brain hurt. Send upgraded model please. I'm trying to figure out the spring calendar for work. We have 3 shows in rotating repertory for a few months (rehearse show A, tech show A while rehearsing show B; then perform show A while teching show B and rehearsing show C; then perform show A & B while teching show C; then perform all 3 shows). Then in the middle of all that, we start a rehearse/tech/perform another show on the big stage downstairs. I get the feeling sleep will be a luxury come Feb 17 - Apr 23, 2010.
That sounds like my work calendar! Stuff A goes out while B is developed while gathering assets for C while D is being planned.
It's making it hard to remember which week I'm in.
It's making it hard to remember which week I'm in.
Hell week(s). It will be very reminiscent of the schedule at my old theater.
I'm all for Plantagenets! As long as it's Eleanor, and she looks like Kate Hepburn.
Aims, you really need to go to my uni graduation with me next year. I'll let you go up and collect my diploma from HRH The Princess Royal.
(awww, turns out that "little" Princess Beatrice is now attending Goldsmiths, my alma mater)
::wanders in, faceplants, holds hand out pitifully in hopes that a Strong Drink will magically appear::
Lord y'all, I'm skippity skipping. Just assume that anyone who needs hugs, snuggles, and/or gropes is getting them from me.
After eleven/twelve straight hours yesterday of the deification of my father (complete with an attempt at Big Guilt, which, WTF?), today's menu had us moving on to the Prince of Darkness, featuring the immortal quote, "I never knew bipolar people could be so difficult."
Considering I was driving at the time, it's a miracle we didn't end up in a ditch. I've been pretty good about the noncommittal murmured reply because seriously, I don't want to engage, but that one actually got a completely spontaneous, "What?!" from me. I mean, first off, my brother's not just bipolar, he's really, really freakin' bipolar who went undiagnosed for entirely too long because of an enabling mother. Add in drug abuse and I suspect a healthy shot of paranoid schizophrenia, really the bipolar is just the tip of the iceberg.
And then she tried to pin it on the fact that he didn't like sleeping alone when he was a little boy.
Right, then.
She's reduced me to blasting Eric Carmen's "All By Myself" just out of sheer desperation and wishful thinking.
This is exactly the sort of thing that gives me hope for the future.
The thread is making me feel all warm and fuzzy now. When I see the change in attitudes from my parents' generation to my kids' generation it is encouraging. (except when I slip up and read comments in inappropriate places then my hopes are dashed again)
Oh Barb, very strong beverages, gropes, hugs, and an unlimited supply of cabana boys for you.
Laura, according an NPR story I heard yesterday, a very high percentage of the anti-healthcare reform group is over 65. Ironically they don't want government to interfere with their MediCare. SMH! In any case, those most resistant to change will eventually die.
