Monday, August 22, 2005
Phase One
I'm back
80 hours of driving in five days. I am so tired.
At 70 mph, "99 Bottles of Pop on the Wall" will take you 19 miles from beginning to end.
Christmas songs cross language barriers and have lots of verses.
Brushing your teeth feels really good after two days without.
Kansas: One Question! Ooh Ooh! Corn.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Off
Excuse the absence. I'm off on a five and one half day trip to Texas and back. Insane. I'm not sure now, at 5am, why I thought I could do this and retain sanity. But I'm finally going to empty my storage unit and collect my things about me again. At this hour, if it wasn't for my victorian circa 1840's red velvet tufted loveseat, I would be tempted to leave it all. Oh, and my scrapbooks. And some other stuff, too. But really. 5am.
What was I thinking?
Monday, August 15, 2005
Like and unexpected song
Today. In one of the boxes I was sorting through. Was. A battery operated device. That luckily was in several plastic baggies. Because I didn't want to touch it to throw it away.
Who DONATES stuff like that?
Long Day
Ending with taking Allie and Linda, our new exchange student from Lebanon, to see Monsters, Inc in the park. Linda slept through it, being very jetlagged from her flight. Allie met up with one of her friends. Never take three teenagers to a movie is my new motto. Not if you want to hear the lines, anyway. I threatened that if they didn't shut up I'd never take them anywhere again, and I'm the only one with a drivers license.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Math for Fun
Several hours of research on prime numbers and slogging through a College Level Algebra/Geometry/Trigonometry book. And one call to a friend of the family who also happens to be a Professor at UW to try and understand Eberhart's Hypothesis. Some luck there.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Act I, 2
I walked up to my director's door and saw yet another of her collection of bumper stickers: "Republicans for Voldemort." I was laughing as I walked up the steps.
We had a great first rehearsal. Yesterday was our first re-through (which I've always called a read through, which makes more sense in my opinion). Today Aimee and I ran our first sister catfight, which went well. Especially brilliant were the between scene banter that we had going. The director was relieved the we understood our parts well enough to keep up the running commentary. Aimee had spent a great deal more time researching motivation and beats. I, having been around people who won't take no for an answer and push, push, puss, felt I had plenty of life experience in acting defensive.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Roadkill
I was having a conversation with Nancy this evening, who is also my manager. We often talk shop at 11pm because we don't have time for a debrief during the insanity of our normal day. Tonight, while discussing special pickups by our donations crew, this conversation occurred:
Nancy: "It has to go through Faye because I never know when the trucks will be in use, or there will be too many pickups that day, or a food emergency might come up."
Me: "Oh, you mean like a semi drops off an entire load of green beans (it happens, people)?"
Nancy: "More like if the forest ranger calls us about fresh roadkill so we can send the truck up with people to get it."
Me: "We eat roadkill? That explains the "mystery meat" in the fridge."
Nancy: "Oh yeah, we have guys that go up for fresh meat, skin it, chop it up right there, and then we have a butcher in town who will process it right away at a moment's notice. That's where most of our hamburger and stew meat come from."
Me: "Hmm....so, what about the steelhead in the freezer?"
I'm guessing he was too slow.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Sometimes the Customer isn't right
I tried to close the store at the regular time. No one was leaving. I did all the shut down proceedures, then wandered around flashing lights, darkening rooms that no one was in, asking people if they were ready to ring up, etc. What do I get?
"I just found the kids clothes way there in the back, but I couldn't shop because it was too dark to see anything."
Right.
Headshot alteration
They just stopped by to pick up my headshot to turn into the program covers and posters to advertize Proof. How bizarre it's going to be to see my watercolor face all over the place...
I wonder what it feels like for those models who do covers for bodice-ripping romance novels.