computer went boom.. :(

Blogging is now done on a tiiiny keyboard..

* I get to watch ratatouille! life is good!

* tonight was one of those questionable 'interactive' theater moments. our souls turned to hamburger, for just a little bit.

* i'm still too old for the red dragon...owwwwww. but it was fun.

* uhm. brain gone, happy to be home, should clean house. mah.

onward!

airports reward the casual drinker..

Back in denver, attempting to blog...

* airports/airplanes seem to work well when a chunky part of the general populace are lubed..namely, traveling herds of business men.. waits are happily forgotten, they may tip better..

* I just got called sweetheart by a waittress about 4 years younger than me..

* colorado seems to have a lot of empty space. and then some MOUNTAINS!

* things seemed a lot more real and lovely about 3 hours..

* there's a lot more to blog about, but I am still full of migas...and wishing to be back in aus.

Change can be exhausting..

Today was good and blurry. There are emails I need to write. There are words I need to memorize.

First step towards the blurry:
a) There were worms (later told, not worms, actually larvae) crawling out of the sink drains of the middle school I was at today. CREEPY!! CREEEEPY!! The kids handled it amazingly non-chalantly, but still acknowledged it's grossness. (these were larvae with places to go - - super crawly) Also, said larvae were crawling out of the water fountain's drain pipe also, and the middle schoolers were good sports in finding an unpossessed bubbler.

b) Most scenes by middle schoolers tend to end in destruction. Destruction! Also, they like suggest that their teammates be "lovers" or cheating on each other or in the midst of a horrible divorce or giving birth to quintuplets. It's Jerry Springer 24-7 at a middle school.

c) I have plastic wrap strapped to my arm. I'm a little proud and a little *whoa* and a little shell shocked and a little happy. I haven't looked at the plastic wrap since it got strapped to my arm.. I'm taking things slow. There is now a drawing on me.

d) The reason for getting the plastic wrap strapped to my arm hurt - - but not horrible bad, and not as bad as some trips to a girl doctor. So. yeah. Again, a little proud. (A gentleman named Charlie rocks.)

e) I'm 32, and appearing to rebel.

f) I made a friend (who got her first drawing too and subsequently had it plastic wrapped), and sold Improv A Go Go twice while getting defaced.

g) I demolished a pan full of mushroom fried rice. Itchy clingy dull pain makes one hungry.

h) Yesterday, I made tomato soup with dumplings. Today, I realized that this was secretly homemade spaghettios. Delicious!

i) I'm tired. Damn. Why am I tired? .. there's a number of reasons, but... still.

I'm off to go enjoy some loveliness and yea! and a tasty beverage or two. W00t! What's tomorrow? Tomorrow's thursday. There's some stuff goin' on tomorrow that I haven't done yet - - new situations. Possibly some super goodness. Even if not super good, hopefully lovely. huh. Wish us luck!

Onward!

Fun is fun.

Yesterday was chock a block of runnin' about. The last thing I got to was the one that got messed up on, as I was late. However, it was the thing I enjoyed the most! (My only regret is not taking off my shirt. It's a funny regret, and one that would probably be the other way if I had. Ah well... it was still fun.) Anywhoo, yea for improv and yea!!! for people who make me gigglecry. We're very lucky, and thank you to those who worked their a$$es off - - thank you. :)

Back to work, home, give blod, and Six Ring... and maybe seeing dear friend Jen.

It's somewhat disappointing to me that "going to work" has to involve "getting ready". I... just really don't want to. Lame. Someday, it's gonna be warm again, and we're all gonna be full of energy and a french phrase meaning "Joy of Life!" (joy d' viv? no. bah.) and take on each day like we're eating a really good granola bar. But until then, I enjoy oatmeal.... (It's almost trying to be sunny out. This might help a little)

Oh! Theater-sorts! Dreamland Arts in St. Paul is adorable!! Adorable I tell you!

Also, my dining room is secretly coverered in painted wood paneling! New discovery!

I have nothing else except for a fine cup of coffee and a little black dog on a big pillow. Onward!

A blog both unnecessary and possibly annoying

Science Museum - - of course. (I wanted to write "natch", as in "naturally" - - this is what years of reading Marvel comics during my adolesence has given me. A proclivity *good word* to things like "natch", or possibly "bub", or getting used to Reed Richards calling Sue "lover" *creepy!*. Snappy one liners and words no one ever says. However, these same comics also gave me the phrase "Oh boy my favorite!", which is possibly one of the best things to exclaim ever. It's also one of the saddest phrases in this particular comicy universe*.)

Last night went successfully by, I think/hope. Performed for a company that has members from all over the globe, all together getting drunk at Pracna,... and they would not tell us what they do. Maybe it's secretly wayyy too complicated, but they were being, as a group, amazingly coy. I asked them if they were part of a secret society, which they fessed up to. The evening suddenly made much more sense.

Then to the Chatterbox, where I got a bowl of potato soup for the price of a cup! w00t! My depression-era grandfather would be proud! Also, met new people and got to hang out with/see with some of my favorite people in world. Yeaaa!!!

Every time Pickles barks, it echoes in the ductwork. Weird! (...and a doggy angel gets its wings.)

I'll be at Dreamland Arts this morning, struggling over an accordion. Then, it's back to you know where, stuffing lines and puppets into my brain. Have a good weekend!

Onward!




*It's sad, cuz when 4.5 year old Franklin Richards (son of Reed and Sue Richards of the Fantastic Four) visited his friends, the Power Pack (bwahahaha!), who are a group of super hero brothers and sisters (I know.), Franklin Richards was written realistically enough as a kid who's parents were busy doing other things/wrapped up in their own crap and, he probably never sat down to dinner with them, etc. (and if he did, they were probably always wearing their stretchy pajamas) So, when he's visisted the Powers (teee), who were written as a typical loving dysfunctional household sitting down to dinner, and asked if he likes this side dish, or this side dish - - for every dish, he exclaims "Oh boy my favorite". See, sad and adorable.

** This is the last time I will bring up something comicy for a while, I promise, as a) I'm incredibly behind and broke, b) I'm a big poser of the stuff right now, and c) I just don't have the attention span. See... I'm a dick, truly.

Full of fish and cow...

Everything was a'whirl... a'whorl sounds so much better.

I got to work on time! Huzzah!!! This has been increasingly hard for me to do. Which sucks. Being late sucks.

I attended two and a half meetings. I've been told to give input. I hope this does not make me sound like a jackass, 'cuz giving input is secretly fun.

(I'm still knee deep in nanoscale technology. BTW, if I was actually knee deep in nanoscale bits, there would be sixteen bajesusbillion little nanoparticles surrounding me.. In these meetings about nanoscale stuff, I am like a water skiier. Keep your eyes up and just try to stay upright. Still, it's kinda neat. A trip to Portland, the Anthony Micheal Hall .. or possibly, the Mike Doughty... of City crushes, to discuss said nano-things may be in the works, which should be lovely. Fingers crossed.)

I got a hug from a kid today. That was rockin'. The kid called me "Jen" (he remembered my name), and laughed when he saw my badge, and I told him I looked like I was trying to sneeze and sleep at the same time. Thank you, friend. :)

Did a murder mystery thingie tonight at 3M's Tartan park. This is, at least, the second time I've been to Tartan Park. There is a certain joy to murder mysteries, a certain indulgent joy, if you are the victim.
a) Come in dressed like a peach Mary Poppins
b) Introduce self. Say murdery mystery things.
c) Leave
d) Get killed (a death scene!). Get carried out on a tapestry. (I felt like some strange nomadic bride, being kidnapped away. Seriously. It was a tapestry. There were five men carrying me. Teeeee.)
e) Eat like a king! Dear lord! I had a dinner that consisted fully of a large piece of walleye, a small piece of steak (yes... a 3M surf-n-turf), a couple of red potatoes, a salad, a roll, and an apple crisp. And two glasses of wine. I was swimming in amazement. I hung around with the stage manager/owner, chatting, eating slowly. Wow! (the rest of the actors were being awesome, doing the rest of the show. I will make up for this karma soon.)
f) Go home. Pet dog. Something smells like poo... *whimper*

So yes. Very lucky. It is time to stuff more lines into my brain, and see if I can still get an audition time tomorrow, as my day was usurped by meetings.

Listened to Fresh Air on the way home. Terry Gross was interviewing Susan Sonntag's son. I love me some Susan Sonntag (one of the best classes I took in college followed her book "On Photography" bit by mindblowing bit.. thank you, Susan Sonntag and Iowa State professor with the strange accent. You are and were both very very smart), even if I'm probably not spelling her name right. It was heart-felt and sad. And then, abruptly followed that up with an interview about a cookbook. I wasn't quite ready for the shift.

Tomorrow involves work and work - - I doubt I will eat as kingly, but I can think back to the fine meal and feel very lucky.

Hey look - - it's almost Friday...!
Onward!

Why haven’t I updated? Cuz there ain’t much to say..

Seriously - - all those times I blabbed about nothin' at all, I probably had more to say than I do this week... waiting waiting...

Some stuff did go down, I swear...
Monday - work. Rehearsal (around Carrie J's dining room table. Me biting my tongue as the new girl, as the gentleman who has been doing this particular brand of theatre for umpteen years tells me something I don't need to know, in a tone that has grated on me since I was 5. It's my own deal - - I should probably listen more.)

Tuesday - work. Six Ring. Yeaa for Six Ring! Geeez....... And then drinks with dear friend Jen. Dear friend Jen is rockin'. We freeze a little at a fancy place in Nordeast, declaring our intentions to the world (and also to the window where all the cold air was leaking in). I drink a martini that tasted a little bit like orange bile, but in a strangely good way.

Wednesday - work. Work. In an attempt to save $$, I have purchased a fancy phone. This fancy phone, according to theory, will allow me to cut one of my bills. Excellent! In another attempt to save $$, I have talked to HR at the Science Museum, and was told I can't save money this certain way... alright.

Also, I stop by the Goodwill in Roseville.. because it's there. This Goodwill was unbelievably hoppin'. Plus, they allow returns at this Goodwill. Strange.

Thursday involves work, and then work. Friday involves a similar schedule. Saturday involves just work, however. Tonight will involve exercise, dinner, moving crap around, and memorizing all those things I should have memorized. Good luck, brain!

Soon, I'll blog about interesting things, I swear...

Onward!

The animals are adorable.. I’m lucky to have them here..

Sunday was sweet. I'm lucky.

- Dear Friend and I went out to breakfast. We ate our weight in cheesy potatoes and over easy eggs. We talked and talked and replaced our blood with coffee. We walked over to the 35W crash site (i.e. "The Gaping Hole") and tried to figure out what was going on. She found an awesome feather and gave it to me. Gooood. Lucky and good.
- Went home. Puttered
- Adorable rehearsal. Dark dark dark and fun. Yeaaa! I like rehearsal. Didn't mean to be loud walking up out of the basement. Sorry.
- Possible reason to go to St. Paul thwarted!! Visited Target for organizing things, and then came home and... organized. Ate sodium and tofu. Watched an embarassingly large amount of "L.A. Ink", which is appropriately horrible, yet weirdly fascinating. The voice of the "narrator" (i.e. Kat D Von...) inbetween the "scenes", is written like she's talking to her 11 year old BFF. In fact, each episode seems to have a theme and a moral, as I imagine an episode of the Mickey Mouse Club having.

Not ready for Monday. By tomorrow, I should be (as I have no choice) but... yes. Could use another Sunday, so I could have actually caught IAGG. So I could have committed to sleeping in. Doesn't matter - - have a good night, please. :) Onward!!

A hard workin’ night...

Actually, today's the day of constant work (10 a.m. - 10 p.m., bizzitches) (All I talk about is work. However, lately, about all I do is work.. sorry.) But last night - - it was hard workin' fun. Things I learned:

a) There's not much right nowthat makes me as jazzed as two person Guitar Hero. At this moment, it's almost up there with eating Indian food. I was whiny until it got played. Viva la plastic guitars and making silly faces and jumping up and down and rocking out with friends to a computer screeen! Truly silly.

b) Green Mill makes la pizza delish.

c) The Fiscally Responsible boys have an awesome thing goin'. Vaudeville with a Pig perfomed at "Causal Fridays" at the Bedlam Theater last night (10:30 p.m. show, $2 admission, 2-4-1 tall boys). Fun. Amazingly chill and great crowd. My god. I feel good about what we did, laughed hard at the boys and the amazing Mr. Fotis (I really liked it, Mike. So good.), and played in a delicious improv jam with everyone. Sometimes, jam tastes like poo. This jam tasted like funny. Yeaaa!!! Thank you, Fiscally Responsible!!!

Saturday is merely a gateway to Sunday, and Sunday will be awesome. (or... Sunday, I will take a shower in my bathtub for the first time in months... eeeeeee. I will eat breakfast with a friend. eeeeeee. I will NOT go to the Science Museum, but I might think about it just a little. ... again, awesome.)

There was something seemingly important I was supposed to blather about, but it's, of course, slipped away. See you on the other side of today - - please have a good one. Onward!

Anywhoo...

Re: yesterday's Mirror of Latin, amazing friend Dale trolled a bit deeper in the internet, and found out that there's actually a blessing on the mirror, not a curse. Thank you, Dale! The mirror needs a wash and a proper place to go in the house, but otherwise - - yea! Thanks for putting up with my I'm-now-living-in-a-pulp-horror-story assumptions. Cuz you know what assuming does.

Last night involved amazingly lovely people and laughter. Good solid I'm tearing up just a little laughter. Thank you to the awesome hosts, and thank you to Josh for the awesome gift. I'm stoked. Yesterday also involved a couple of four year olds that rock my, and everyone else's, socks. I'm not sure if my heart or my uterus exploded, but either way - - they rule.

I need to put on clothes. I feel a little meh about this idea.

Onward!

Score and scary score?

Huzzah! Today was almost vacation worthy! Three hours of museum-ness, and then finding out that I didn't have to teach this afternoon - - hot diggity dog. I bought secret santa gifts, took my boots to the boot doctor, dropped off a prescription, changed some lightbulbs, and leisurely made my way over to the University-Dale Salvation Army - - where I scored one of the biggest scores of my salvation armying life. My xmas shopping is done. (kinda)

While at this Salvation Army, I also picked up a couple of wall things, for I generally love their wall thing selection. Why look - - a 12 inch by 7 inch framed fancy wall mirror. I purchase it for $2.95, and happy drive it home in my Kia.

10 minutes ago, I turned over the mirror to find four lines of latin written on the framed mirror's back. Luckily, we have the internet...

AOR Barachiel
Benedictus manus exhominibus
AOR Barachiel quadrissino angelico trono
AOR Barachiel altanatos (? some spelling overwriting there) Peristratos

hrm. This is what the University of Notre Dame latin translator tells me... (or at least hints at what the roots of the words are..)

barathrum : pit, abyss / the underworld.

beneficium : benefit, favor, service, privilege, right.
mandatum : order, decree, mandate, instruction.
exhorresco : to be horrified, to shake, shudder / dread, tremble at.

barathrum : pit, abyss / the underworld.
quadrigae : four-horse team.

Angelico - v *o 1-5 1s pr act ind I see, I do see, I am seeing.
Tron - v *o 1-5 1s pr act ind I see, I do see, I am seeing.
barathrum : pit, abyss / the underworld.
altan-something: the X sees, he does see, she is seeing
Peristratos didn't get anything except for possibly being a noun.

Oh well, Jesus Christ!!! ... I don't feel weird or creeped out by said mirror, but I fully acknowledge that I have the making ...something horrible. Agh! Help! Jesus. Luckily, I have a small dog and large cat to defend me.. but c'mon... The cat doesn't seem spooked, and Pickles is technically dressed like a priest, so I should probably be okay. Hur. This is the first latin I've found on any of my Salvation Army purchases. Is this the karmic balance of such a greedy bevy of Salvation Army scores? I hope not. I let you know if more Latin comes around. ;)

Happy new year's! Onward!!

Questionable photos probably to follow...

NYE's was finefine. Worked at the Science Museum, and Butch and Katherine and Aiden and Owen came to the Museum, proving a number of things:

a) There's nothing better than people you love visiting you at work
b) The kids are over the top adorable. And smart. And socially awesome.
c) Little kid jokes rock. ... even if you don't quite get the cultural reference
d) Seriously. Dead Kennedys. ....ooooh. Good kid. :)

It was fun to see them, and I hope they had non-dramatic fun time too. Then, onto home where the house took a step to getting a part repaired, and then onto a Bingo show. Damn. Good people. Fun stuff. Happy New Year's is happy to scream at strangers. (I stepped in an interactive theater nono that one should always avoid - - I try to avoid this like the plague, which is why it shocked me when I sucked it up. There were two ladies sitting happily next to each other. The older one was a little drunk and giving me a hard time. The younger one, through some conversation, said "I went to private school." And I looked at the older one and said "You sent her to public school!?" ..ahem. Were they mother and daughter? Of course not. Did I suddenly look like a blowfish and did I then scream a little? Yes. ...and then started laughing. The older lady took it better than she should have. I then ran away.)

And then NYE at Pat's. My partner in crime realized that we had been attending this NYE for the third year. And that us, and the rest of the crowd, were... getting old. Or at least on our way to possibly hiring a babysitter/renting a nursery for the partygoers would-be children. I wore a dress from the salvation army (which I love) and a blonde wig - - the theme of the party was "The Love Boat", and I thought I looked appropriately... trashy? Anywhoo. The wig looked good in the darken dance floor part (I got told I look like Laura Dern!.. um. weird!), but in the light of day and camera flashes, I just looked pretty stupid. I finally took it off and found that dancing was much more doable and more fun was had by... hehhhsayit!!!... just being myself. Bwaha! Am I self-obsessed enough to make this a metaphor!? Goddamn right I am! Hells, we can even make it a metaphor for the changing over to the new year. It just gets worse. Thanks, liberal arts and science major! (It's even sunny today, somehow the sun burning away the clouds and blonde wiggy overcast skies of the past. More! More!!!) Anywhoo, xoxos to Topher and all there. It was truly a great time. :)

The animals let me sleep for a while (dreams were crazy though), and now it's time for Science Museum. I'm glad I feel good (better than expected), and I hope everyone else is surviving New Year's Day too.

Onward!

P.S. Native chicago-type friends - - I made my first deep dish/cheese on the pizza! You would be proud (I think!).. excepting that half way through the process, I realized that I had no mozzerella in the house, and instead used cheddar and pepper jack. But.. still. It came out delicious. You have inspired me to baking breadydoughytomatoey things. Thankyou.