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.

Yesterday I confused the grocery cashier by giving her exact change. The bills I had stuffed in my pocket but she kept adding up my two quarters, one dime and three pennies and coming up with $0.68. This may have had something to do with the nickel that I had dropped on the belt but I took that back. She was staring at the $0.63 in her hand and saying $0.68 over and over while the people in line behind me were probably wondering why I didn't just take the damn nickel and go. Finally the developmentally disabled bag boy convinced her to put the $0.05 change that she kept trying to give me back in her drawer. I left saying, "I work in cash handling and I just couldn't leave knowing your drawer would be short, not even by a nickel."

This morning I went to put the wad of bills in my pocket and I had to go through my OCD bill facing but I was having trouble with the five. This was before coffee so I turned it over a couple times before it dawned on my that It Had No Face!!! Finally I realized this was two $5 bills stuck together. Oddly enough, no part of me wants to go back to the store today and give them the five dollars.