Also, I find it oddly ironic/appropriate that on the day the Judge Samuel Alito is bloody confirmed as a Supreme Court Justice (the Dems have failed yet again), Coretta Scott King has passed away. A true death of Civil Liberties in this country. And in a few minutes, Fearless Leader will step up to the podium, deliver a speech that will run 43 minutes without applause littered with chicanery, and try to win back some of his dropping approval points. If this were a civil law suit, we would be suing GW on the grounds of bad faith. He has failed this country time and again. He failed the good people of New Orleans in the aftermath of Katrina, he failed the people of this country in sending us into a war unprepared and under false pretenses.
And now he's daring to talk about Coretta Scott King. ARGH..... He's such a slimy, smirking SOB -- how has this country allowed him to continue in this manner? Where did Democracy go? Where are my civil liberties? Gonna watch the rest of this after I pour myself a stiff drink....
That is all.
31.1.06
gah
Damn the man. Bloody House isn't on again this week because of the fucking State of the Union address. Look, those of you who know me know that I am very passionate about politics and the state of the nation, but I am at the end of my rope with this administration. It's such a hopeless state of affairs. The country is going down the tubes with GW gleefully sitting behind the wheel, and I am so mad about it that I'm mixing metaphors. I just want to stick my head in the sand and watch my hot doctor drama. mmmm... what is it about those foppish Brits??? mmm... Hugh Laurie......
That is all.
That is all.
30.1.06
"I never longed so passionately, not for her, not that quite yet, but for my life before impersonation and imitation and twofoldedness set in, life before self-mockery and self-idealization (and the idealization of the mockery; and the mockery of the idealization; and the idealization of the idealization; and the mockery of the mockery), before the alternating exaltations of hyperobjectivity and hypersubjectivity (and the hyperobjectivity about the hypersubjectivity; and the hypersubjectivity about the hyperobjectivity), back when what was outside was outside and what was inside was inside, when everything still divided cleanly and nothing happened that couldn't be explained. I left the front stoop on Leslie Street, ate of the fruit of the tree of fiction, and nothing, neither reality nor myself, had been the same since."
-- Philip Roth, Operation Shylock
That is all.
-- Philip Roth, Operation Shylock
That is all.
16.1.06
oooooff.
slightly less drunk. damn you, signal enselmble and your damn watering hole.......... ate some pasta and am now on the train to hangoverland. have nothing planned tomorrow except extreme sleeping. my favorite activity. god, I hate the way I am when I'm drunk... the next day i'm always completely horrified. maybe if i had even more to drink, and therefore couldn't remember... aww fuck it -- theory is too much typing to complete.
on a slightly less drunken tangent, (what was that tangent again? oh right---) seascape opened tonight. i think it went well. got to the theatre way early to discover that a gel had burned out... not a big deal to replace it, unless you have NO MORE FREAKIN' R99 in stock... got creative and i don't think anyone was the wiser but the people I told...
You know, for someone who prides herself on great gramatical skills, I am failing on all accouts tonight. . . shite. I give up... my eyes burn.
time for beddie bye...
that is all.
on a slightly less drunken tangent, (what was that tangent again? oh right---) seascape opened tonight. i think it went well. got to the theatre way early to discover that a gel had burned out... not a big deal to replace it, unless you have NO MORE FREAKIN' R99 in stock... got creative and i don't think anyone was the wiser but the people I told...
You know, for someone who prides herself on great gramatical skills, I am failing on all accouts tonight. . . shite. I give up... my eyes burn.
time for beddie bye...
that is all.
Oh, so drunk
Well, I am officially drunk. Oh, the drunk post.... I had something witty to say, but, now it has gone.... alas. I hope my co-workers will respect me next Thurs. . . . . spinning in infinity.................................................
that si ;all////....
that si ;all////....
14.1.06
13.1.06
If only....
If only G.W. had listened to Tower of Power in his "youth" instead of accumulating DUIs and snorting that funky white powder, he would know an important fact about the planet's oil supply. And maybe this would help him fight those "terrists" in Iraq -- you know, the ones with the WMDs who greeted us like old friends with flowers and cheers, the ones to whom we are giving the gift of freedom... wait, what is this war about again, (this week)? An LJ moment, dear friends... this is what happens when I settle down with a glass of red wine at 3:30 in the AM and start listening to my "nostalgia" list on iTunes.
"There is only so much oil in the ground,
sooner or later there won't be much around
Tell that to your kids while you're driving 'round downtown
that there's only so much oil in the ground
We can't cut loose without that juice
You can't cut loose without that juice
If we keep on like we're doing
things for sure will not be cool
It's a fact, we just ain't got sufficient fuel
'Cause there's only so much oil in the ground
sooner or later there won't be none around
Alternate sources of power must be found,
cause there's only so much oil in the ground
Yes, there's only so much oil in the earth,
it's a fact of life, for what it's worth
Something every little girl and boy should know from birth,
that there's only so much oil in the earth
There's no excuse for our abuse,
no excuse for our abuse
We just assume that what we use
will not exceed the power supply
Soon enough the world
will watch the well run dry
'Cause there's only so much oil in the ground
sooner or later there won't be none around
You can tell that to your children while you're driving 'round downtown
that there's only so much oil in the ground
And there's only so much oil in the earth
sooner than you think there's gonna be a heavy duty dearth
And there won't be too much time, or a merriment or mirth,
'cause there's only so much oil in the earth
You can't cut loose without that juice
You can't cut loose without that juice
If we keep on like we're doing
things for sure will not be cool
It's a fact, we just ain't got sufficient fuel
There is only so much oil..."
Hey -- you should really be glad that I didn't get all teary on my keyboard over "Stay" by Lisa Loeb (8th grade--all my friends liked it and I got sucked in), or "To Forgive" by the Smashing Pumpkins (10th grade--wasn't real keen on concept of forgiveness at that point in my life, I was happier staying pissed off), or "Why" by Annie Lennox (college heartbreak, 'nuff said--if you don't know the story, you probably don't need to; my life may be an open book, but that chapter is closed), or "Faithfully" by Journey (11th grade--tall flag team, need I say anything more?), or worse, "No More I Love You's" by Annie Lennox (9th-10th grade--tortured song I listened to while daydreaming about Andrew Friedlander leaving his girlfriend for me, and then realizing what he had done and returning to her. *sigh*). Now that I look at it, this is really a tortured teens list... will I ever be a grown up?!
It's so weird to think of myself as a married woman sometimes.... mostly because I still have these bouts of childishness and doubt and angst and all the rest. Not that marriage magically solves these things, but I am for all intents and purposes, an adult, and sometimes, I just don't feel like one... I tried for so many years to be older than I was... now I'm an honest-to-god-or-yahweh-or-allah-or-whoever-slash-no-one adult, and I want to play.
Ok, so this angry political post just took a bizarre turn... I'm going to stop neglecting my wine and get back to whatever it was I was doing...
That, informed readers, is all.
"There is only so much oil in the ground,
sooner or later there won't be much around
Tell that to your kids while you're driving 'round downtown
that there's only so much oil in the ground
We can't cut loose without that juice
You can't cut loose without that juice
If we keep on like we're doing
things for sure will not be cool
It's a fact, we just ain't got sufficient fuel
'Cause there's only so much oil in the ground
sooner or later there won't be none around
Alternate sources of power must be found,
cause there's only so much oil in the ground
Yes, there's only so much oil in the earth,
it's a fact of life, for what it's worth
Something every little girl and boy should know from birth,
that there's only so much oil in the earth
There's no excuse for our abuse,
no excuse for our abuse
We just assume that what we use
will not exceed the power supply
Soon enough the world
will watch the well run dry
'Cause there's only so much oil in the ground
sooner or later there won't be none around
You can tell that to your children while you're driving 'round downtown
that there's only so much oil in the ground
And there's only so much oil in the earth
sooner than you think there's gonna be a heavy duty dearth
And there won't be too much time, or a merriment or mirth,
'cause there's only so much oil in the earth
You can't cut loose without that juice
You can't cut loose without that juice
If we keep on like we're doing
things for sure will not be cool
It's a fact, we just ain't got sufficient fuel
There is only so much oil..."
Hey -- you should really be glad that I didn't get all teary on my keyboard over "Stay" by Lisa Loeb (8th grade--all my friends liked it and I got sucked in), or "To Forgive" by the Smashing Pumpkins (10th grade--wasn't real keen on concept of forgiveness at that point in my life, I was happier staying pissed off), or "Why" by Annie Lennox (college heartbreak, 'nuff said--if you don't know the story, you probably don't need to; my life may be an open book, but that chapter is closed), or "Faithfully" by Journey (11th grade--tall flag team, need I say anything more?), or worse, "No More I Love You's" by Annie Lennox (9th-10th grade--tortured song I listened to while daydreaming about Andrew Friedlander leaving his girlfriend for me, and then realizing what he had done and returning to her. *sigh*). Now that I look at it, this is really a tortured teens list... will I ever be a grown up?!
It's so weird to think of myself as a married woman sometimes.... mostly because I still have these bouts of childishness and doubt and angst and all the rest. Not that marriage magically solves these things, but I am for all intents and purposes, an adult, and sometimes, I just don't feel like one... I tried for so many years to be older than I was... now I'm an honest-to-god-or-yahweh-or-allah-or-whoever-slash-no-one adult, and I want to play.
Ok, so this angry political post just took a bizarre turn... I'm going to stop neglecting my wine and get back to whatever it was I was doing...
That, informed readers, is all.
12.1.06
Ah, Previews
So tonight my show goes into previews. It's a bit nerve-wracking -- this is my first professional-no-college-affiliate-getting-paid-for-not-fucking-it-up-working-
both-boards Stage Management gig. That's a bit scary. I've been fine all throughout tech, but the space that we're in doesn't have a booth as such, so I'll pretty much be hanging out in a corner of the theatre, working lights and sound and taking line notes. The show runs through the 18th of Feb. so this will be many of my evenings until then. It's a small outfit, but I am actually really proud of the show. For a small budget show, it looks fucking fantastic.
Today was a first in rehearsals: I had to put my creative skills to work to calm down some very upset designers. They were all kind of stepping on each others' toes and stressed, so I got to do the fun SM thing and attempt to keep the LD from walking. Good times. But the end of rehearsal, though, everything was hunky-dory.
If you do happen to be in the Chicago area between now and the 18th of February, pleace come and see the show! Info can be found by clicking on the promo pic. It's Edward Albee for fuck's sake... can you really go wrong?
That is all.
both-boards Stage Management gig. That's a bit scary. I've been fine all throughout tech, but the space that we're in doesn't have a booth as such, so I'll pretty much be hanging out in a corner of the theatre, working lights and sound and taking line notes. The show runs through the 18th of Feb. so this will be many of my evenings until then. It's a small outfit, but I am actually really proud of the show. For a small budget show, it looks fucking fantastic.
Today was a first in rehearsals: I had to put my creative skills to work to calm down some very upset designers. They were all kind of stepping on each others' toes and stressed, so I got to do the fun SM thing and attempt to keep the LD from walking. Good times. But the end of rehearsal, though, everything was hunky-dory.
If you do happen to be in the Chicago area between now and the 18th of February, pleace come and see the show! Info can be found by clicking on the promo pic. It's Edward Albee for fuck's sake... can you really go wrong?
That is all.
10.1.06
Big News
Truth-seeking website The Smoking Gun alleges that many of the incidents written about in James Frey's Memoir A Million Little Pieces are falsified.
People, this book is on Oprah's sacred book list! What are we to do? What exactly did he lie to us about? Why did he do it? Why did he betray our trust like this? Why did he shatter his readers' worlds into a million little pieces like this by lying? And the most pressing question: WHO CARES? For fuck's sake! It's a book. It's touted as a memoir, but so was Chuck Barris' unauthorized autobiography Confessions of a Dangerous Mind. This is news?! It's 4:30 in the fuckin' morning and now I'm just annoyed.
Civilians and soldiers alike are dying in Iraq; the families of 12 dead miners are mourning in and around Sago, West Virginia; Ariel Sharon's induced coma is preventing him from knocking on death's door; a chilling, conservative, pro-life, anti- Roe v. Wade, unethical judge is in confirmation hearings in the senate; survivors of the October 8th earthquake in Pakistan are suffering serious mental disorders, including severe depression, psychosis and anxiety; Iran is resuming its research on nuclear power, fueling fears abroad that it's back to the nukes for them; and somebody really hates Starbucks' espresso. But everyone loves a good scandal...
That is all.
People, this book is on Oprah's sacred book list! What are we to do? What exactly did he lie to us about? Why did he do it? Why did he betray our trust like this? Why did he shatter his readers' worlds into a million little pieces like this by lying? And the most pressing question: WHO CARES? For fuck's sake! It's a book. It's touted as a memoir, but so was Chuck Barris' unauthorized autobiography Confessions of a Dangerous Mind. This is news?! It's 4:30 in the fuckin' morning and now I'm just annoyed.
Civilians and soldiers alike are dying in Iraq; the families of 12 dead miners are mourning in and around Sago, West Virginia; Ariel Sharon's induced coma is preventing him from knocking on death's door; a chilling, conservative, pro-life, anti- Roe v. Wade, unethical judge is in confirmation hearings in the senate; survivors of the October 8th earthquake in Pakistan are suffering serious mental disorders, including severe depression, psychosis and anxiety; Iran is resuming its research on nuclear power, fueling fears abroad that it's back to the nukes for them; and somebody really hates Starbucks' espresso. But everyone loves a good scandal...
That is all.
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