Non-Drying Sinus, in a blue gelcap.

Yeah, that's the light blue. My joint was the dark blue, the Severe Cold. They may still have a generic...

Are any of our theatre Buffistas around? I need some back-ups/references for a "Wardrobe Mistress" being the person who cares for the costumes during the run of the show, organizes the dressing rooms and quick changes, etc and a "Costume Shop Manager" as the person who works with the designer to build the show, supervises the costume shop employees, deals with the costume budget, and perhaps (if the Wardrobe Mistress is a student) gives the Wardrobe Mistress direction. Also, and help on a less sexist term than Wardrobe Mistress would be handy.

Yes, my theatre is craxy.

I'm guessing you have my last name by now, Allyson!

I came in to discover netscape dead. OH GODS NO! Oddly, I do need it to work. But I couldn't even goof off without it!

Anyway, managed to get another browser working, but it puts things in funny places. I think it is older than even the netscape we use, and that's saying something.

Tommy, that's unspeakable. The mother seems pretty zen, or maybe she's still reeling or just not wanting to keep it going in the press.

Radio prank gets DJs suspended. I wonder if CBS Radio is going to be hair trigger for the next little while. I dislike morning radio and I dislike prank calls, so I'm behind their suspension. Just one more way to make the world like I need it.

The hosts of the daily morning show, WFNY-FM's "The Dog House With JV and Elvis," have been suspended indefinitely without pay, CBS Radio spokeswoman Karen Mateo told The New York Times in an e-mail Monday. One of the hosts, Jeff Vandergrift, apologized on Monday's show, she said.

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In the segment, broadcast on April 5 -- a day after the infamous Imus comment on CBS -- and again last week, a caller to a Chinese restaurant intersperses an order for takeout with lewd language.

The caller tells one female employee he wants to come to the restaurant to see her naked and refers to a part of her body as "hot, Asian, spicy." The caller also attempts to order "shrimp flied lice."

I'm guessing you have my last name by now, Allyson!

She does!

Sophia, when I was the wardrobe mistress for a theatre festival, my real title was "wardrobe site manager". In terms of Costume Shop Manager, I don't think I've ever worked on a show that had one. Most sewing crews had a "crew head" that performed these functions, but were hired on a job by job basis, or the designer her/himself was the de facto crew head. But yes, the running of the costume building crew and the head of costumes during the run of the show are two totally different things.

There's got to be technical theatre books out there that define all of these jobs that you can plunk down in front of the craxy theatre people who make you jump through those hoops.

Sophia, maybe you want to look at job desriptions posted here:

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There's got to be technical theatre books out there that define all of these jobs that you can plunk down in front of the craxy theatre people who make you jump through those hoops.

I want to drive home and get my "Costume Technician's Handbook"

Also, I like "wardrobe site coordinator"! It is great.

The weird situation is that I am trying to help them out- they want to make the position full time in the next couple of years, and I probably won't take it. But if they are looking for someone and advertise for a Wardrobe Mistress, even if they have the correct job description, I think they will not get the right position. They will, in fact, get someone like me, who has a lot more experience in Wardrobe and Design than, say, sewing!

My sister and I encountered this chick at a football game at Lambeau a few years back. She was so drunk she was completely incoherent, lying on the floor, and her friend kept refusing to do anything other than say "come on, you're okay, you're okay". We tried convincing them first - "look, I don't care if you're underage, that doesn't matter right now, she needs help." And it turned out they weren't even underage, which just increased the WTF of it all. I stayed with them to make sure they didn't scurry away (well, scurry/drag) and sent my sis for the nearest cop.

People=stupid.

Panic and drunkeness are a really sad combination -- add enough of either and you can't even tell you're not thinking logically.

In a sense, it's a mercy the girl was dead on impact, so that at least her friends' delay didn't make any real difference to the outcome.