noises off, anyone?

Okay. (I just typed Olay...bullfighting anyone?).

I am beyond annoyed with the production Coach J and I are a part of right now. We have one week until opening night (and one week and one day until closing night) and lines STILL aren't memorized. Yes, people, STILL.

I am finishing up my other class, which means researching, writing, presenting, blah, blah, blah. I'm also moving on Saturday. And there's also a graduation to attend!

Yesterday, Coach J and I both receieved an e-mail imploring us to attend every outside-of-school-hours rehearsal from here until opening night. Yes, they are freaking out, but, um, hell-the-freak-o, what have you all been doing for the last few months? Sticking to our schedule? No. Learning lines at home? Again, no. Putting a decent amount of effort into this. Not so much.

I shouldn't be too hard, though, because there are a couple of people who have their stuff together. The costume list (by character, act and scene) was ready on time...although it was created by a director and not by the costuming people. The set is getting there. At least one of our main characters has all of her lines memorized, as far as we can tell.

However, the students have also switched out at least three parts to date. We have no idea where the lighting and sound tech is in his process. The programs might or might not be ready and they might or might not have everyone's names (actors, characters, techs) listed properly. Blocking, I think, has finally been figured out.

Well, I have an appointment so I have to stop venting/whining/rambling now. Please, keep your fingers crossed.

fish ice cream

I went to the store to buy some lunch today and I also picked up some pomegranate ice cream. Sounds good, right? I was excited about the prospect of this treat. I was, however, sadly disappointed. It tasted slightly medicinal. Also, there's fish oil -- made from anchovy and sardine -- and fish gel -- made from tilapia.

I know someone who might like to share, though.

things that make you go "hmm"...

I'm sitting here catching up on general blogosphere goodness (read Coach J's comment on my last post...hilarious). I can hear some History Channel program behind me. They are discussing the problems with space sex. I've actually never thought of this before.

Okay, back to medievally-rhetoricky stuff.

window shopping

How much of a dork does it make me that I want this cup?



Okay, I don't want this one, but I just thought it needed sharing. You're welcome. I saw this on Cake Wrecks. How disturbing is this?

as moving day approaches

I'm trying to decide, "Which things can we live without for the next five or more days?" I mean, do we really need the canisters of flour, sugar, coffee and baking soda (yes, baking soda...hi non-toxic cleaning supplies)? Probably not. Do we need paper towels or nine-tenths of our dishes. Nyeh. Do we need our underwear? Okay, so maybe I'm going a bit too far there.

So, I'm off to pack our "fancy dishes" (we got a set of four dinner plates, mugs, saucers and dessert plates at Goodwill for just under $20). Fun, fun stuff.


And, just for 'scuz. I like this song and I'm listening to Celtic Woman on PBS right now.

the beginning of the end

We had our first round of conference papers tonight. I won't comment on those, but I will dole out a bit of helpful advice. If you are about to sit through about an hour-and-a-half's worth of paper-reading and question-discussing, do not first drink about forty ounces of water.

By the time we got to the final paper, thoughts of my bladder were filling my head. "Just how big do I think my bladder has become? I think it might be pushing on all of my other internal organs and they're pushing back. How rude would it be for me to flee from the room when someone comes to the end of a page?" I sat through all of the papers, but I was extremely uncomfortable, thank you very much.

Also, I kept having stupid thoughts of body language popping up in my head. Because I had to pee so incredibly badly, I just wanted to cross my legs and my arms and squish into a ball, hoping to squeeze in all necessity to relieve myself. However, I was fighting this desire because I read somewhere (not the internet) once that crossing your arms indicates a kind of hostility. This body language indicates that you are unapproachable. Yeah. So. Not one of the readers was looking at me, but in case one might glance my way, I wanted to appear open and receptive to their topics. So, instead of scrunching up into a ball, I constantly fidgeted around in my seat, praying that someone would just read super quickly or that all of that water would miraculously evaporate. Neither happened.

Anyhow, all is well now. Ah. And this post, like just about every other, had no point.

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P.S. Congrats Mistress J!

tuning in and tuning out...

This is one of the Joan Sebastian songs Pic and I were singing to the other morning. I finally took the time to find it.



This is kind of like "There Was an Old Woman Who Swallowed a Fly" (or a whole pie).