Wednesday, February 28, 2007

I dreamed last night that my brother was accompanying Joe Pini's new band on Kool-Aid. I can explain later if you'd like.

I figured since I was no longer in a petty, bitter mood, my blog should reflect such.

Besides, every time I see the queso mentioned, I want to eat Taco C.

(Not that I have any time to describe why my life is so much better right now since I need to go blow-dry my hair and I keep getting distracted by a txting stream that now involves zombies.)

Friday, February 23, 2007

the queso is as fine as ever


Actually, I'm going to bed before I manage to say petty things. Well, "type" petty things; I've already accomplished saying them tonight.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

recently updated to showcase changes

New things:

* extension of mainstage show = three full weeks of me in charge
* cancelled most of the Easter rehearsals
* general lack of sleeping (not new)

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

I had stopped blogging so frequently to write in a real journal, but apparently I've switched back.

Today is the type of day where you want to end it by staring up at the stars above your patio, but then you remember you live in the middle of a major metropolis. (But in a totally good way.)

Lessons from today:

* Middle schoolers will never choose to show enjoyment of anything, even if it gets them out of class for the morning.

* When your friends know what shoes you'd been speaking of buying, and they find themselves at a "buy one, get one half off" sale, you end up with new shoes without even being present.

* Going geek leads not only to fab wordplay conversations, but also secret handshakes.

* Misplacing your phone is bad (I know it's at the theater, but I don't know where), but can be evened back out with onion rings and LOST.
grasshopper pie and real grasshoppers

It occurred to me this morning (thinking back on last night's postshow hang-out on a local porch) that I'm essentially getting out all of my social time now since my March will be so crazy complicated. That's nice enough for now, seeing as I happen to like people and (though it sometimes occurs) don't always want to live like a hermit. It's kinda awful for my laundry, though, since I have box office every night this week along with TV shows I watch with other theater folk, and I might never have clean socks again.

Monday, February 19, 2007

so many thoughts sloshing around

I love it when all the amazing awesome of the world spreads around so it engulfs the weekend and--having no other options--continues flooding into the new week.

(I'm not just saying this because I'm currently eating chicken nuggets, as much as we all know I love my chicken nuggets. Actually, consumption-of-half-my-plate later, it's completely not from the nuggets as I think these might be undercooked and possibly a source of illness waiting to happen. Maybe then I'll miss all the lexicon talk in the morning....)

* two great shows on Saturday will full control of a confounded tree * free lunch in between * free lunch apparently being spiked with drugs of some form based on the cast/crew sanity level after eating * random phone call about the veracity of SHS five year reunion this summer * "Ghost Rider" with the gents (quick review: all the cheese of "Snakes on a Plane" without the gratuitous death by fangs; if they'd snagged Sammy J instead of Mr. Cage, you'd have my perfect guilty pleasure movie) * medium popcorn for $.50 - thanks, movie reward program * dinner afterward (so much for vowing to not spend money this weekend) * "But she can't kill him off. Ron still has to hook up with Hermione!" * only two people in the church sound booth = crash course in running the computer projector program * Where the Red Fern Grows, Part II * spontaneous trip to Dreamgirls * mocking Grease * entirely too much effort spent on attempting to vote for Grease * further obsessing by trying to figure out song choice rules on Grease * box office time used to scope out future productions I won't have money to see * getting mileage out of my fake theatre marriage story * secrets! about the future! * free movie passes at the last minute * truffle mess up as delicious gooey masterpiece * "we're too young to realize how impossible everything is yet" * preview audience radio interview afterward *

Friday, February 16, 2007

Seriously, though, I think I hallucinated for about fifteen seconds at work today since I can't understand rationalize things any other way.

In other news, I've been playing a game often lately called "spill all the beverages." It's simple enough for anyone to indulge in, but the best participants are sleepy and unable to find towels.

I feel like life was on the verge of something terribly important, but I was too frazzled with box office-ness to catch everything.
going to bed now - did I mention the 10 a.m. call?

Yum, queso and great conversation.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

these days

I want to put together a warm-up mix for the show, using all dog related songs, but I don't have the time yet. Other things I don't have time for: watching Gilmore Girls, cleaning, eating things more complicated than microwave nuked chicken nuggets.

Today we moved back to the original tree drop method and it worked like a dream, despite the large costumed mascot (unintentially) messing with the tree during preshow.

We cancelled the 9:30 a.m. show in the morning due to lack of audience, so I don't have to be in until 10:00. Normally on Fridays, call (for the SM) would be 8 a.m. I'm more than a little thrilled.

Someone utilized me as a Princess Bride expert and I happily spouted forth all the information they needed to know without the assistance of IMDb. As usual, it's the little things.

I'm adding to my "tape to watch later" list tonight by jetting to a free dress rehearsal performace of "A Streetcar Named Desire." I also have to let my (newly designated) mom know when I reach the theater for safety and continued in-joke sake.

Finally, it always concerns me when the scheduling department isn't aware of something that I've known since at least a month earlier. That is not the way to inspire confidence in your department.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

sugar high

Entirely too much sugar thus far today (but why not, if people are going to make it so terribly accessible?), and it shall only continue. Tenika's coming over after her class and Cassie (who needed a local valentine and thus I volunteered) will join her to watch Sunday's episode of the Grease show. There should also be some truffle making, seeing as my cream cheese is not expired like I'd feared.

Mostly for Caleb: I finally listened to the David Sedairs CD over lunch and I've never held in so much laughter in my life as I sat in the theater library and tried not to disturb people. A copy will be forthcoming.

Saturday, February 10, 2007


I got an answer, but I'm still not certain. How's that for being vague and mysterious?

I just blow-dried my hair. Yes, I realize that it's almost 10 p.m.

I'm not certain if something will come of this.
I've stopped organizing my thoughts, briefly.

Something caught the pin on Thursday, which resulted in "the biggest tree in the river bottoms" not falling dramatically in the middle of the show. It also resulted in The Longest Blackout in the History of the World, which itself finally resulted in a rope that refused to come free from the ceiling, and thus the top half of the tree standing perfectly balanced next to the tree trunk for the remainder of the show.

This became terribly funny to me mid-blackout, thought (again), there was plenty of time to reach that place.

Yesterday began with us testing the tree and discovering that we'd apparently shaken something loose during Thursday's attempts at felling the giant. No amount of rewiring, electrucuting the Technical Director (thanks actors trying to be techies), or sheer frustration was going to bring the tree down by power switch. Thus, we held the house until five minutes prior to stated curtain time to allow the production team to string a manual drop system through the ceiling pipes.

Meanwhile, we were redirecting traffic to avoid a large funeral that was supposed to hit somewhere between the two shows. All our attempts to stay out of their way were, naturally for the day, to naught as the full procession of mourners chose to move from the sanctuary to the fellowship hall using our hall instead of going around when they saw the actors moving an entire cabin worth of set pieces off the stage. (They were still moving through for an actor's quick change and the dogs/mountain lion fight, which is why the house manager kept coming into the booth to laugh before returning to be solemn in the hallway.)

Why, yes, of course there are quotes that came out of this (as well as the mainstage opening later that evening):

...That's what we always said at school: "I think it's a metaphor for something."
-So, what is it for this?
Well, I'd take it as, like, look at the amazing dedication this tree showed. We "chopped" it down, we clicked it free, and we tried to pull it from the ceiling, but it's still standing in the middle of the aisle. That's the kind of dedication I'd like to see from all my actors, too.

Stephen almost threw his jacket on some lady!

I'm going to make you a t-shirt that says, "If a tree doesn't fall onstage, and an audience is present, what sound does the stage manager make?"

It's now really ironic that I randomly decided to wear my lucky earrings today.

Um...the sound box just totally lost power.

Don't mess with Hannah, she sometimes has power to make trees fall.

And the slightly more random:

Come to Texas, even the Cheez-Its are festive.

Wow! There's food here! (we were at a supermarket)

I think I just had cheese go up my nose!
-How did you do that?
I don't know, but it really burned.

(supremely paraphrased) Ugh. Tomorrow I have two shows.
-I'll be there for the first one in the morning.
--Yeah, tomorrow morning I'll be curled up in bed...wrapped in my blanket not moving.
-That's because the poisonous snake I put in there would've gotten to you by then.

When you think about it, the Crocodile Hunter had it coming... (this started a good twenty minute argument about the statement's validity)

Honestly, this is better for my abs than any of those videos we've been doing.

Right! The Mom box!

When commericals came on and a fastforward didn't happen, we figured you'd fallen asleep.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

wanted to make note of this and the date

I'm in a skirt and flip-flops, and I'm not going to bother taking a jacket to work.

Texas does have it's benefits, even if all the above will be tainted with sticky humidity.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

(edited due to computer reading my thoughts prior to typing)

How does Merv do this? I sit here, dwelling on a subject and to spew it out of my brain, and he plays the perfect soundtrack for whatever frustrating emotion I can't personally deal with at the time.

The season is getting to me.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Surely this isn't about the junior league tonight?

I don't know if I've forgotten something, or something huge is going to happen today, or I simply ate something atrocious, but I have a knot in my stomach that refuses to go away.

Now my hair *has* be cute, just to make up for things.

* I want cast lists to go up so I can be excited for people (especially, see two posts below).

* I need to pay my phone bill before I completely forget about its existance.

* I want my hair to instantly dry, and in a supremely cute fashion, since that'll help my confidence at the development event tonight where I'm helping represent the company.

* I need to finish my punch card, because it's just silly to be that close to free stuff.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

*beep beep* [pause] *hysterical laughter*

I think this "coughing up $5 extra per month to not pay per text message" thing is going to be one of the greatest decisions of my life.