It is a little hard to explain.

But it's fun to see you try. I think that tops the cactalabrum (tiny 2D plywood cactus w/flashlight bulbs at the peaks. It sat on a saloon piano) I created this summer.

cactalabrum

What is it with theatre and cacti?

I have to leave soon for a theatre meet and greet and then a meeting with a student. I am so darn busy that I need to set a meeting with another student, and don't even have a slot open before Friday (I work from 8 - 5 at my day job, then I have this meet and greet and meeting today, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday I teach lab from 6 - 9 and we are doing measurements which I really have to do myself. That is lame!

Okay, strangest thing you've researched for a story, fanfic or otherwise. Go!

I keep wanting this to be farthest you've gone in researching a story, fanfic or otherwise, and have amych win for all time.

ita, I hope they take good care of your head.

Cactalabrum

I need Stacy and Clinton to come give me a seminar.

I've been forced to watch that show a few times, and I do admire Stacy's sense of style, not to mention her feisty personality and undeniable Stacy-ness. It's worth watching just for her. Did I mention that I like Stacy?

But Clinton dresses like a 14-year-old prep school student spending spring break in Atlantic City with his nouveau riche family. Or an extra in a low budget technicolor remake of The Great Gatsby. Pastel sweater vests and matching slacks? Get serious.

I was just reminded of the really bizarre dream I had last night. It was like I was watching a movie that had a pretty detailed plot. It was a Western featuring three women banding together to survive in the Old West, one a young naive pregnant widow (I can't remember who was playing her), another a more worldly-wise woman played by Patti LuPone, and the last a cowgirl-type played by a decently dramatic acting Wanda Sykes (that's when I knew it was a dream, and not a movie!).

Then, the dream got weird--the LuPone and Sykes characters encounter King Arthur and one of his knights, but dressed in medieval leather clothing, not mail or armor, and they were bad men, raping the two women, who then got their revenge by killing them thoroughly by running the men's own swords through them. It didn't veer into Thelma and Louise territory, though, because it ended with LuPone reading a letter from the third woman, who had her kid and got married to a doctor who took her away to China (she didn't love the doctor, but he took care of her and her child, so she was fine with the relationship).

I never remember my dreams, so I don't recall ever having a dream like this before, and it was strange that I remembered so much of it this late in the day. I was talking about 3:10 to Yuma with my sister earlier on Sunday, so that might be where my mind got into Westerns. As for the King Arthur detour, I have no clue where that came from! I'm not even a big fan of LuPone and Sykes, so why my mental casting director came up with them, God knows.

Oh ita, I'm sorry to hear about the ER visit. We'll be home tonight, if you need anything.

I definitely do color with color as well as color with black. (Says the girl wearing the orange print skirt with the avocado top.) Depends on my mood and, let's be honest, what's clean.

There my keys are! Sorry about the revenge fire!

FLORENCE, Ore. - A woman was arrested and charged with arson and burglary after police say she set fire to the home of a neighbor she thought had stolen her keys.

Sgt. Clint Riley of the Lane County Sheriff's Office said the 23-year-old woman later found her keys hanging from her pants pocket.

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According to a police report, the woman told a deputy that after discovering her keys missing, she broke into her neighbors' trailer and began trashing the place.

After going home to fetch lighter fluid and cooking oil, she returned to the neighbors' place and tried to start a fire by spraying lighter fluid on a hot stove burner, according to the report.

When that didn't work, she allegedly placed the oil and a stuffed animal on the stove, according to the report.

She called 911 and hid in a bush across the street while deputies and firefighters responded, Riley said.

The woman's boyfriend said a friend called him at work and he rushed home to find her hiding in the bushes, barefoot and incoherent, according to the report.

The woman told her boyfriend her keys were missing, at which time he pointed to a set of keys hanging from her pants pocket and "she began to cry," Riley said.

Today has been made of fail. I'm going to Sephora for eyeliner retail therapy.

I learned what a punkah was and figured out a way to approximate one for the stage.

I'm tempted to invent an urban myth about this being the origin of the word "punk".