How lucky we are to be alive right now, when we can look up who that actor in that one thing was instead of letting it bounce in my brain for the rest of forever.

Seriously, my brain never would've connected that the actor I recognized in a current Oscar prestige film also played the whiny son on Smash.


I improvised a recipe tonight, as a major component of the recipe I wanted to try had gone off between the time when I assembled everything until I reached today. (And, honestly, in about the two years before that, judging by the state of it and its expiration date that I hadn't checked before today.) But crescent roll pizza bites were good. Perhaps some smaller pieces of Canadian bacon next time, though.

"Reason 3: Writing a Paper That is Due Tomorrow" no longer applies

(Unless you count SM paperwork, in which case .... yeah. Sometimes.)

I'm in my thirties now, which means there are only two reasons why I'd be still awake after 2:30am: I'm off from work the next day and lost track of time while putzing around OR my brain won't shut off, why won't it shut off, oh please can I fall asleep now?

Fortunately, I'm the happier of those two options this time. Though I am *super awake* right now, so it might swap over to the other here shortly. Time to pick a movie on the DVR to fall asleep to (seeing as I'm still trying to track down opportunities to re-record all the things I used to fall asleep to, back before the receiver gave up on life).

It is so cold in my apartment right now, I'm wearing a sweater over my PJs and contemplating what I can put in my oven so it can be a temporary heat source.

Ah, the joys of the complex choosing when to turn on the heat, rather than the individual.


For the first time in about two weeks, I have over 24 hours before I have to be back at the theater [don't think about that too hard, Smith]. Things to do in the meantime:

* continue to text with a McMorrough about this week's Doctor Who episode (because !!!)
* play far too many hours of Kings Quest
* put out Christmas decorations
* clean or something?

Here's a thought about eight years late: why is my side picture *not* feet seeing as that's totally my thing?

Now that I'm out of tech weekend, when [if things onstage are strained] all seems dark and awful and out to get me, let's note a few things that bring me joy:

* having access to the library system of the fourth largest city in the country
* gaining some evenings back again, just in time for prestige movie season
* all those groups I've joined that offer the possibility of free screening tickets
* people on the internet who post full video from four year old Austin City Limits concerts that had been a favorite repeat on my [now deceased] cable receiver
* writing listicals

Good job, self! We're not doing any of the "six things not to do with your dishwasher"!

Those quickie click-bait lists get me all the time on Real Simple's twitter.

Other things I can't help but click:
- Katie Cook's Harry Potter sketches
- updates from the International Space Station
- anything related to Gilmore Girls


My brain just reminded me that I picked up ice cream while grocery shopping today. I'm gonna pull out the cookies and cream *and* ice my knee with the same bowl. Multi-purpose!

11:11 on 11/11

...And here the storm hits, making me glad I didn't stop at the grocery store on the way home. (Except that I'm out of good post-rehearsal-it's-late-but-I-gotta-eat-something food. And vitamin C drops.)

I heard that the books were leaving Thursday, which kicked me into overdrive. In my brain, that caused a combination of both organizing all the stacks (now you can see all the spines! all the encyclopedia and tax law sets are together!) and jumping my pulled total up to fifty-six. But who else is gonna want that Versailles visitor's guidebook? Or all the Crichton novels? Or the poor old atlas that is split at the seams and thus begging to be used for some sort of decoupage?

When I die, just bury me under all the books I own, as that will be mausoleum enough to hold me.

In other news, I injured myself on the set so now we know the show's gonna be really good!

[My knee is mostly fine.]

Oh heaven help me, but we have piles and piles of books free for the taking in the lobby (the leftovers of the 1619* all over the Freud set), and I've hardly looked through them, and yet -- Smith curse! -- I already have seventeen in a pile to take home. Does it help that some will turn into presents or craft projects or such?**






* Yes, I counted. Have you met me? Weirdly, it took approximately the same amount of time as it does to run the show.

** No.

run for designers night

Nobody died! Nobody was murdered! (Yes, those are two vastly different things. Hoo doggies, at the end of this week, those are vastly differing items.)


[This post could've also been called "It's 11:11 pm and I'm eating cheese crackers, obviously."]

Oh my gosh, I'm so sleepy. So much for baking chicken after rehearsal.

Hey self, remember when we'd stay up all night, writing papers (that received good grades!) and eating Tootsie Rolls, and feel perfectly fine the next day. Twenty-year-olds have no inkling of the golden juices flowing through their quick metabolizing, fast recovering veins.

I'm gonna eat queso before every rehearsal!

(No, I'm not. I'm currently out. Perhaps this is the true cause of all my current ills.)

I forgot where I was going with this because I instead went down an unexpected Sam Rockwell rabbit hole on YouTube. Y'know, as you do on Monday nights when you were actually planning on doing something else legitimately useful. Maybe I never had anything else. I should stop waiting for the end of the day to decide I want to write something, especially if I'm not writing about anything in particular.

Between being in the bug suit and the top of the 12th inning, my neck is gonna be legit sore tomorrow.

Well, that was fun. Nice of the Royals to save the bulk of the action for when I was watching, even if I didn't come in until the 9th.

Needs more footage from KC itself, though. If you can't win it in the hometown, at least *show* the hometown, jeepers.

Gonna be some fun flights into MCI tomorrow. Might be some awkward subway rides tonight.

(Gotta publish this now if I'm gonna keep up the streak.)

There was no need to cook that entire box of pasta, self.

So much elbow macaroni. So, so much.


It feels strange to be home on Halloween - no rehearsal, no performance, no party. All the rain this morning certainly took the "let's do stuff!" out of me, so I'm not complaining. It's just been a long time. I haven't had any kiddos drop by, though perhaps they prefer the residential streets west of us over wandering the complex. Stay away kids, I have no candy to pass out. (Talk to me this time tomorrow, though...)

So, uh, Doctor Who, Royals, and pretending I'm not here if the children pop 'round? Sweet.

If TCM On Demand would work once more...

I don't know who in the programming department decided to follow-up "Freaks" with a Mickey Mouse cartoon, but, whoever you are, we should definitely hang out.


Things I Should Do Tomorrow:
* enjoy that I don't have to work
* clean my disaster of a kitchen
* put away laundry more than folding it and leaving it on a chair
* bake a casserole or two ahead of the full rehearsal week

Things I Will Actually Do Tomorrow
* probably just that first one

even in Australia

I don't have anything to post, but I've posted the last few days in a row and I don't feel like breaking the chain yet. (This sort of feeling will lose weight the further I get into rehearsal). That never stopped me in college, though, so here we are together.

Um, both my hair and nails are currently short. (As am I, for that matter, but that's not new.)

I mean, I sometimes *don't* want to deal, but that's not the point.

Things I am still working on: conveying that we may have an issue adding additional [scenery / props / costumes] without coming across like a grouchy child that doesn't want to deal.

In other news, I'm apparently drafting scene shift paperwork two weeks early, starting tomorrow. Oh boy!

pretend for a moment that you know how to 'adult'

I'm trying to play this game called "Work With Me Here" where both participants in a single email conversation chain answer all questions posed back and forth, with detail, rather than only answering one item with the barest of replies. (It's not even the least you can do - the least you could do would be to give a vague non-answer answer to all questions, not one sort of vague answer to one question.)

Why are you making emails feel like pulling teeth - especially as if I'm pulling my own, like I'm trying to extract information from a source that is actively fighting me the whole way.


[I am tired of adulting today. I'm going back to taping floors for rehearsal because the floor doesn't refuse to do its side of the process.]

How do you write that? / I pull out a keyboard and go to Word...

This is such a sarcastic group of people, so at least it's going to be a quotable time turning this one-act into a full-length.

I have no milk left, but it's twenty til eleven and nothing that will change tonight. Time to eat ice cream instead!

Just watched a scary film, at night, alone in my apartment because sometimes it's like I don't remember who I am and how I react to things.

I like you, Signs, and your score is beautiful, but you're a creepy frakking movie, no matter how many times I've seen you.

I did not go into that short sentence intending to use four commas.

(Sorry. I have nothing else.)

I pulled something in my shoulder while changing a lightbulb, so that bodes well for the day.

By the way everyone's been talking about the weather, we're all about to be washed away by a tremendous wall of water. (We'll see.) If nothing else, I'll take it as an excuse to stay inside and do things around the apartment ... y'know, like I really want to do anyway on a Saturday when I don't have to be anywhere official.

Might wish I'd gone ahead and picked up another gallon of milk yesterday, if the monsoon ever does start.

Christmas rehearsals start Monday. Halloween is Saturday. Theater timelines are weird.

October = the St. Luke's pumpkin patch, Christmas decorations going up way early in Highland Village, and me talking about baseball

It's weird that this time last year I would've been cheering for the Royals vs. [whoever] rather than today, when I was actively rooting for their ... not destruction, but definitely inability to cash in on momentum. Might be even weirder that the Astros are in the postseason [end of sentence], but maybe not.

Not gonna lie, though, I'm excited that there will be a game four because it means I'm gonna be at a postseason baseball game next week.