So it's pretty much my last day in this department, and my boss (who didn't want to let me go, but couldn't help it) just called to say goodbye, since he won't be in the office today, and now I'm all verklempt.

I've packed up everything that's going with me to my new cube, and I kinda just want to put it in my car and not ever come back here. Bah.

But we're having Bob's today, and that makes it happier.

Skimming, late for work...

I wish I had the list I compiled of all the advice I wrote down my first year in college theater. Basically it was a list of the rules for the mechanics of acting on stage that helped me concentrate on the acting once I got them down. Some of these seem basic and "obvious" but not so to a newbie.

For instance:

- don't go from prop to prop, hiding behind "things."

- Try to enter with the foot upstage from the audience when entering from the sides

- Practice projecting instead of yelling when you can. Stop by the theater on your time off. Talk to friends in the supermarket from the end of the isle. Soon you will be able to talk to someone in the back of the theater without getting hoarse.

- Learn foot placement

- Etc

I'm sure Buffistas can come up with more

Puppycat seems to have taken the notaspider squid toy and deleggified it. So what should we call the legless fur blob* now?

* the toy, we aren't punishing the cat for this or anything.

Have inhaled allergy meds, am still inhaling coffee, go team Let's Breathe and stay awake until at least early evening tonight! I am on the sleep schedule of a toddler, it's wacky.

and now I'm all verklempt.

I dreamt sort of about an old job last night and woke up missing it. Well, missing what it had been about six months before I left it at least.

So what should we call the legless fur blob* now?

Nugget.

Huh. It worked. I said, "Nugget" and she looked at it, looked happy, looked comfused and then just ran over to me. Which for Puppycat? It about as smart as she ever gets.

Nugget, it is.

I think I am going to throw the legs away. They look kinda creepy all unattached to the Nugget.

To be fair, "Nugget" comes from a friend of my SiL's -- she refers to babies of about 1-2 months as "nuggets," because they don't get all interactive and animated until about 3 months.

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WTF?

I got to hold a two-week-old baby last night, daughter of some friends of ours. Very quiet and interested in the world, once she was awake. She has the longest, skinniest fingers, and it was fun watching her flex her hands and feet as she practiced what her body could do.

I was watching her sleep, and she was obviously dreaming about something. Such intent faces she made. It fascinates me to think what she could have in her brain to dream about with how little time she's been around.

It was weird. I could have held her for hours if my arms hadn't given out, but it was more of "ickle baby critter to snuggle!" and no "Baby! Want baby!"

and C batteries for your Rabbit.

In the kayak.com newsletter, the hell???

Seriously, there are appropriate places people.