I came over to voice my condolences about BC to my people. He will be missed,
And then I was super far behind and had to catch up, so also, thanks everyone, about the Biscuit. I am a fucking wreck over it. Didn't quite twig to exactly how much of my routine was tied up with him, and am struggling to restructure my days.
Wtf. Accusing a teacher of being a communist is still a THING?!
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How about some silly and absurd? Yes? In today's rehearsal report I learned that the one-man show currently in rehearsal managed to use two rehearsal rooms this afternoon. Also, the SM team has requested a 25'6" phone cord.
I've known BC for more than half of my adult life. He was six months younger than me.
I wish I had words, especially for you, Drew (and Pix, and Sean. And all who held him dear).
I've been up for almost three hours. There were (are) errands to run before the weekend, but, you know, it's not really going to happen today.
For the moment at least I need to try to shake it off. I have a first past design review for a project that is going into China later this year at 10 tomorrow morning. I'm going to need to be on my game for that. Right now I'm just not ready to sleep.
I hope that you are able to. Sleep can be a mercy, as the reality is going to be there tomorrow, too. And good luck with the review.
And with that, I might as well face the day. There's a place to clean a bit and I need to go to my parents and help them for a few hours.
Drew, good luck getting some balance of mind to do the work that needs to be done, and the rest that you need.
Shir, I'm glad to see you, even for just a little bit.
Glad to see you too, Andi. It's always good to see Buffistas.
I just ordered three Johnny Cash CDs. Maybe I shouldn't do this at 4:30 in the morning. But then again, it's American III, IV, and V. Something about his aged voice, the combination of vulnerability and power, is even more compelling than when he was in his prime.