cool their trailers are.
I did not go see The Hulk to be either delighted or outraged by the CG critter. George "ADD" Lucas underlined my already-formed hypothesis when he mucked about with ep. 6; any puppet or green-painted football player, no matter how lame, still looks like they are more really there than any animated-in-later thing.
I did go to see The Hulk because Ang Lee directed it. So, I can't truthfully say I was disappointed, because he did some cool visual directy things.
But I will reiterate one thing: It really helps a movie be better if you have a script before you start shooting it. As a bonus, it is nice if the script appears to have some sort of interior logic.
1:06 AM
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
The only bad thing about watching my beloved baseball team on ESPN's DayGame naked is that I can't lend mojo to the eighth inning rally by turning my clothes inside out.
Obviously it's my fault we lost today.
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11:47 PM
H is for Hammer and Hoedown
Remember MC Hammer, he used to rap and dance,
He had a giant entourage and wore enormous pants?
He's come back from the 80s, where he was really cool,
To judge a TV talent show just like Paula Abdul.
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2:42 AM
Monday, July 07, 2003
I don't like the Spam, but the Spam likes me
So, if AOL is my champion against spam, who can protect me from the Spam AOL generates? Pop-ups when I sign on, I'm used to. Getting Pop-upped when I sign on AND when I sign off is a bit tiring.
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12:03 PM
Saturday, July 05, 2003
Housekeeping note:
Jana has informed me the numbers on the comments notation appear to not be in working order. So, sorry if I haven't answered in a bit...I'll chase down the problem later in the day when i am less tired and more sober.
That much entertainment can ruin you for life
So I find I'm a bit spoiled by spending most of my social time around theatrrr people; I've become used to people who talk. A lot. Thus, when i find myself in a group which is not so, um, communicative, I'm not quite sure what to do. The conversation tends to ebb more than it flows. It seems very odd.
For instance, we barbeque-hopped today, and BBQs which had theatrrr people present had much more conversation going on than ones that didn't. Fortunately, the group entire need not be composed of theatrrr folk; the talk waves spread out to include everyone; however, there _is_ some threshold number, as i find i by myself am not enough.
This makes me think we could all hire ourselves out in groups as party-enliveners. Hmmm.
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1:27 AM
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
No cure for temping
The guy who is in charge of me at my current temp assignment looks quite a lot like Dennis Leary....or maybe I mean Dennis Miller.......no, pretty sure it's Leary. This is a bit disorienting, frankly. He'll be talking in a quite gentle voice about what the procedure is for distributing the mail and I keep expecting something like:
FUCKing mail, don't get me started on the fuckin' mail. You got your basic mailman, fucking guy shows up whenever the fuck he wants. Yeah, you gotta leave the mail on the counter by the front door, you don't know what's in there, could be confidential, could be a check for thousands of dollars, and it's your ass if it goes missing, but what do you got to do? Leave it on the counter. Leave it on the fucking counter where any bozo who isn't the bozo fucking mailman could just run off with it. Why? Because, you don't know when the mailman is going to fucking show up. That's right. Our daily local representative of our federal government and we don't know when he's gonna be here. It's like a stealth tactic. He says he'll show up between 10 and 3. 10 and 3, that's a, that's basically a 5 fucking hour window there. I mean, whoa, don't stress yourself out, getting our mail out on a schedule or anything, no, no take your time, stop off and get a hamburger, adopt a kitten, go recycling with a homeless person. Fucking mailman.
But he never does that. Not so far at least. Maybe tomorrow.
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10:43 PM
Blog Title
This is the paragraph where i complain about today's temp assignment being rather dull. also, i misspell a word oar two.
Here, i whinge about having to turn down a part.
Now express guilt about being in such a bad mood when i spoke to my mums this evening.
And my atte,pt to end with something clever falls flat as usual.
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12:17 AM
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