I can't imagine that your fic would be anything less than fabulous, bug. It shall henceforth be known as bugfic.

HOMOGENEOUSNESS?

meara, you're all spicy today. Hey, anyhow, how does one celebrate diversity and unity at the same time?

I need motivation. I have two lessons to complete, and a stack of freelance work I haven't even looked at yet. (And why did I even agree to do it, when I'm already doing a stack that's going to pay more?) I take on more than I can comfortably do, then I procrastinate and make it even more stressful. I should be working, but I'm burning CDs and hanging out on Buffistas.

I think I'll go for a walk. Maybe the exercise will get my brain cells moving.

Trudy, you star! Playing Caroline's. I'm beyond impressed. Because even out here in the whitebread desert, we know that's for comedy's bright lights. If I could, I'd be there.

Yikes, dw. I hope Susan feels better soon.

I am, for the first time in ages, not taking Flexeril today. This plan is subject to change but I'm giving it a shot.

Poor Susan. Send her our love, dw.

Oh, Susan, I hope you feel better, soon.

Thanks for letting us know, dw.

He's got a fraternal twin that was 6'5", my brother is 6'4" and he's 6'6". They grew up just up the street (do you remember driving up towards the Monument from mom's house and a place on the right with plastic flowers on the mailbox? there.)

I DO bemember the house! And I did not know your brother was that tall. And they're all so tall. And the thought is turning me on just the tiniest bit.

I once dated this guy Korby who was 6' 3" and EVERYBODY he knew was at least that tall. And we'd go to see his Mom and Aunts perform (I was friends with his one aunt, that's how we met) and we'd bein in clubs and I was this tiny little white person in this sea of giant black people. For once in my life I was petite. I was a dainty exotic in that crowd and it was SO. COOL.

No one is talking. I fear you are all to sleep. And I should likely be the same but I am not feeling like I can sleep yet. Want Bitches.

Awwww... you're like a neurotic insomniac gangsta rapper.

It is exactly this. And the fact that he's having to take care of the adults that are supposed to be taking care of him. He's just a kid, he should get to be a kid.

You'll see that he keeps kidness. But let him take care of you a little, its empowering. (It's when you need him to take care of you that you're screwing him.)

Bug caring is quite special.

It truly is. I have a little spatula from a care package from that very Bug and I smile each time I use it. And that's just Bug swag! Imagine actual Bug.

Cashmere, Cass, Emily and Steph, I hope you get a respite from family dramas. That's all rough stuff.

It's a rediculous amount of pain. Seriously. Hang in there, bunnies.

Sorry about the show hiatus Trudy, it sounded like it was going so well. Curses geography for lack of access to BFD Caroline’s show.

I'm actually feeling a little better about it today. It was going well and we are still working on it. We just need for the Director/Composer to catch his breath (and patch up his marriage) and possibly find a new venue. We knew at some point there would have to be a break, its just the suddenness of it that is hard.

And NOBODY else has an excuse for missing Carolines!

(Well, not yet. See, EVERYBODY is expected to attend. The default is attendance. One can, if one must, petition for an excuse -- but if you don't you have to be there. I'm reasonable, it's far away for some people, maybe you hate political humor, maybe you're a total Bushie... but isn't it just easier to do what it takes to show up than to make me die a little by reviewing and approving your attendance waiver?)

How do I get rid of a real life Mary Sue?

Knock her up.

Trudy, you star! Playing Caroline's. I'm beyond impressed. Because even out here in the whitebread desert, we know that's for comedy's bright lights. If I could, I'd be there.

To be fair, we're on "new talent night". But if we give them a good house they could give us a regular gig. Hence, the harassment of my peeps. And since its a good venue we could get some decent industry there and, you know, eventually stop being secretaries and waiters.

I just got back from a street fair. This time of year NYC, alas, is littered with generic street fairs and I hardly go to them. THIS fair, however, is more of a block party and is a fund raiser for a church on the corner's food pantry. And I did my part. I ate roughly 10 MILLION little fried things. And once I was stuffed again I hit several nationalities worth of food and have stocked my fridge with leftover Mexican, Filipino, and Hatian food.

Still cool. Best of luck.

Date was fine last night. Went to a place up (but we live on the highest hill in the city, so down? Or up-down-up?) in Crown Hill that we haven't been to in a number of years. Turns out they had changed management and their menu, but that was a good thing in the end. Before, everything had massive globs of goat cheese, and I am not a fan of massive globs of goat cheese. Now, they use less goat cheese and spread it around.

It was the waitress' birthday yesterday. She looked to be a low-to-mid twentysomething, though I didn't ask her age. The whole night kept thinking she was the personification of a Seattle native, complete with creaky voice and Canadian-lite vowels.

We saw Corpse Bride. It's a mashup of Edwardia, Victoriana, and Dia De Los Muertos. Simple plot which you've figured out fifteen minutes in, but it's pretty, Gothy, and very much a fairy tale. And the cast list reads like a who's-who of English acting -- even Paul Whitehouse shows up.

Annabel hung with a Buffista lurker and her four year old daughter. She was good, though she continued to get in to everything she possibly could. But she was fine, and didn't cry when we left. She was happy and inflappable the whole night but bouncy when we came back.

All in all, a good date. We should try to do this more than once every six months.