Getting there...
Begining to feel a bit back to normal. I'm still at the college, pretending to work, but blogging at high speed in a hotspot. I don't know if I should be insulted or flattered, but I just got my first spam comment (deleted, so don't look). That means I've arrived, right?
I knew things were begining to pick up today when I pulled into the parking lot in Iowa, and parked right next to S, who had also just arrived. She was back! Yay. Until I found out that she had a miserable time over the weekend. Then, Boss started off the day belittling her talents and contributions, and put her into a further funk. Nothing like trying to comfort and cheer up a friend to make your problems seem pretty petty. Hey, you could live in the town of Brown Willy. Of course, a bottle of Captain Morgan doesn't hurt either. Gods, this stuff is like nectar. I've been dry way too long.
I love watching a set come together. It's looking more and more like a lived in house. E and her friends are working on the trim and windows now. More like E is working, and her friends are watching. And how much Cher is too much? Looks like we're gonna find out. The beat goes on, and I got you, babe! (always makes me think of the film, Groundhog Day. Great movie.)
I now also have another debate. How long can I keep my pay rise secret from Wife? I suppose I shouldn't count my chickens 'til they're hatched. I'm not sure how much my take home will be.
(Hmmm, now it's some technocrap. Nope, still Cher. Technocher? It's just wrong. like Technosinatra! Just say no!)
I suppose I should wrap this up, and get back to finish my work. I'm putting lables on cues for a light board that doesn't exist yet. (the theatre is getting a new light board, but lacking one part, has been delayed for a week and a half now. I'm creating a show disk to just drop in and run from when it does come in. Could be opening night.) Shit, I also have to email the que list to E so she has the final list for her Book.
Maybe I'll change settings to only allow comments from Bloggers... any comments?
I knew things were begining to pick up today when I pulled into the parking lot in Iowa, and parked right next to S, who had also just arrived. She was back! Yay. Until I found out that she had a miserable time over the weekend. Then, Boss started off the day belittling her talents and contributions, and put her into a further funk. Nothing like trying to comfort and cheer up a friend to make your problems seem pretty petty. Hey, you could live in the town of Brown Willy. Of course, a bottle of Captain Morgan doesn't hurt either. Gods, this stuff is like nectar. I've been dry way too long.
I love watching a set come together. It's looking more and more like a lived in house. E and her friends are working on the trim and windows now. More like E is working, and her friends are watching. And how much Cher is too much? Looks like we're gonna find out. The beat goes on, and I got you, babe! (always makes me think of the film, Groundhog Day. Great movie.)
I now also have another debate. How long can I keep my pay rise secret from Wife? I suppose I shouldn't count my chickens 'til they're hatched. I'm not sure how much my take home will be.
(Hmmm, now it's some technocrap. Nope, still Cher. Technocher? It's just wrong. like Technosinatra! Just say no!)
I suppose I should wrap this up, and get back to finish my work. I'm putting lables on cues for a light board that doesn't exist yet. (the theatre is getting a new light board, but lacking one part, has been delayed for a week and a half now. I'm creating a show disk to just drop in and run from when it does come in. Could be opening night.) Shit, I also have to email the que list to E so she has the final list for her Book.
Maybe I'll change settings to only allow comments from Bloggers... any comments?
posted by Intothelight4now at 12:45 AM
1 Comments:
i've gotten a lot of stupid random comments this week also. there is a setting also for 'word recognition' or something like that that keeps automated blogs from commenting. i just get excited that people comment, then delete them when they are trash.
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