Hi, Perkins! What are you up to? I'm watching the best documentary about the emotions of animals. The monkeys are killing me, omg.
What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm pretending to unpack, watching bad tv, and waiting to be tired.
That sounds like a cool documentary. What's it called?
"Why Dogs Smile and Chimpanzees Cry"
Where're you unpacking from? Sorry, I skipped a bunch of posts.
Moving.
Yes, still.
Well, congrats on the new place.
I hate moving, but the result is so nice.
Yep. Not that I would have had much choice, with the new job, but I still think it is a good move.
How are things with you? How are wedding plans going?
Wedding plans are OK, I think. We're way behind but trying not to stress about it.
When does the new job start?
Not stressing is very good.
It actually started April 18th, but I was in NY for a week of training, then I started in Menlo Park on the 25th.
cereal:
I'm rewatching the end of TAR. It, plus the scene where they start moving the gate back towards the plane make me happy.
Aw, thanks! My first ever set of anniversary congratulations, whee!
Also, amych and Rio, I hereby decree that your own wedding days will be big royal blasts and that you will both look simultaneously terribly romantical and smoking hot. Also, that your actual marriages will be less blasty but much more deeply satisfying -- bone-deep, marrow-deep, little secret core of you-deep.
Also, isn't this also one of Kat and Lori's anniversaries? If not their wedding anniversary, then at least the anniversary of their wedding party and what was reputed to be the best cake in the recorded history of cake. So happy anniversary, and may your right to call it that be re-affirmed by the powers that be as soon as possible, and happy cakeiversary, Kat and Lori!
Perkins, insent.
I'm still all wound up from circus-y work. I was there for almost 10 hours. I wore my polkadot corset and did a lot of fetching of random concession-stand items from the local Safeway, read two chapters of the copy of Gaiman's American Gods that Perkins gave away before moving, swept the lobby and tidied up the auditorium and the bathrooms between the matinee and the evening show, cleaned up the dressing room, sold a handful of t-shirts and several dozen red clown noses, watched a 45-minute show by the San Francisco Youth Circus that was an utter miracle of crazywild choreography, incredible teamwork and attentiveness by the kids, and ass-kicking music, re-tidied the auditorium and the dressing room (I am saddened to admit that the only creature more slovenly than an audience member is an actor), and finally dragged my aching self home.
But, still not tired.