Weaver: I'll take the box! The box!
Kuni: You took the box? Let's see what's in the box! (Pause while Hiro-san opens the box) Nothing! Absolutely nothing! STUPID! You're so STU-PIIIIIIIIIIID!
That is my blog today. NOTHING is in the blog.
Although you all are not stupid.
I'm in a funk, although not the kind of funk where those of you who have my phone number need to call it to see if I'm ok, though. I'm fine. I just haven't showered or brushed my teeth and it's 11 a.m. It's the kind of funk a person sinks into when they read only bad news in the paper. Or when that person hears of a potential vehicle repair bill that threatens to break into quadruple digits. Or hears bad things about people. Or any number of things that make a person wonder "What the h-e-double-hockey-sticks happened???"
Hmmm. What will get me out of a funk? Random pictures maybe? Random pictures of ME? Random pictures of me as a teenager?
Yes, I think that will help. But does it help if one of the pictures is of me getting strangled by Seth?
Yes, because I was being fake strangled, not for-real strangled. Seth is the bad guy in the play "The Mousetrap" and I was his intended victim, Molly Ralston. I got away though. I got rescued just in the nick of time. Most of what I remember about that play is having to haul a vacuum cleaner from one entry onto the stage to another exit point. It was a heavy vacuum. And Tim Z wearing a cape. He wore a cape well. And I had to sing "3 Blind Mice" and my voice cracked because I had a cough.
We fell over after the struggle of strangulation rehearsal.
See my shoe in the picture? I LOVED that pair of shoes. I wore it until I wore big giant holes in them. I was sad when those shoes died. I loved that sweater too. Yes, Seth is wearing his pants in the cuff-roll style that makes them really thin around the ankles. It was the 80s, people, and that was COOL. Dangit, I still like pants that way. But in the interest of visual pollution, I don't wear them that way. You're welcome.
Wanna see a waxy faced mannequin?
I'm not dissing myself, really. The overexposure in this picture just makes me look like the white witch (albeit with yellow hair and pink lips). I was 19, home for the summer from my freshman year at the Y. If I could get my hair to look like that again, I would (although I'd have to have the same facial thinness too. Oh well).
Maybe something blog-worthy will happen soon so I can get back to kvetching about contemporary things.
That is my blog today. NOTHING is in the blog.
Although you all are not stupid.
I'm in a funk, although not the kind of funk where those of you who have my phone number need to call it to see if I'm ok, though. I'm fine. I just haven't showered or brushed my teeth and it's 11 a.m. It's the kind of funk a person sinks into when they read only bad news in the paper. Or when that person hears of a potential vehicle repair bill that threatens to break into quadruple digits. Or hears bad things about people. Or any number of things that make a person wonder "What the h-e-double-hockey-sticks happened???"
Hmmm. What will get me out of a funk? Random pictures maybe? Random pictures of ME? Random pictures of me as a teenager?
Yes, I think that will help. But does it help if one of the pictures is of me getting strangled by Seth?
Yes, because I was being fake strangled, not for-real strangled. Seth is the bad guy in the play "The Mousetrap" and I was his intended victim, Molly Ralston. I got away though. I got rescued just in the nick of time. Most of what I remember about that play is having to haul a vacuum cleaner from one entry onto the stage to another exit point. It was a heavy vacuum. And Tim Z wearing a cape. He wore a cape well. And I had to sing "3 Blind Mice" and my voice cracked because I had a cough.We fell over after the struggle of strangulation rehearsal.
See my shoe in the picture? I LOVED that pair of shoes. I wore it until I wore big giant holes in them. I was sad when those shoes died. I loved that sweater too. Yes, Seth is wearing his pants in the cuff-roll style that makes them really thin around the ankles. It was the 80s, people, and that was COOL. Dangit, I still like pants that way. But in the interest of visual pollution, I don't wear them that way. You're welcome.Wanna see a waxy faced mannequin?
I'm not dissing myself, really. The overexposure in this picture just makes me look like the white witch (albeit with yellow hair and pink lips). I was 19, home for the summer from my freshman year at the Y. If I could get my hair to look like that again, I would (although I'd have to have the same facial thinness too. Oh well).
Maybe something blog-worthy will happen soon so I can get back to kvetching about contemporary things.
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Jen of the Park of Orange, I remember hearing grandpa talk during that whole performance and yes, his voice did boom! I think I kissed Michael Warren. He played the husband of my character.