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Sunday, May 18th, 2008
filkertom
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1:08p
My Life Is Complete
I have heard Garrison Keillor use the word "suckfest" on national radio. :)
What's your favorite regular part of A Prairie Home Companion? I love the Guy Noir stuff in small doses, a lot of the fake ads (the Ketchup Council stuff is amazingly fun and disturbing), and any version of "Powder Milk". And when Robin and Linda Williams show up as "Mavis and Marvin Smiley", hawking a new bluegrass album, it's freakin' gold.
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rivka
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12:04p
I just walked out of church in the middle of the service because there was a child dedication for an infant and I suddenly found that I couldn't handle it at all.
This is all part of the process. I know that. But you know what? The process SUCKS.
I do, at least, have awesome friends at church. One of whom followed me out of the service and one of whom just happened to be walking bythe portico at the right moment. Thank heavens for awesome friends, because right now I don't have a whole lot else to hold on to.
This really, really bites.
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nex0s
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11:50a
BPAL BPAL BPAL!!!
The next act of Carnaval Diabolique. FINALLY!!!
Notes for what I want and how.
( Cut for the obsessed. )
Today, I've decided to put up all my extra bottles on ebay. It's bad timing as there was just this HUGE update - but I really shouldn't wait anymore. No matter what, it's always bad timing. Anything I can recoup is a goodness. Better out there in the world than sitting in my (cool, dark) closet.
So, the damage isn't too bad. Only three bottles off the bat - and three bottles of general catalog for ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) midnightstation (which he'll reimburse me for).
midnightstation has a photoshoot. I think I'll shower, and then take a walk with BPAL bottles and find a nice wifi connection and upload my (50 or so) bottles up to ebay. I may even get rid of some backstock... Maybe. I have like 5 bottles of Pirate Moon...
N.
current mood:  excited
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ladywench
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7:03a
Blast from the Past
A week or two ago, I was browsing ebay (a dangerous occupation) and I found a 4 DVD collection of Shakespeare. It contained all the plays I'd recently bee wishing I could see a version of (didn't care whose) and had several names I knew - Kenneth Brannagh, Ian McKellan, Judi Dench, Anton Lesser . . . "Anton Lesser?" I hear you cry, "who the hell is Anton Lesser?"
I read that name and responded with "OOohhh!! Anton Lesser!! I know him!! I do!!! I LIKE him!! Wait . . . who the hell IS he?" I watched the movie yesterday, and I recognized him without cheating. I KNEW I knew him, and even thought I knew from WHERE. But that was ONE show, in 1989. Granted, I fell for him immediately. But I NEVER remember names or faces, and I saw him on stage, not even a close up. Couldn't have been.
I went to IMDB and looked him up . . . no dice. Then, I googled his name and the name of the play I loved him in - Richard III. Bingo. I even found copies of the souvenir photos I had bought of him (still have, somewhere). Of course, it helped that the movie was done within a year of the play I saw him in, but still. Nearly 20 years, gone in an instant.
And yes, I liked him just as much in this role (Lester, the fool, in Twelfth Night) as when he was Richard III.
current mood: bemused
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brynndragon
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1:24a
The Joys of Grad School
Ah, the decisions of a student: keep studying for comps because I am on a roll or get to bed so I don't screw up my sleep schedule for comps on Monday. I think I'll keep going until I finish what I'm currently working on (only two channels left to fill out the command chart and contraindications table) and decide from there.
I am so happy right now - this is exactly what I want to be doing. I can't help but wonder if the NADA Protocol treatment I got today is helping with both the roll and the mood. Hmm. . .
current mood:  pleased
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(Blert!) Saturday, May 17th, 2008
rivka
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10:00p
The birth of Mary Sue.
Alex narrated a little piece of Mary Sue self-insertion fanfic this morning, complete with dialogue markers. It began like this:
"Hi, I'm Alex," I said. "I'm a new friend in Miss Frizzle's class."
As tends to be the case with Mary Sues, there wasn't much of a plot. When you're a student in Ms. Frizzle's class, and Ms. Frizzle is your teacher, apparently all you need to do to enjoy the story is to revel in the coolness of the situation. But there was a suggestion of a hint of a plot in this bit, which was my favorite part:
[...] "Wait!" said the children. "Didn't you go to Leo's party?"
"No," said Miss Frizzle. "I went to Alex's party, and she gave me a present."
"Wow!" said the children. "Wow!"
I think Alex has a long career ahead of her on fanfiction.net.
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nex0s
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8:03p
Mexican Chocolate Stout: BREWED
FINALLY. I've only meant to brew this since.... last year sometime. *sigh*
It's in the fermenter. Will pitch yeast in a.m.
Off to an art opening! LA!
N.
current mood:  accomplished
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filkertom
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12:27p
Sen. Ted Kennedy Hospitalized
Possibly a stroke. Get well soon, Senator. For those politically inclined, AmericaBlog informs us that, "... if for any reason Kennedy were to step down from his post, the Democratic Governor, Deval Patrick, would appoint a replacement. So control of the Senate isn't in question here."
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purpleprimate
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12:10a
l'esprit d'escalier
Earlier this week, I downloaded Death Cab for Cutie's latest album, Narrow Stairs. It's quite good, although I think I liked Transatlanticism more. That's a high hurdle to clear, however, and Narrow Stairs is worth a listen.
I downloaded the album because I'd heard "I Will Possess Your Heart" on the radio and promptly got the song stuck in my head for a week.
My favorite song on the album is perhaps an odd choice: "Your New Twin Size Bed".
( Embedded audio and lyrics: Death Cab For Cutie: Your New Twin Size Bed )
This song could have been written about the moment I decided to break up with the ex. The song has made me cry, not because the song is sad (it isn't at all, really) or because I'm remembering sad times (although I am) but because I'm so happy to be so very far away from that moment and that person I was and that person who caused me so much pain.
The breakup happened the night I first saw his second apartment after he'd moved in, about eleven months after I'd arrived in Chicago. I sat on his new bed (he'd discarded or left behind the futon, and I'd insisted on helping him pick out his new mattress, yet another one of my desires he didn't understand) and I looked at my reflection in his mirrored closet doors. I saw I didn't belong, that no space had been made for me, that no space had ever been made. I asked him if he was happy with me. I don't remember what he said, but is wasn't "yes", so I left the apartment and the relationship and the city and all of it.
The past few weeks, I've been feeling very smart and very strong and very loved and very proud, but this silly little song reminds me of a time when I was none of those things. The disparity is stark and overwhelming, and I think that is why the song effected me so strongly.
current music: Death Cab for Cutie - "Your New Twin Sized Bed"
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(Blert!) Friday, May 16th, 2008
saoba
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3:08p
It's 93 degrees. Just up the Valley Salem broke its record high for the day- beating out the 90F recorded in 1922.
The forecast high for Tuesday is 63. We're having a bit of a roller coaster spring.
I woke up while grillghod was getting ready for work. Then I did a few chores while the house was still more or less cool, made myself breakfast and tucked myself into one of the papasan chairs for a nice nap. I've figured out which windows to open and which curtains to draw to maximize air flow without heating the house up further. It's still 80.4 in here. The afternoon has been devoted to pushing fluids and lolling. I was raised in the South, I am a champion class lollist.
(No, it's an older home in the Pacific Northwest, there is no central air. So, tomorrow we'll look at maybe another fan or two just in time for it to start cooling back down for a little while.)
The little neighbor in the little studio is presently making runs from the ex boyfriend's apartment to here, getting her belongings together to move back to Kalispell. She's planning to leave on Sunday. No more barky little dog, yay. Also no more issues with failure to police up after her pet. I consider this a net gain.
current mood:  lazy
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filkertom
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6:11p
Just A Joke
About shooting a presidential candidate. In case any of you still thought Huckabee was, y'know, a nice folksy guy or something. At least his NRA audience didn't laugh. Jayzus, please let Huckabee be on the ticket with McSame.
ETA: Hm. Huckabee gets back a few points for having the good sense to apologize. More, to do so by actually apologizing for the remarks being offensive, rather than the all-too-common ploy of apologizing if some people found them offensive. But, as someone in the comments on that thread points out early on, the idea of saying "I was wrong to say it in the first place" seems to have escaped him.
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mass_steam
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5:34p
Tickets for Mischief in the Machine ON SALE NOW!
our 'media blitz' isn't really starting until next week, but i thought i'd give you an advance heads up because i think y'all are going to like this. ;)
Mischief in the Machine: a Circus Folktale
May 30, 31 & June 1
"Through our signature blend of live music, theater & circus arts, Mischief in the Machine tells a tale of the re-emergence of hope in a dilapidated world where everyday life has been crushed under an oppressive regime of silence. The story follows a haphazard hero who uses playfulness and absurdity to rally a misfit resistance.
Mischief in the Machine is an adult theatrical-style circus performance, which includes acrobatics, aerial performance, dance, and an all-original musical score composed and performed by Emperor Norton's Stationary Marching Band.
Due to mature themes and imagery, Mischief in the Machine is recommend for ages 16+."
BU Dance Theater
915 Commonwealth Avenue
Entrance on Buick Street
General Admission: $25
Students/Seniors/Artists/Performers: $20
Tickets on sale now!
tickets@ensmb.com
Call 617.358.2500
We're still getting the finer points of our ticketing worked out, so Please Please PLEASE be certain to indicate which show (FRI SAT or SUN) you are purchasing tickets for.
( paypal buttons behind the cut )
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4:35p
Pro Valore
New Canadian Victoria Cross unveiled
I'm pleased to see they're going to be using the bronze from the Russian cannon captured during the Crimean war, mixed with Canadian metals, to make these. Hopefully not many will be awarded, or need to be awarded.
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3:07p
Hey y'all! Watch this!
Man dies in spitting contest
...the 29-year-old man took a run-up from inside the room so he could spit further, but lost his balance and plummeted 6.4m to the street below.
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mass_steam
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1:55p
Somerville!
Greetings, my Massachusettesean steam-breathren.
I don't live in Mass, but a friend of mine does, and he works for the Somerville paper. After the nice steampunk articles in the Globe and the Phoenix, I poked at him and joked, "When are you guys going to run a steampunk article? All the cool papers are doing it." His reply was that there IS no steampunk in Somerville. Mr. Jake von Slatt has been kind enough to point out this, the blog of a Somerville man who is creating "a Jules Vernian analog synthesizer with etched brass control panels." I am curious as to what else is out there.
Any other steampunk enthusiasm in Somerville?
current mood:  curious
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3:13p
Wade, 1997-2008
http://sailorjim.net/wordpress/?p=891 Our Milk Wader has left us.
I remember him as a hyperactive kitten, exactly the wrong type of critter to try and smuggle into married quarters on campus, but Dian and I had been catless for a little over a year and we badly needed feline guidance. We found a little black kitten that looked like it’d been wading through a small pool of milk; his belly, ruff, and all four paws were snowy white. He also had a little white triangle on his face, with the base under his chin and the point halfway up his nose.
His name, he informed us, was “Wades through milk to defeat enemies,” but he was willing to answer to “Wade.”
He was the first cat I knew that made a habit of crossing his front legs every time he laid down, as if going for a cool look. In his adulthood, he was judgemental, aloof, and slightly disgusted by the actions of his fellow cats. Dian liked to say that he just had a very good grasp of self, of who and what he was. I’d always reply, “Yeah … Lord and Master of all he surveys.”
He was with us for eleven wonderful years. We were very lucky to have this little strange person in our lives and we will miss him very much.
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