Sunday, September 26, 2004
blog that albatross
had billy bibbit for dinner tonight at cookoo's.
now for dessert.
perchance erik is leaving now. he's become that guy that has just stayed too long.
Saturday, September 25, 2004
tattoos and things
i am absolutly convinced that
the golden spiral wants to be a tattoo on my back. it would peak out a little, and only the very smartest people would ask to see the rest of it.
Friday, September 24, 2004
i've started a small collection of signs that jolt my funny bone. this hysterically practical one was in logan's einstein's.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
my cryptic ordinary life...
is always punctuated with extremes.
take my two favorite movies of the moment:
hot space babe cult classic,
BARBARELLA
and awesome underground evidence of 911 conspiracy,
911 IN PLANE SITE
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
my favorite boy band
Monday, September 20, 2004
home sweet home
i'm back.
i lost a few things, though.
a fuzy blue sock- some paperwork- my sanity- you get the idea.
but i did adopt a new mantra, thanks to kevin doyle...
so i'll leave you with it, as i try to sort through my piles of dirty rehearsal clothes.
RED IS BLUE!
Saturday, September 18, 2004
last night in logantown
i'm the only person that knows where the moon went...
Friday, September 17, 2004
what i like best about being awake for 24 hours
annoying piano-tuner hangover 10am
moistening (not mopping) the stage 10am
baby black pug 12pm
kevin brings ann bogart to cafe ibis 12.30 pm
hemp twine 1pm
photo services 2pm
le beau's 3pm
trampoline session 4pm
tj becomes Crabby Appleton 6pm
the premiere! 8pm
siti party in paradise 10pm-5am
almost burning my panties in the outdoor firepit...PRICELESS
for everything else, there's mastercard!
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
is this entry punctuated correctly?
i'm going to photo services today, to order pictures of mulch, and then to the dairy to get some soup. ah good times.
i have to say it was strange walking through the hall outside the morgan theatre and seeing a picture of me in dangerous liasons. besides reminding me how nancy always wanted to put me in pink, i felt a small swelling of importance. (you're there too, annette, so feel free to swell.)
i'm reading this militant book on punctuation called
eats, shoots and leaves. i can't believe this thing was a runnaway hit in england. but then again i can't believe a lot of things: mainly this recent epidemic of bad backs- bruce? erik? anyone else? god, you'd think the two of you made money on them. dirty gigilos.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
death and the married girl
death has a way of sneaking up on us. it certainly had a way of sneaking up on my childhood friend yesterday when her husband was killed in a tragic (is there any other kind?) work accident involving a forklift.
read the OBIT. (under cody jones)
now i've just finished
this book about immortality and am half way through
this book tj recommended when i told him about the death that snuck up on me yesterday.
they're both a good way to laugh at the reaper.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
Principia Discordia
all in all a slow sunday in logantown.
lunch consisted of a whole lotta beets (a personal expiriment, really) followed by a spontanteous trip to ross, dress for less, whereupon i walked into phil, who was shopping for ceramic pineapples for his new sister-in-law who apparently "has a thing for pineapples."
we play catch up and eat a half ripe pomegranite in tj's uncles farmhouse, he eats the seeds one by one much like he puts a razor cut of ketchup on each french fry.
i'm glad some things don't change.
{real quick highlights of last night's drunken debacle:
music jam, frank writes lyrics to a new song, "jiggleypoof", meowing,
and of course, the universal unsung reply to thom's realization "i'm drunk"
"no shit, sherlock!"}
Anyway, has anyone heard of Discordianism?
Discordianism has been described as both an elaborate joke disguised as a religion, and a religion disguised as an elaborate joke. It has also been described as a religion disguised as a joke disguised as a religion.
Currently i'm absorbed in the foundational text of Discordianism,
Principia Discordia.
other than that,
tj is tired of calling me weird.
and nick is tired of tj calling me werid.
i'm just glad football season has started because it puts the boys into a sorta christmasy mood and they stop picking on me for a few hours.
Friday, September 03, 2004
horse eyes, SITI, and cookoo's, oh my!
if you haven't seen
equus yet, shame on your head! joe and damon kick serious horse's ass.
so i'm leaving for awhile, running away with t.j. for a two week course with
siti. my legs are already aching.
and when i come back i'm jumping right into CCSN's production of
one flew over the cookoo's nest. which promises to be an adventure in insanity with jim, tony, bob, and of course, juicy.
anyway, peace out my vegas men, til the 19th,
e.
{see ya soon logan boys!}
Thursday, September 02, 2004
snakes.
last night i had another nightmare. i was at my mom's house, going outside onto the patio surrounded by woods. i saw a little black and red snake looking at me and decided to back right into the house. then all of a sudden it sprang toward my leg and bit me. and not just bit me, bit me and bit me and bit me. i panicked, i screamed, i stumbled into the house looking for someone to get it off of me. my leg started going numb. i had my cell phone in my hand and called 911, all the while suffering this terrifing pain of the snake still biting me. i waited for the phone to pick up but it kept ringing and ringing. finally, i'm about to faint and a woman says "hello 911" and i tell her i have been biten by a snake and now can't feel my legs, and she tells me not to prank call the police.
that's all i remember.
i woke up feeling uneasy. do i or do i not have the power to save myself? just a thought.
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