This guy lives near where I grew up. He's got a good 2 acres of property to work with. I think his neighbors finally got him to stop, though.

I grew up a few blocks from the Balian Mansion: Front view

Side view

So I spend the weekend with my mum, and I come back to a big ol' Bitches love-in. Very enjoyable to read this morning. Though I must say that I now feel woefully inadequate for the next F2F. Must try to become simultaneously cooler and hotter!

Greetings to Shambles, so glad to hear good news on Cash's BiL, and much {{{{}}}} for libkitty.

And now I'm off to fight the gronk monster. Carry on.

I grew up a few blocks from the Balian Mansion

Whyfor the Disney, mansion-having people? Why the frakking for?

Though I must say that I now feel woefully inadequate for the next F2F. Must try to become simultaneously cooler and hotter!

Pshaw. Buffistas, when gathered in one place, increase the coolness and hawtitude of each individual. It's a thing. In BuffistaWorld come as you are = never being inadequate. Woefully or otherwise.

Today is going to be a tough battle with the gronk, that's for sure. I work 7a - 4p, then I'll go to the gym, go home, attempt to nap, and then come *back* into the office around 1a to work until 8 or 9a. This weird scheduling only happens around the holidays and always manages to knock me on my ass. Can you tell how much I'm looking forward to it?

Crazy Cat Lady Action Figure

Crazy Cat Lady Action Figure

That's cool, except I was expecting it to be the Crazy Cat Lady from The Simpsons. This woman looks sane in comparison.

I was expecting it to be the Crazy Cat Lady from The Simpsons.

That suddenly reminded me of last night's Family Guy, and Adam West's cat gun.

Gronkilies, everyone.

I have this to say about today: It is somewhat disconcerting to have a dream involving several elephants following a meditation to channel energy into speeding up one's metabolism.

Nicole, good luck with the crazy work schedule.

Gronklies, my lovlies.

So last night was the last night of our show. I hate it when shows I'm working on close (even though I usually don't like how actually working running crew for a show pretty much devours my weekend).

Now I'm all sad.

This show in particular was a lot of fun. It was a musical, in fact, it was Musical of Musicals, the Musical. It was a really fun show -- four actors (two men, two women) on a bare stage with a piano, doing the same short plot ("I can't pay the rent," "You must pay the rent!") in the style of five different musical composers. The first act did the plot in the style of Rodgers and Hammerstein, Stephen Sondheim, and then in the style of Jerry Herman. For the second act, they did Andrew Lloyd Webber, and again in the style of Kander and Ebb (Cabaret, Chicago).

The music for the show was really sensational. Each scene managed to perfectly capture the essence of each musical style, and skewer the little conceits and cliches of each composer, mostly with much love and affection (though the show is a little mean to Lord Webber, but I'm sure he can cry himself to sleep on his giant piles of money....). The cast was utterly fantastic. In fact, we were selling CDs of the original Broadway (Off Broadway, maybe?) cast, and I wasn't interested. I'd heard songs from the CD, and our cast was much, much, much better.

I only bring this up because so much of the music from the show is playing in my head now, as it has through pretty much the entire run.

Seriously, sad now.