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27 January 2006
What's making your Friday great?→[More:]For me, it's Yahoo Music's "Modern Broadway" channel.
Well, this morning after I lit up my first cigarrette, I coughed so hard I thought I was gonna throw up. But I didn't. Then I brushed my teeth with Aim toothpaste and walked to the subway smoking another cigarette which combined with the Aim residue to create a wonderful smoky minty flavor in my mouth.
Not much so far, though I did have one happy thought: I finally have a date that I'll be in NY. I have to be there Saturday, Mar. 25th. I'll probably stay through the following week, just to have some time to enjoy the city. I hope to get a chance to meet the NY crew while I'm there!
My Friday isn't great, yet. It will be later when I'm finished work. This is the first weekend in a month that I haven't had to go into work both days.
I'm going out to a fancy dinner with friends tonight. Yipee!
But the one I call "Eeyore" will be there. She will bitch incessantly about every aspect of her life. Then she will complain about her husband and how unaffectionate he is and I will keep from yelling "He's unaffectionate because you hate sex and he hasn't gotten any in two years!" Only maybe this time I will actually say it and there will be drama. I don't know--and the anticipation is delicious.
I have to go to a pointless meeting about why we are less productive than we should be. This is not making my Friday great.
Also, there's this little skeezer who recently started working her who schmoozes relentlessly with anyone with rank and ignores the rest of us. She reminds me of that bimbo in the Mary Tyler More themed chase bank commercial. I'm showing great restraint by not braining her. Many of my co-workers have formed a hate-her society. She's schmoozing my supervisor Pete right now in the next cube. her voice irritates me. Hmph.
I wouldn't call it great yet - I'm broke and my friend cancelled on me for tonight, but:
Annoying boss person leaving any minute.
Hip Hop Happy Hour at the gym tonight. It's like real dancing school. I'm even blinged out today at work (Casual Friday).
Anticipation of being bad tomorrow.
Working diagnosis of Pernicious Anemia, which I see as a cool, old fashioned-y thing to have, like consumption or something. Totally treatable, not a crisis at all.
What rebirtha said, and the fact that the weekend is nearly here and this week has been batshitinsane at work, so much so that I have barely visited my friends and comrades here at the Chat.
The brave and dedicated labor organizers of the turn of the century who got shot up, starved and beaten so that I may spend the weekend sleeping late, cooking and reading books. Hat's off to those pinkos and their stiff upper lips.
Although this weekend I have a ton of stuff to do.
Fuck.
I just literally took off my hat for a second, try it. When you say hats off, take off your hat, it's a gas. That is actually what is making my friday great, taking off my hat in salute. Also it's itchy as fuck and cheap, so that is nice too. Hats off and brisk rub of the forehead. God bless America.
Just the fact that it is Friday, and this dumb annoying week is over, and I'll have two luxiruous days all to myself. Tonight I'm going shopping and I'm gonna get a new watch and a new, sexy sweater, I hope. And this weekend I will laze around and work on my Record-an-Album project and write grant applications and watch "The Making of Born to Run" and read my 2nd successfully delivered NYTimes.
There is also the prospect of a call or get-together with my new squeeze, although not til Sunday 'cause he has his kiddos this weekend and I have not yet recieved kiddo clearance.
You're gonna love the story about Ernest 'Boom' Carter, Max Weinberg and the big drum lick in the title track.
(also, I'm playing only the loudest, most obnoxious tracks on my work playlist today, mainly to make sure I'm alive. The musical equivalent of those shock paddles they use on cardiac patients.)
I would just like to reiterate how awesome this Yahoo Music "Modern Broadway" channel is. In addition to hearing a lot of my old favorites, both things I own and things I don't, but I heard a new show that I didn't see in New York ("Striking 12"-big mistake) and the music blew me away, and now I bought the recording from Amazon. I looooove having new cast recordings to listen to. Yipeeeee!
TPS, I spent 2 years of my life in a college infested with theatre majors. I had to hear them listening to soundtracks and babbling out parts and stuff. And if you lived in the dorms (actually a hotel at that time, but that's a whole other story) and weren't part of that whole thing, then you were more or less ostracized. It was like regular high school in reverse. So, I'm kind of turned off Broadway musicals for life.
TPS, please, I must insist that you distinguish yourself as a musical theatre dork. Us regular theatre dorks would take you in a fair fight and do not listen to such nonsense.
I remember that all the theatre people, when you met them at parties, always seemed to projecting to the back row or trying desperately to seem disaffected and 'dark.'
The other occupants of our dorm/hotel/fleatrap were rent-controlled oldsters who couldn't be evicted until death (or possibly after)including the lady next door to me who used to spend all night yelling out to her dead son. I found her more entertaining than most of the aspiring thespians.
Probably the musical theatre people were projecting to the back row, and the regular theatre people were doing the disaffected and dark thing. We drank more, and had better drugs, too. I'm just speculating, of course. I really can't stand many a theatre person of either persuasion. Some, though, I dearly dearly love with a love that is pure and true and incestuous and beautiful.
I thing that the dead-son-caller outer probably had better drugs than either of them. I wound up spending most of my time hanging out with commuter students from the boroughs, so it all became moot. 6 years after I dropped/flunked out, the school built actual dorms and the hotel was gentrified.
Musical theater is wasted on me. But obscure (even for) Beckett performances float my boat.
I think it's the music. I'd prefer silence.
Hell, I'd prefer torture.
And you Baltimechanisms are lucky; you're near UMBC, where the theater department sometimes drops some avant-garde shit. I saw some Beckett there a few years ago, but it ain't listed in their productions list. They must've been hosting a Beckett festival or something.
See, now it's getting to be a pile-on, and that's not fair. Although I am quite strong and will be able to dance myself right away from you. ::jazz hands run::
I have a momma feral cat and two youngsters living in my backyard. Knowing I couldn't have a kitten factory back there, but not wanting to doom them by calling the shelter, in early December I did the "trap, alter, release" thing and had them all fixed and brought them back to my property. Now I feed them every day and of course, I've gotten attached even though they are still pretty wild and not at all cuddley. The boy is a tan tabby called "Toaster", which is short for "Brave Little Toaster", the girl is a grey tabby I call "Fourchette", which is french for her former name - "Fork" - she's growing up to be too lovely for that. The momma is a grey & white tortoise calico who is super hostile and fairly insane, and is named "Mrs. Van Buskirk" after the mother of a childhood friend who had those same traits. Yesterday morning when I went back to feed them there were large black tufts of long furr everywhere (which doesn't belong to any of the cat family, but to one of the stray toms that also visits my backyard scrounging for food). This is the second time this tom has had his ass kicked by SOMETHING and left furr everywhere. I suspect it may be Mrs. VB. Anyway, the boy kitten, Toaster, was nowhere to be found yesterday morning, which was strange because he's always the first to come running for breakfast. I fretted a bit, and wondered if he'd gotten caught in the fight or was just hiding. I almost posted an AskMe wondering if a male adult cat would kill a younger fixed male. My SO said that he was proably just hiding, so I tried to convince myself that there was nothing to be worried about. Well, this morning there was still no Toaster and I began to freak out. I walked the whole backyard and called for him. Then, on a hunch I opened the doors of our shed and called for him.
"Maow?"
"Toaster, is that you?"
"Maow! maow mew meow!!!"
Out he popped.
JOY.
Apparently my hillbilly uncle was over and in the backyard on Wednesday and closed up the kitten in the shed.
Three different apartments of mine have been lover's lanes for the local feline population. The noise used to bug me, but now it just sounds like home.
I've also had two different apartments where the police knocked on the door looking for the previous tenants.
I'd like to retract my great Friday comment thought from earlier. I just found out our conference programs are seriously screwed up and will have to be reprinted. And the designer and printer are blaming each other.
As for me - as of today my root canal is two-thirds complete (the last part is next Wednesday). Also, since it's the weekend, the mister will be home (he returned to work Monday after being off for three weeks with the flu and I've missed him).
Also, I'm in love with the Divine Mr. Wino and want to have his babies.
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