shitmydadsays "Son, no one gives a shit about all the things your cell phone does. You didn't invent it, you just bought it. Anybody can do that."
"I hate paying bills... Son, don't say "me too." I didn't say that looking to relate to you. I said it instead of "go away."
"You worry too much. Eat some bacon... What? No, I got no idea if it'll make you feel better, I just made too much bacon."
"The baby will talk when he talks, relax. It ain't like he knows the cure for cancer and he just ain't spitting it out."
"Just pay the parking ticket. Don't be so outraged. You're not a freedom fighter in the civil rights movement. You double parked."
"You're being fucking dramatic. You own a TV and an air mattress. That's not exactly what I'd call "a lot to lose."
"It's not the gardener's job to pick up the dog shit. If you don't want to pick up the dog shit, then learn a skill like gardening."
Friday, November 6, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
We're down to 80 characters
Sigh. There are, like 80 characters in Henry IV Part 1, Part 2, and Henry V. But some of them are the same person, just with a new title, so I have to weed them out. And then I need to figure out which characters are minor and easy to cut. And then I'll still be left with too many characters, so I need to blend some, cut some, etc.
Sigh sigh sigh.
But I've got a nice little spreadsheet now. I think I've earned the right to go to bed.
Sigh sigh sigh.
But I've got a nice little spreadsheet now. I think I've earned the right to go to bed.
ohhhh i'm so sleeeepyyyyy
My new fave author.
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Yes, I should be working on my book. I am! I opened up all my files. I put on the right music. And then I sat there staring at the screen. Staaaaring... sigh. I'm so so sleepy. Sleeeeepyyyyy. But the last few nights I at least make myself work out one plot point before I go to bed.
Soooo sleeeeeepyyyyy.
There will be blood
The Curse of the Full Time Manager is starting to take effect. I'm getting that "och i'm so tired" feeling when I get home, plus the overtime here and there, here and there. Och aye! This month... Nanowrimo and FTM will battle it out for supremacy! Scaaaary.
Stratfordganza Day 3: À l fin de l'envoi je touche!
Our third day was Cyrano de Bergerac, again at the Festival Theatre. Here's the Shakespeare garden, looking a little worse for wear in this weather.
Here the Boyz discuss the merits of Cyrano, as they wait for the doors to open.
One thing that's fun about Stratford--a bit like being at a convention--is that everyone's there for the same reason, so they're all fun to talk to. Like, one day I was standing in the shop and said: "Colm Feore was so great in xyz" and the woman behind me said (gushing) "Colm Feore is great in anything!" And we were both going to see Cyrano the next day.
And at West Side Story when Gilby warned the people around us that he might break out singing, both the woman behind us and the woman in front of us said they would join him.
And at Cyrano there was a girl behind us who'd been here earlier in the summer with her mom, and had to come back and see Cyrano again with her sister. It was alll sooo chummy.
After the play we set off back to Toronto.
At the airport I got on a standby flight back home. Here we are with our last cranberry juice, at the airport.
And here we are on the city bus going home. We just finished reading our second E. Lockhart book, which was, appropriately, about kids at a theatre summer camp.
And that was the end of Stratfordganza. It was so fun, I wish I could do it every year.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Stratfordganza Day 2: Say it LOUD and there's muuusic playing!
Did I mention how Stratfordganza came about?
I met Gilby 12 years ago when the store I work at opened--he worked in the Computers department, and I was in Fiction. When his birthday came about he went dancing around the store telling everyone, which I found Veddy Amusing. So I stood at my computer and made him a birthday card. Which he found Veddy Amusing. And so we became friends.
He was this Ayn Rand loving, philosophy-arguin' type, so when he drove me home one night and sang "Stars" from Les Miz to me, I was shocked to see this whole other side to him--the musicals lover!
Gilby is one of my beSTest friends. I am in adoration of him. He's very easy to love. And thankfully my husband and his wife don't Take This the Wrong Way (it's totally non-sexual) so we're able to run away for a weekend together (and I stayed 10 days in London with him, when he was there on business a few years ago.) Giiiilbeeeee!
We've given each other a Christmahannukahbirthday present each year, but I (who am supposed to make something creative) am running out of ideas. So this year I proposed we go see a play, or go to Stratford together. I think this will be our tradition, though I don't think I can afford Stratford and 3 plays each year. But maybe a musical in Toronto, where I can stay with him and his wife.
On to... Day Two.
Here is Our Spot at the bar, where we usually ate cause the restaurant was always full. At least we tried to make it Our Spot. But after the first couple times, it was always taken. Basts.
Went souvenir shopping that day. I bought Fernando a shirt with a bear on it that says "Exit, pursued by a bear." And a pen. And a magnet for our fridge. And a water bottle. And my Oscar doll. And Gilby got his finger puppet, and I tossed in a collection of Oscar Wilde's works for him. I do not feel guilty for my materialism, since the money supports the festival--whose traditional supporters are dying-off-oldies. (One of the central plot points in Sling and Arrows.)
After I had to mail some cards. I asked where I could get stamps.
Lady - At Blowes, across the square.
Me - ... ... Blows?
Lady (suppressing giggle) - Yes, it's someone's name. Blowes.
On the way we saw Allen's Alley, which needed photographing. How many of us can claim to own an alley after all? Here I've got my arm around the boyz. (And might I add - everytime I buy slacks from Reitman's they shrink the first time I wash them, even though I use cold water and hang dry? Despicable.)
There was Much Wind. And chilliness. I was wearing 4 layers all weekend. But I have a Most Excellent poppy - the kind with a Canadian flag pin holding it in place. That's what you get when you buy early and donate well!
Blowes.
This is the Avon theatre by our hotel, where we saw Earnest the night before.
Our hotel.
That night we took a 20 minute walk down to the Festival theatre. There were mirrors in the lobby, so we didn't have to ask someone to photograph us! Oscar's a bit low, because we're seeing something he didn't write -- West Side Story.
I thought we'd get a shaming for placing our toys on the Weird Sisters, but no one noticed. And everyone who walked by laughed.
And instead I got a shaming for photographing the theatre interior.
West Side Story was great. Our friend, Mrs Alfonse, had had a bad performance earlier this summer. But everyone sang well, and the staging was great. Tony did a lot of leaping around on Maria's balcony, which really made them seem IN LURV. The songs were beautifully sung, the dancing was great. Gilby was meh'd by Riff, but I thought Action was great.
Here is Gilby watching Darth Vader at the canteen, again.
The Boyz regard New Oscar with suspicion.
And so ended Day 2.
I met Gilby 12 years ago when the store I work at opened--he worked in the Computers department, and I was in Fiction. When his birthday came about he went dancing around the store telling everyone, which I found Veddy Amusing. So I stood at my computer and made him a birthday card. Which he found Veddy Amusing. And so we became friends.
He was this Ayn Rand loving, philosophy-arguin' type, so when he drove me home one night and sang "Stars" from Les Miz to me, I was shocked to see this whole other side to him--the musicals lover!
Gilby is one of my beSTest friends. I am in adoration of him. He's very easy to love. And thankfully my husband and his wife don't Take This the Wrong Way (it's totally non-sexual) so we're able to run away for a weekend together (and I stayed 10 days in London with him, when he was there on business a few years ago.) Giiiilbeeeee!
We've given each other a Christmahannukahbirthday present each year, but I (who am supposed to make something creative) am running out of ideas. So this year I proposed we go see a play, or go to Stratford together. I think this will be our tradition, though I don't think I can afford Stratford and 3 plays each year. But maybe a musical in Toronto, where I can stay with him and his wife.
On to... Day Two.
Here is Our Spot at the bar, where we usually ate cause the restaurant was always full. At least we tried to make it Our Spot. But after the first couple times, it was always taken. Basts.
Went souvenir shopping that day. I bought Fernando a shirt with a bear on it that says "Exit, pursued by a bear." And a pen. And a magnet for our fridge. And a water bottle. And my Oscar doll. And Gilby got his finger puppet, and I tossed in a collection of Oscar Wilde's works for him. I do not feel guilty for my materialism, since the money supports the festival--whose traditional supporters are dying-off-oldies. (One of the central plot points in Sling and Arrows.)
After I had to mail some cards. I asked where I could get stamps.
Lady - At Blowes, across the square.
Me - ... ... Blows?
Lady (suppressing giggle) - Yes, it's someone's name. Blowes.
On the way we saw Allen's Alley, which needed photographing. How many of us can claim to own an alley after all? Here I've got my arm around the boyz. (And might I add - everytime I buy slacks from Reitman's they shrink the first time I wash them, even though I use cold water and hang dry? Despicable.)
There was Much Wind. And chilliness. I was wearing 4 layers all weekend. But I have a Most Excellent poppy - the kind with a Canadian flag pin holding it in place. That's what you get when you buy early and donate well!
Blowes.
This is the Avon theatre by our hotel, where we saw Earnest the night before.
Our hotel.
That night we took a 20 minute walk down to the Festival theatre. There were mirrors in the lobby, so we didn't have to ask someone to photograph us! Oscar's a bit low, because we're seeing something he didn't write -- West Side Story.
I thought we'd get a shaming for placing our toys on the Weird Sisters, but no one noticed. And everyone who walked by laughed.
And instead I got a shaming for photographing the theatre interior.
West Side Story was great. Our friend, Mrs Alfonse, had had a bad performance earlier this summer. But everyone sang well, and the staging was great. Tony did a lot of leaping around on Maria's balcony, which really made them seem IN LURV. The songs were beautifully sung, the dancing was great. Gilby was meh'd by Riff, but I thought Action was great.
Here is Gilby watching Darth Vader at the canteen, again.
The Boyz regard New Oscar with suspicion.
And so ended Day 2.
Song: My brother reminded me about this one
Blind from The Talking Heads
We loved this when the video came out! Blind blind blind blind bliiiiind!
We loved this when the video came out! Blind blind blind blind bliiiiind!
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