28 February 2002
Now I feel bad.
So, our venue closed. The friggin place we were doing our show up and closed on us for no good godamn reason. I'm pretty sure it's somehow my fault. Last time I was in a show there we took a week off and came back to a dark house, covered in tarps, with the bar gutted.
How will this fadge? I need something to DO.
So, our venue closed. The friggin place we were doing our show up and closed on us for no good godamn reason. I'm pretty sure it's somehow my fault. Last time I was in a show there we took a week off and came back to a dark house, covered in tarps, with the bar gutted.
How will this fadge? I need something to DO.
27 February 2002
Every time the phone rang this morning I yelled out, "Don't come in to work today!! Please, please, stay home and relax!!" yadda.
I believe in supporting new artists and all that noise, but the play reading last night was embarrassingly bad. I tore out of there before the talkback dropping my turtleneck on the floor in front of the moderator. Smooth move, ex-lax.
I think there is something to this.
My life isn't segmented into months or years, birthday-to-birthday or season-to-season. My life flows in phases, defined by three things: a crush on a boy, a song, and a food. The once and future "Dave+ various + various" was replaced for a few months last summer with: Tom Cavanaugh, "from the morning" by nick drake, and cinnamon mentos. I relate September and October to Bjork's "violently happy", someone I�m too ashamed to admit and red wine. I recently had a crush on a real* person, but I wasn't listening to anything in particular at the time, so it only lasted a week. Right now it's Michael Rosenbaum, The flaming lips "Waiting for Superman"/ Bjork's "possibly maybe" and hazelnut coffee. Actually, that's four things. This is not an exact science. This is not even interesting.
Maybe I should be too ashamed to admit all of this.
(*this should not sound like i'm implying dave foley is not a real person. i have met him, and touched him, and he is, in fact, very human. The jury is still out on edward j. stevens and lex luthor. Although I'd welcome giving them an opportunity to plead their cases.)
I believe in supporting new artists and all that noise, but the play reading last night was embarrassingly bad. I tore out of there before the talkback dropping my turtleneck on the floor in front of the moderator. Smooth move, ex-lax.
I think there is something to this.
My life isn't segmented into months or years, birthday-to-birthday or season-to-season. My life flows in phases, defined by three things: a crush on a boy, a song, and a food. The once and future "Dave+ various + various" was replaced for a few months last summer with: Tom Cavanaugh, "from the morning" by nick drake, and cinnamon mentos. I relate September and October to Bjork's "violently happy", someone I�m too ashamed to admit and red wine. I recently had a crush on a real* person, but I wasn't listening to anything in particular at the time, so it only lasted a week. Right now it's Michael Rosenbaum, The flaming lips "Waiting for Superman"/ Bjork's "possibly maybe" and hazelnut coffee. Actually, that's four things. This is not an exact science. This is not even interesting.
Maybe I should be too ashamed to admit all of this.
(*this should not sound like i'm implying dave foley is not a real person. i have met him, and touched him, and he is, in fact, very human. The jury is still out on edward j. stevens and lex luthor. Although I'd welcome giving them an opportunity to plead their cases.)
26 February 2002
I was serious about that, by the way. If you were a superhero, what kind would you be? What would your powers be? Your kryptonite? Are you, in fact, a villain?
There's no right or wrong people. No quizzes to link to, no multiple choice. Don't be hindered or limited by the superheroes that already exist. Imagine it, then write it down so i can see it.
There's no right or wrong people. No quizzes to link to, no multiple choice. Don't be hindered or limited by the superheroes that already exist. Imagine it, then write it down so i can see it.
I bought new shoes a few days ago. They were so ugly I had to have them. Now I'm starting to again conduct painful amounts of static electricity, which leads me to believe that it may be related to the shoes i wear, and not to special powers i may or may not posess. I could still be a superhero, though. If i can learn to harness the power of my shoes, I could fight crime in carpeted areas. Living rooms, breezeways and vestiblues would be free from the oppression of evil villains and villains in training. I'd just be more like Batman than Superman.
So . . .what's your super power?
So . . .what's your super power?
I wish it was yesterday. I was all lime-green-bedecked-smelling-like-lemons-springtime-lusty.
Tonight I'm doing a new play reading. I'm pretty sure it's called "103 pages of crap". I'm playing "nurse #1" who has a pretty pivotal role, I have an intense moment of eye contact with someone who has lines. I've never written a play, but if i did i would have the actors in mind, ya know? Who the hell wants to dedicate a month of rehearsals when they only have three lines? And don't give me that bullshit about "no small parts". Trust me, there are small parts. If the playwright couldn't make the effort to give you a name, you have a small part. The only good thing about it is I'm going to wear my Brain Candy scrub shirt, inside out of course.
If I miss more than three minutes of 24, I'm gonna sue.
Tonight I'm doing a new play reading. I'm pretty sure it's called "103 pages of crap". I'm playing "nurse #1" who has a pretty pivotal role, I have an intense moment of eye contact with someone who has lines. I've never written a play, but if i did i would have the actors in mind, ya know? Who the hell wants to dedicate a month of rehearsals when they only have three lines? And don't give me that bullshit about "no small parts". Trust me, there are small parts. If the playwright couldn't make the effort to give you a name, you have a small part. The only good thing about it is I'm going to wear my Brain Candy scrub shirt, inside out of course.
If I miss more than three minutes of 24, I'm gonna sue.
24 February 2002
I spent last night all alone on my new lazy boy. It was quite refreshing. I couldn't fall alseep on it, though. That's pretty shameful. I considered playing on the computer for a while, but it was too much effort to get up and walk into the other room. That is something I am somehow proud of.
Todd went to see a dress rehearsal of a show this morning at 10 o'clock because our good friend is in it and it runs at the exact same time as our show. I didn't go because i woke up vaguely mad at him. He came back around 12 to take me to breakfast, so of course i just put a fleece over my pajamas and walked out the door. I didn't realize that: 1. we were going with some of the cast of the show he just saw and 2. we were going to a nice restaurant for "brunch". I survived. I think it's pretty easy to pull that kind of stuff off if you commit to it with a level of confidence. Maybe it's not confidence, i think you can pull it off if you just plain don't care.
I want to become one of those people who gets up at 8 on weekends and does stuff. Like they shower and everything. I don't know what i'd do. I don't have a dog to walk. I could do home improvements. Go to the beach. People do that kind of stuff, don't they?
Now it's 2:30 and i have to work out and shower before my call. I want to do neither.
Todd went to see a dress rehearsal of a show this morning at 10 o'clock because our good friend is in it and it runs at the exact same time as our show. I didn't go because i woke up vaguely mad at him. He came back around 12 to take me to breakfast, so of course i just put a fleece over my pajamas and walked out the door. I didn't realize that: 1. we were going with some of the cast of the show he just saw and 2. we were going to a nice restaurant for "brunch". I survived. I think it's pretty easy to pull that kind of stuff off if you commit to it with a level of confidence. Maybe it's not confidence, i think you can pull it off if you just plain don't care.
I want to become one of those people who gets up at 8 on weekends and does stuff. Like they shower and everything. I don't know what i'd do. I don't have a dog to walk. I could do home improvements. Go to the beach. People do that kind of stuff, don't they?
Now it's 2:30 and i have to work out and shower before my call. I want to do neither.
21 February 2002
We almost took those row Gs. We'll be about a half a row away.
I have the same seat i had two years ago.
::feathers everywhere::
I have the same seat i had two years ago.
::feathers everywhere::
Some guys buy their girlfriends flowers and gold ID bracelets, my boyfriend buys me kids.
in honor of Matt's love list:
1. viola, ie, my monologue which i am paying a woman $80 a month to tell me is "almost there."
2. The Flaming Lips, courtesy of goose.
3. lex luthor.
4. my new ugly shoes.
in honor of Matt's love list:
1. viola, ie, my monologue which i am paying a woman $80 a month to tell me is "almost there."
2. The Flaming Lips, courtesy of goose.
3. lex luthor.
4. my new ugly shoes.
18 February 2002
ok, my last entry was cryptic and paranoid, sorry.
what you missed:
Mardi gras plans that turned into watching 24 and smallville, and flashing young lex luthor which is really the best party a gal could have.
I got inappropriately drunk at an office cocktail party, went to see a band after and flashed them also.
We had our second show, a rousing success.
Lost eight pounds.
I can't think of anything else worth saying right now. Watch smallville. lex is hot.
what you missed:
Mardi gras plans that turned into watching 24 and smallville, and flashing young lex luthor which is really the best party a gal could have.
I got inappropriately drunk at an office cocktail party, went to see a band after and flashed them also.
We had our second show, a rousing success.
Lost eight pounds.
I can't think of anything else worth saying right now. Watch smallville. lex is hot.
13 February 2002
so you might be able to tell, i'm lightening up on my blogging i'm really very sorry, but i am under the impression that my online behavior is being monitored at work. While this isn't my career, i still don't want to lose my lob over my open diary. i have a lot to say, and i love you. i'll try my best.
11 February 2002
I didn't know jesus was going to be in episode 2.
I got my new workout tapes and now i workout for an hour a day. Pilates is impossible, and the NYC Ballet tape is awesome but long. I'm pretty sure i have reverse anorexia, i think i look fine, but I really don't. I walk around feeling buff, with sore muscles that are entirely invisible. Whatever.
At least I'm keeping up with my new years resolutions, i work out almost every dsay and i am keeping track of my cash. (Yeah, it's february . . .so?) If I can get Ewan McGregor to make out with me I'll be three for three.
I got my new workout tapes and now i workout for an hour a day. Pilates is impossible, and the NYC Ballet tape is awesome but long. I'm pretty sure i have reverse anorexia, i think i look fine, but I really don't. I walk around feeling buff, with sore muscles that are entirely invisible. Whatever.
At least I'm keeping up with my new years resolutions, i work out almost every dsay and i am keeping track of my cash. (Yeah, it's february . . .so?) If I can get Ewan McGregor to make out with me I'll be three for three.
07 February 2002
Right now I'm praying to my saints that i don't get caught in the act of doing nothing. it's been a wil wheaton day, because i just found it, it's all new content and it will take all day for me to get sick of it. He works on movies, he needs clean socks, and i'll be damned if he doesn't do sketch.
For those of you who didn't take it, i'll just bring the fun to you!
I work as a/n:
jiggly secretary (i don't hide food) It's true. i nibble, i pick . . .
I spelled 'goddess' wrong, and you can't really work as "a" queen of england. i was grasping at straws.
my new favorite word/phrase is:
dupa, polish for "fanny".
Ok, it's not really a 'new' word because that's what we called it until i was ten, but it's just now become my favorite word, so I guess it counts.
as a child i was often driven to school in a/n:
ambulance. My dad owned an ambulance service. We either sat on the stretcher or in a wheelchair. That's about as interesting as it gets.
i tend to develop crushes on:
Let's avoid this one, shall we?
i am:
crushing your head
just not white like you, dave
pure evil
all of the above
Everybody got this one right.
gaziza:
dilznoufus
i am unable to: drive
i can open the fridge with my fanny, and i can form healthy relationships. I can't drive because of the, you know, crushing fear.
ghosts are: behind you!
Always, always behind you.
(add five points to your score if you picked 'real'. While they are real, they're so much more than that.)
my mom and i: all of the above, or in this case, below.
have lopsided legs, saw batman forever three times just for the air conditioning (we did this together), are nicknamed \"queenie\" and \"serry berry\" respectively, her parents met while working in a hospital. as did her husbands\', as did mine.
Both my grandfathers were ambulance drivers and both my grandmothers were nurses, they met at work. My dad drove an ambulance, my mom takes x-rays. They met at work.
i once won an award for:
I'd like to thank Kitana for choosing 'personality'. Everyone else picked spelling, which i think was sarcasm.
In my sophomore year i won the Sister Anne Soukup award for compassion. I got a partial scholarship and 50 bucks cash which i spent on a compassionate pair of jeans and some selfless candy.
I work as a/n:
jiggly secretary (i don't hide food) It's true. i nibble, i pick . . .
I spelled 'goddess' wrong, and you can't really work as "a" queen of england. i was grasping at straws.
my new favorite word/phrase is:
dupa, polish for "fanny".
Ok, it's not really a 'new' word because that's what we called it until i was ten, but it's just now become my favorite word, so I guess it counts.
as a child i was often driven to school in a/n:
ambulance. My dad owned an ambulance service. We either sat on the stretcher or in a wheelchair. That's about as interesting as it gets.
i tend to develop crushes on:
Let's avoid this one, shall we?
i am:
crushing your head
just not white like you, dave
pure evil
all of the above
Everybody got this one right.
gaziza:
dilznoufus
i am unable to: drive
i can open the fridge with my fanny, and i can form healthy relationships. I can't drive because of the, you know, crushing fear.
ghosts are: behind you!
Always, always behind you.
(add five points to your score if you picked 'real'. While they are real, they're so much more than that.)
my mom and i: all of the above, or in this case, below.
have lopsided legs, saw batman forever three times just for the air conditioning (we did this together), are nicknamed \"queenie\" and \"serry berry\" respectively, her parents met while working in a hospital. as did her husbands\', as did mine.
Both my grandfathers were ambulance drivers and both my grandmothers were nurses, they met at work. My dad drove an ambulance, my mom takes x-rays. They met at work.
i once won an award for:
I'd like to thank Kitana for choosing 'personality'. Everyone else picked spelling, which i think was sarcasm.
In my sophomore year i won the Sister Anne Soukup award for compassion. I got a partial scholarship and 50 bucks cash which i spent on a compassionate pair of jeans and some selfless candy.
i watched saving grace last night, which was kind of funny and good until the end, which sucked. Craig Ferguson is gorgeous. Very, very gorgeous.
There is way too much cream cheese on my bagel.
My life is FAAAAAAAAAAAAABULOUS!!
There is way too much cream cheese on my bagel.
My life is FAAAAAAAAAAAAABULOUS!!
06 February 2002
There's nothing about me that doesn't suck.
psssstt, tavie . . . . chicken!
i'm sad you didn't find anything to listen to it with. It was all kind of in vain, wasn't it?
I have nothing to blog about.
I picked a piece to work on for my shakespeare in the dark audition. I picked a Viola monologue from Twelfth Night, because I am such a neat, petite, complete and utter badass. This is as close as I'll ever get to being cast as Viola. One of Todd's girlfriends (read: girls who thow themselves at him online and in person, the guy is magnetic. ha-cha!) suggested I use the 'nurse' from Romeo and Juliet, which I'm pretty sure was her subtle way of calling me fat. I don't really want to do the show, because it's for no money, you have to know somebody to get a decent role or if you do get cast you spend six nights a week onstage holding a basket/torch/staff with your head in a cloud of gnats. Perhaps you get to shout the occasional "ho!" but it's probably better that you keep your mouth shut. I do love shakespeare, and i would much prefer to be onstage than to sit on the hill with my fanny falling asleep, this is just my way of psyching myself out two months in advance.
psssstt, tavie . . . . chicken!
i'm sad you didn't find anything to listen to it with. It was all kind of in vain, wasn't it?
I have nothing to blog about.
I picked a piece to work on for my shakespeare in the dark audition. I picked a Viola monologue from Twelfth Night, because I am such a neat, petite, complete and utter badass. This is as close as I'll ever get to being cast as Viola. One of Todd's girlfriends (read: girls who thow themselves at him online and in person, the guy is magnetic. ha-cha!) suggested I use the 'nurse' from Romeo and Juliet, which I'm pretty sure was her subtle way of calling me fat. I don't really want to do the show, because it's for no money, you have to know somebody to get a decent role or if you do get cast you spend six nights a week onstage holding a basket/torch/staff with your head in a cloud of gnats. Perhaps you get to shout the occasional "ho!" but it's probably better that you keep your mouth shut. I do love shakespeare, and i would much prefer to be onstage than to sit on the hill with my fanny falling asleep, this is just my way of psyching myself out two months in advance.
05 February 2002
When I was in the first grade i watched The Brady bunch a lot. It was a big deal when a boy and a girl made a date to "study". I didn't know exactly what "studying" entailed, but because of television, in my mind it got all tangled up with dating. so for the first few years of my educational career I thought that couples who were going steady were actually "going study".
04 February 2002
03 February 2002
Spent all dang day at the restaurant rehearsing the show. It's going to blow, in a cartoony kind of way. Word on the street is: we're inches from mutiny. If he gives us one more lineread I'll dirty him up like a locker room towel.
I didn't not sleep a single wink last night. Instead I fantasized all night that I was dating George Lucas. Man, that was one complicated relationship. He's like, 60.
I bought a journal so that i can keep some of my more embarassing thoughts off the internet. Mainly because I get the feeling people I know in the "real" world are reading this and then denying it. If you want to know what goes on in this puny life, approach me and ask. For I am far to skittish to do so, but regale you with what I've had to eat and how many workouts I've skipped, I may!
(btw- that crush i pretended to have on mike karr was completely fabricated to get you to come out of the woodwork but it didn't work, you magnificent bastard.)
I ordered "Pilates: Perfect Mix" (which was $12, so it has to suuck) and "the New York City Ballet Workout", both on DVD. Not so much with the jumping and the bouncing I think.
Also, I'm working the caps in. Making you happy, am I?
I didn't not sleep a single wink last night. Instead I fantasized all night that I was dating George Lucas. Man, that was one complicated relationship. He's like, 60.
I bought a journal so that i can keep some of my more embarassing thoughts off the internet. Mainly because I get the feeling people I know in the "real" world are reading this and then denying it. If you want to know what goes on in this puny life, approach me and ask. For I am far to skittish to do so, but regale you with what I've had to eat and how many workouts I've skipped, I may!
(btw- that crush i pretended to have on mike karr was completely fabricated to get you to come out of the woodwork but it didn't work, you magnificent bastard.)
I ordered "Pilates: Perfect Mix" (which was $12, so it has to suuck) and "the New York City Ballet Workout", both on DVD. Not so much with the jumping and the bouncing I think.
Also, I'm working the caps in. Making you happy, am I?
01 February 2002
Today is christmas day in my little world. Well, kind of. i had to come in to work early because the weather prevented the other secretary from working her shift this morning. ah well. more hours. My tax return cash is in my stash, hurrah i say.
We got our Christmas gifts from our boss today. He gave us fleece vests with the company name on them. If my boss gve them to us, would they then be considered boss clothes?
har.
We got our Christmas gifts from our boss today. He gave us fleece vests with the company name on them. If my boss gve them to us, would they then be considered boss clothes?
har.
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