Ride home from the airport taken care of, thank you Stacia for the fandoozleing and the lovely Benjamin Laurence for the driving. Everyone should tell them how great they are. You guys are great.
I am now the proud owner of a (drumroll please) IDAHO STATE DRIVERS LICENSE!!! (thank you, thank you). Of couse, the DMV is always a 2 trip ordeal, but Its now taken care of. Stage one of the "obtain a WA state I.D. in the most complicated way possible" is complete. I told you I'd do it well over 9 months ago when I was almost trapped on the Canada Ferry, and now it is done. I hope everyone can feel a little sense of achievement in this. I certainly do.
I like the pleats in this skirt, and I like my kneesocks. They're kind of reassuring. I can always say, "Well, I still have my kneesocks."
Everyone please click your heels together three times for Tim, and repeat the phrase "2 weeks is too long, 2 weeks is too long". Just do it, because someday--your pinball table will be tilted, too.
Im going to bed to prepare for the storming of Idaho thrift stores tomorrow to take advantage of the crippled economy. Love you all.
Christmas day came and went. My parents granted my wishes for a power screwdriver with drill capacities, and the typewriter thats been downstairs for seven years. (its blue, and it carries like a briefcase.) I also received several other things that I really appreciate -that they wanted to give me things-, but I would have appreciated the thought more. The ugliest luggage ever, a 50 piece set of drill bits (what am I supposed to do with 50 drill bits? I just wanted to hang picures and fix sets during shows...) A cookbook holder--this is really funny if you've experienced my culinary skills, and last, but certainly not least...a "Fifty States commerative Quarters" set. I love my parents with all my heart, but commerative quarters? Ill stop my ungrateful complaining now, and think about how fantastic my life is, and how much I have to give thanks for.
I hope everybody had a good holiday with plenty of great stories to tell me. I really, really need a ride home from the airport now, seeing as how i have rec'd the heaviest and bulkiest presents ever...
So we had the big family get together and go to church with the nine kids thing today. In the course of one hour, there were 2 bloody noses, one cowboy whoop during a prayer, a flying plastic whale, and 4 trips to the drinking fountain. I love my neices and nephews, but after coming into town at 3, and getting up at nine, I was tired. I am tired.
I went for a walk around the neighborhood tonight. Its amazing how dark and quiet it is. There are no streetlamps, and everyone goes to bed here around 10. It was peaceful, and somehow alarming at the same time.
I sang my mom a song I wrote, and she replied with the usual, "Thats nice, honey". I wish I could just stop trying to tell her anything about my life, because she tends to respond with 3 word sentences, one after another. Its similar to hear her talk about a hamburger. it was nice, it was good, I liked it.
I dont know what I think Im expecting, but I guess my expectations are wrong.
Merry Christmas, everyone. I am now the proud owner of a from my sister. If anyone can pick me up from the airport on Wednesday, PLEASE email or call (sonya_walker@hotmail.com, 000-000-0000) Ill repay the favor somehow.
Hey folks. Im in Idaho here. Thats right. I said Idaho.
I'm so uncomforatble here. Not like being in constant pain, or anything of the sort, just a constant kind of carsick feeling.
I forgot to bring a jacket. Everything is covered in snow, and I cant sleep. I cant go anywhere 1: because I wont have a license till Tuesday, and 2: because there's nowhere to go.
Perhaps things will look better in the morning. What the hell are people thinking when they sign up with AOL?
I suckered out halfway through the day yesterday and went home. Ive got to tell you, sometimes, its the best thing you can do. I got all the laundry done without wanting to kill any of my neighbors, I watched Pokemon, and I slept all afternoon.
Jonah Weston made a suprise appearance at my house last night for a little while. If my life were a sitcom, he'd be one of those characters who came on 2 or 3 times a season to spice up an episode. I love that kid.
The whole world is in town this week. Chloe is meeting me at 5:00 tonight, so Ill be able to see her for a few hours, and Stacia will be in town for the next week and a half. With Jonah here, we could put up several different productions in under 20 minutes, and we can hand-jive *anyone* under the table.
Triscuits are not for nibblers.
Today is one of those days I should have listened to myself when I said I shouldnt go to work in the morning. The lady I work under offered to let me go home today, but I opted to stay, mostly becuase I will have to take a week off next week, and funds are already pretty tight.
Uh oh. Couples in matching sportswear outfits at 10:00. Ive gotta go.
Theres a guy who works for the construction company that is redoing our building who looks exactly like a garden knome. He has a big fuzzy red beard with bushy eyebrows to match. He wears bright yellow suspenders and a red hard hat. I bet somebody took one look at him and said, "Hey, we should make him ceramic and put him near the petunias"
In news not related to yard decor, I went bowling with Jonas and Alisha last night. Many people were invited, but it turned out to be just the three of us, rockin it at the sunset bowl in Ballard. Jonas kicked our asses two games in a row, but I won the final round. All in all, our fellow bowlers were much more interesting than the game. We played a few rounds of "Is he a hipster, or is that an accident?", and departed. Jonas makes me want to do something with my life.
Alisha and I went to Gillian Jorgensen's. We drank cocoa and baileys and cut out snoflakes and talked about debilitating diseases, and whether we would commit suicide if we were terminally ill. It was a lot more fun than it sounds. Alisha and I made some pretty ugly and fally aparty snowflakes, though.
In closing, a special message to anyone who's somewhere they dont want to be. Southwest airlines will sell you a round trip ticket to anywhere they fly for $198. Its okay to leave.
Hello?... Weblog? What is the matter with you? Have I not treated you well?
I told a little story about bread yesterday, but then I started doing something else and it went away, as so many of my stories do. Nonetheless, I am trying to eat less of it, --bread...that is. Winter and bread and chocolate and love make a body fat, and this simply will not do. I cant really cut the winter out of my life, and I dont think cutting the lovey heart squeezeness out will help, the chocolate is an accident most of the time, so its going to be the bread that has to go. What the hell do you eat if you dont eat bread, though?
Where is everyone these days?
This week is supposed to contain the shortest day of the year.
That sounds like it should be a good thing, right? Like you should be able to go home early and do some knitting, or some telephoning, or maybe just taking an early nap, but instead, it means the sun wont be out when you wake up, and it wont be out when you leave work...and chances are, you wont do anything at all.
Memosa's Memosa's Memosa's. Everyone here seems ot drink an awful lot.
Alisha just got a new job, Hooray! Tim left for Cali today as well, for what may end up being a very long stay. I hope that good fun will occur to make the time with mom and pop worthwhile.
My mom called the Idaho DMV for me, and she said they are only closing for christmas day. Poor government employed individuals, or amazon employed individuals. Everyone should be able to take some time to think about the cold.
Its always this time of year that I start thinking about throwing a big party, and then moving without telling anyone. Or maybe going into a coma for a few weeks. Either one would be pretty refreshing.
It got really dark at 2:30 today, I thought the sun had already gone down. I resolved myself to the dark drippy dank and downtrodden day of email banter and minestrone soup. At around 3:45, the sky turned from a super 8 black and white to a sulfuric yellow, as if a yellow bulb had been turned on in a gold carpeted room. I waited for a rainbow, but it never came, and the sky sunk back into darkness before I could show anyone what had happened.
Sometimes I think the world puts on little shows just for me. Thank you, world, I am watching.
More tales of tremendous stupidity.
We had a really large house for a Wednesday night last night. A big group of high schoolers showed up (something like 13), there was a hyper active 11 year old who had to leave before the second act, one of our Annex Staff members and her 6 year old actor son, and others. You'd think that one of these groups would be the trouble makers, wouldnt you? Nope, it was the super-sloshed mid life crisis-ers with the new digital camera. I dont know about you folks, but I understand that it is not appropriate to go to a gallery show and take pictures of the art without the artists permission...or anyones permission for that matter. We stopped them in the process at the halfway point of having digitally captured the entire room. Youd think theyd have the good sense to put the damned thing away. Nope, they lolligag in the lobby for a good 5 minutes after the lights have been flashed until I tell them to go and sit down or leave. So they pass by the big "NO FLASH, PERFECT PITCH, VIDEO OR PHOTOGRAPHY ALLOWED" sign and slop down in their seats.
I assume this is the end of it, and I am wrong.
Drunken date immediatly whips out the new toy and starts looking at the set through it, the lights havent gone down yet, so I can let this slide, I guess. The lights go down, and we enter the shadow puppetry section. The Crazy fucks start taking pictures. Within 2 minutes, they are using the flash, and I am in the booth spitting battery acid and breathing fire. I finally sent my spot operator to find the artistic director (bret fetzer, wonder boy!). Bret climbs up the back of the risers to where the assfaces are sitting and lays down the law. They stop the photography, but they have lost all control of their vocal functions, because they start responding to the actors. Ive given up.
The show went well, otherwise. The fin' of the shinannigans was the drunken date falling down the risers into the arms of one of the actors, giving her a kiss and telling her how much she enjoyed the show.
So the moral of the story is: Be polite, ask permission, and dont drink so much at performances.
WAYS TO ASTOUND A GENETICIST: Part One
1: tell them that you can find something on the internet. (especially phone numbers or zip codes)
2: Send a fax
3:Do more than one thing at a time.
And the snow gods just keep changing their minds.
Big fat flakes, then nothing for 10 mins, then more flakes, more nothing. Theres already been an accident. Snow seems to induce panic and retardation in driving skills here.
Speaking of driving, I am going to try and get an Idaho license when I go to my parents house next week. I know, I know... Ive been saying Im going to get a license for over a year, but I really think Im going to do it this time. Place your bet with your local bookie.
Of all the atrocities.
Last night, I found out that my father supports GW Bush. How I could have come from such seed, I may not tell. There's no place to turn for logic anymore.
Apparently, if Clinton hadnt had an affair with an *employee*, my father would have been Pro Gore. Yeah, -I dont really get it, either.
Where are my parents, where is the guy whos supposed to be picking up these keys, and what the hell is wrong with hotmail?
I was really hoping to talk to my poppa today, because he has a way of making totally nonsensical things sound sensible, and nothing is really making sense. Not in an emotionally draining way, but in a 'I cant figure out why that lightbulb would just pop open like that' or 'Why are the rats only chewing on one kind of electrical cable?" way.
Ive been trying to get at my hotmail account all day, and msn just aint havin' it. I guess Ill just sit here, being polite.
Holy cow, do I feel guilty.
I had a date with Gilly last night to see "In Real Life" at the Rep. So we went, the show was great, we ran into the entire Seattle area theater community, we went home. When I arrived at the humble abode, there were two messages on my answering machine. To my horror, they were from the paper job, wondering where I was. I tend to forget that I have that job on occasion, but I have never just abandoned a shift. Rabid paper shoppers in an understaffed store, trying to buy engraved 100% cotton paper products before Christmas. Thats just not the kind of karma I need right now.
Its been a rather busy morning at the genetics factory. It seems my internal thought filters are turning themselves off when I get busy, so I find myself saying things like "Well I guess thats too bad, Hmm?" to people who probably shouldnt be told that. I tend to get stage managing and reception desk mixed up, the only real difference between them is that stage management doesnt require me to be polite.
Ah well, I suppose it will do them good in the long run.
Briefly, but terribly important.
A man with a cat on his head just walked down the street. The man was a guitar player, the cat was a siamese, and I am still a lowly receptionist with a sidewalk view.
Ive been lashing out in my sleep lately, and I think my dreams are stealing all of my creativity, and perhaps, all of my skills in spelling and grammar. This has become clearly manifest not only in the dribble Ive produced here, but in the holiday cards Ive been trying to write lately. So if you get a card that says something like "Hav a fun time on youre Crhismass", just let it slide this year, alright?
Paul Budraitis' going away party was last night. Paul is one of the few people on the earth under 35 that still consistently carries a handkerchief, so I did some embroidery, made some deviled eggs, and went to say goodbye. Its strange, how entire years can wrap themselves up in under two weeks. It seems like every unanswered question has sealed itself, every lingering angst has manifest itself fullly, and then shriveled at my feet. Im hoping that when the show closes, my jaw will unclench, and the panic-stricken rages of my sleep will stop. Its not as bad as it sounds, of course, but Id like to get back to my regularly scheduled program of subtle indifference. (or at least back to fooling myself into that)
Theres this guy who walks down Olive every day in a fuzzy and slightly comical russian styled hat, a long brown overcoat, and fishing boots. He has a large brown beard to match, and I really want to know where he's going.
I went to work at my mall job today, I only go there about once every week or two, and Ive decided that most people who ask questions dont really want me to answer them, they just want to be told that they are right. Thats fine, because I know nothing about that job, and I lie to people about the products an awful lot. None the less, its pretty easy to do a job you dont know anything about if you dont really care about the people you are trying to sell things to. This is sounding bad.
Last night, after our show was over and the late night hadnt started yet, I went out to try and talk people into coming to the show. I run into this guy in a blue polyester suit, white silk shirt and ascot with the shirt unbuttoned to expose a patch of curly chest hair lovingly encompassing a gold chain. I started talking about the show and he goes, "Yeah, so, uh....are you alone?" Danger. i tell him that Im with a group of people I spot across the street. He nods, and shakes his hips a little and says, "Yeah, well, if youll be there, Im there"
I get the hell out of there.
I go back to the theater about 20 mins later, and I sit at the box office where Gillian, Matt and I are selling tickets. Mr polyester saunters up, looking confused, and asks what kind of show this is. Gillian explains. He looks at me, on Matts lap, taping a sign together, and says "Oh, Um...Oh. I guess....well....maybe not tonight"
and leaves. Poor sucker thought he was getting porn. Nobody appreciates art anymore...
Tim got me thinking about doing nothing, (not to say that Tim does nothing) and how people who do nothing support each other in that nothingness. Since my job requires about a fourth of the time I end up spending here, nothing has become a big part of my life. Thus, the blog was born.
In other news, I witnessed 2 half naked people making out and onr bare ass within one block and 2 minutes of each other. I am not afraid to say "I look in strangers windows". People are interesting, but certain rules must be obeyed.
1: Look, dont watch. (big difference between the two)
2: do not make contact with the observed party
3: do not make your visits a habit.
Its kind of like going to a nature park. The beast in its natural habitat.
The Ebeneezer cycle is going to close next weekend. I hope I dont drive anyone crazy when my obsessive control outlet is taken away from me. Its been over a year since Ive been without a show.
I know about the apostrophes, and I know about the spelling atrocities, too.
Before I go and write myself silly again, I am going to practice this a little. man, I just sneezed a sneeze that could have won a war for a small country.