'Safe'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I mean they stomped the hell out of Indy - has Peyton given up?
You know, I don't know-- he really doesn't look like himself, does he? Two INTs returned for touchdowns just doesn't happen often to him.
Apropos of nothing, I really, really, really freakin' hate this new wave of Geico cavemen commercials.
My back is feeling much better this evening. We ended up staying home and reading the paper and then doing errands. Tonight we are having chili and wine and watching baseball. Overall, a very good Sunday, imho.
Ginger, I'm from the same school of time-keeping as you, so I feel particularly hypocritical - but I do always apologise! And I'm always sorrier than a sorry thing! (It's just...I'm remarkably incapable of learning from experience. Sometimes I successfully trick myself into being on time, but sometimes I just...don't.) If he were apologising, then it wouldn't be pissing me off so - it's the rudeness of showing up and not even acknowledging that the rest of us have been put out by him. Again.
Fay, that is beyond ridiculous. In my world, we're past "talking to" time and into "once more and you're out". But I was raised in hard-ass old-school theatre manners.
See, if we could replace him, then that might well be happening. But we're amateurs, and we had only a 6 week rehearsal period in the first place - now we've got two weeks before we're on stage. So kicking his tardy ass to the curb isn't an option, and we don't want him to get huffy and walk, because then we're screwed. We just want him to, you know, come to rehearsals. In a reasonably timely fashion. Or, if he isn't going to be able to make it, to phone and tell someone. Or answer his phone, when the Stage Manager is ringing him to find out where he is.
Ack.
Okay, venting over. First world woes, blah blah blah. Anyway, I'm a happy bunny because it's the half term holiday. Although I'm still at school, trying to sort out some of my shit. Um. But still - yay for leisurely days!
It's too bad he isn't playing a Mr. Exposition character - you could give his lines away to others and say, "Oh, did we forget to tell you? However could that have happened, I'm sure we discussed that during rehearsal."
JZ and I saw a stage adaptation of "The Monk" last night, which was as entirely baroquely gothic as one would expect. Most enjoyable.
Oh, cool! Rana's in that. As I'm sure you knew. Heh. My friend Dan saw it last week.
If technology doesn't want to cooperate, can I not have to do anything?
t /firstworldwoes
Aside from that, had a lovely most-of-weekend catching up on sleep and relaxing. Next weekend I hope to go out and play some! Daisy Jane, got any plans? Oh, and rumor has it I'm getting Wednesday off (day after opening) and thinking of hitting the Fort Worth Art Museum and the impressionist exhibit. Can you escape from work?
I watched no sports this weekend. Hope all the right teams won. Kisses for the various ouchies. Safe and sane travels for Sparky.
I worked all weekend, but sat outside enjoying cool breezes last evening and slept with the windows open! I'll have to close up again today, but it was a special treat.
Why grammar is important, part 930:
"After being found guilty of murdering his wife and two children, the jury is considering whether to impose the death penalty."
Sigh.
The combination of being unable to fall asleep until after 2 and then waking up at 5 = gronk².
(Too gronked to superscript the first time.)
The gronk is, indeed, mighty.
I woke up with a headache this morning. However, I have coffee, so all hope is not lost. As a method of distraction, while waiting for said coffee, I scrubbed out my kitchen trash receptable. That's just a little too motivated for being undercaffinated.
I come from the Ginger, Fay and others school of timekeeping. My daughter finds it most frustrating, so through her scolding loving prompting, I at least show up for my hair appointments on time.