Monday, June 28, 2004

Fed Up

That's it, I'm going to get lunch. Rarrrgh.

More horrible blogness

Frustrated! Blogger doesn't support any recent comment functions that I can find. And my picture is not converting from tif. Hours later I'm right where I started.

Blogger stuff

I have been online for hours trying to upload a picture into my sidebar. Also, I'm trying to find the code for a most recent comments function in my sidebar. Now I'm trying to convert an image from tif to something else that will upload into imagehosting and then somehow I'll get it into my blog. I know just enough to modify my template and colors, but not enought to do otherwise than keep plugging away by trial and error. I'm getting frustrated.

700

This is my 700th blog. Pretty cool!

I have the day off today. I have to call around and make sure all the letters of recommendation I've been begging have made it in the mail. Wycliffe will be making a decision at the end of this week. I should hear back from Houston shortly afterwards. The suspense is nagging.

I sang last night. One of the ladies in the bar apparently has something to do with LA Opera. Of course, there are lots of people who have *something to do* with lots of places. I hate to be cynical, but not everyone is discovered in some out of the way place and boosted to instant success.

I intend to bum about today, practice some, and do more bumming. Maybe weed my garden. Boy I wish I had something more profound to blog.

Thursday, June 24, 2004

Samaritan's Purse

Speaking of...nothing like this, actually. But We're only 5 months away from the last week possible to make your Christmas Shoeboxes. Anyone who has never worked with Operation Christmas Child really ought to. They send packages of toiletries, toys, coloring books, etc oveseas to children who would not otherwise have gifts at christmas. Teri Peterson and I did the program in high school for several years. Think ahead next time you are at Walmart or Costco. Appropriate additions include toothbrushes, washcloths, soap, toothpaste, hairclips, things like that. If you can buy them in bulk and split the items between various boxes, it'll save you some money in the long run. Not that saving money should be your main goal, but we found planning ahead means you could make an extra shoebox or two. And if you're really inspired, why not work with your church to be collection site. The information is on their website. Go check it out. It's a good way to use your surplus tithe!
False alarm. I heard back from the guy who recommended me. He spoke to the director of Marry Me, A Little. He hired someone else yesterday. I'm disappointed, and relieved. The show opens in a week, and runs for four. I don't know how I would have done Drea's wedding and be on call for a show the same night. Just kidding Drea, of course I wouldn't have left your wedding....maybe the reception...

On the positive side, it was very nice to be recommended. And they're "keeping me in mind" for next time. Whatever that means!

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Ok, another one!


Dave Barry



by Fish 42



At the end of the Council of Elrond, everyone concluded that 'Shards of Narsil' would be a great name for a band.

I have very little to blog about...but five posts away from my 700th blog, so I'm filling up space. I popped over to this site courtesy of the Elfin Ethicist. The site is "what if LOTR was written by someone else." I really like the Douglas Adams examples, Jane Austin, and C.S. Lewis. The Dickens one is very clever. And this one:

Friends: The One with the Ring.


by AckThud


Frodo Bing: Could we BE in any more peril? Mt. Doom is SO much further than Tulsa!


JoeWise: Don't worry, Mr. Frodo, I'm sure it'll be fine, so long as they have sandwiches there. Besides, we got this guide helping out here. Hey, How you doin'?


SmeaGellar: Um, ittttt burnsssssssssssss, like, I could help, but um.....there's this thing...my precioussssssssss...I, uhhhhh.....


Frodo Bing: Could you FORM a complete sentence?


Elsewhere:


Tom Phoebedil:


SmeaGellar, SmeaGellar,
Why are they torturing you?



SmeaGellar, SmeaGellar,
It's not your fau-au-aullllt!!!!

Oh,and this one..


Gilbert and Sullivan


by Zanzibar


I am the very model of the modern magus Mithrandir

I fought the Balrog in the chasm and was his extinguisher

I know who is the king to be and all Middle Earth's history

As well as all the lin-e-age that makes up Strider's ancestry

I ride upon the mearas that is known to you as Shadowfax

And fight Saruman's tyranny by leading Rohan in attacks

For guidance information about messing with a palantír

I am the very model of the modern magus Mithrandir


Another busy day in the "Waggin' Tongue." (actually overheard: "That's not the way you spell that." "It's a PUN!") I've made over a hundred dollars a day the last two. If I keep this up, I might have a good pay period. I could use it! The starving artist phase of existance is fast approaching!

I got in trouble today. There's usually an hour or two of dead between the lunch rush and afternoon cocktails. I started bringing a book to work, which is ok with three of my four managers, but really makes the fourth mad. She went through my cart, found my book, and sent me home to put it away. I'll not make that mistake again.

There is a new bellman at work who is really on fire. He came to get a soda on his rounds and was telling me that he's having trouble talking with people about truth when, 1) they don't believe it exists, 2) they don't accept the Bible as the basis for living, and 3) if they do believe in truth, it is considered relative. We discussed how "truth" by definition must be absolute. Now he stops by two or three times a day instead of once. If only he knew that I have to wear my extra-large cross necklace at work, under my uniform. Having it wacking me about the midsection reminds me to be charitable...or that's the theory at least. I have 1 Corinthians 13 taped to the bar, but I still find Charity in short supply. Patience is in short supply, and I struggle not to be rude to abominable customers. Rarrgh. Confessions of a bartender...

Well, I've been sitting by my phone for 24 hours hoping that director will call. I hate playing this game. I don't have the number of the guy who recommended me, to ask what's up. This business is weird.