You folks know what is great? I wandered up to my neighborhood sidewalk sale on Saturday and ran into msbelle and we got to shop together.

Fan-fucking-tastic!

I remember when we ran into Sumi on the streets of Chicago: "Are you....Buffistas?"

not the dog

My sister's dog Gina loved coffee. Portland hipster dog, liked to hand out at Stumptown and drink out of any cups that were left unguarded and in reach

Aw, lisah and msbelle!

"Historically" doing a lot of heavy lifting in that sentence!

Indeed! The conversation was about garbage people, so.

You folks know what is great? I wandered up to my neighborhood sidewalk sale on Saturday and ran into msbelle and we got to shop together.

That IS great!

In fact, she just turned 9!

Oh wow.

Timelies all!

So far, this week has been rather busy at work. Lots of patient samples to process, including a good number of samples we didn't know were coming.

My biggest reference faux pas involved a student actor (who ended up being the star of the musical Bat Out Of Hell). For some reason the designer of that particular show alway made me talk to this actor about difficult things (like how to tuck his penis, which I actually had to google and was quite embarrassing). So the designer custom made a hair piece to match his hair. The problem is that the picture he used was from the summer and his hair was much lighter. So we bought a wig. It was not great, so it was my job to give him a choice, but really to convince him to dye his hair. So I presented it, and he said something like “This is a really hard choice”. And to lighten the mood, I said “yeah, it is a real Sophie’s Choice”. And he said “What’s a Sophie’s Choice?” And I wanted the ground to eat me.

I also think it is sort of weird that I have had so many awkward, embarrassing and weird moments with pretty much the only successful professional actor to ever come out of the program. I can think of at least seven more. He did sort of imprint on me like some sort of baby bird, and I was pretty much his personal dresser for four years, which I never really did for anyone else. But despite having conversations about his penis, showering him (we don’t have a shower, so when actors either need to be cleaned or wet we had to rig up a hose pool bucket situation) I still feel the most embarrassed about the inappropriate Sophie’s Choice joke.

At least your Sophie's Choice joke wasn't about his dick in some way.

You folks know what is great? I wandered up to my neighborhood sidewalk sale on Saturday and ran into msbelle and we got to shop together.

Localistas for the win!

I had my annual (that I make every three years) checkup today. My blood pressure was notably higher than before. (Not dangerously, ‘cause it’s usually super low, but changes matter. ) After discussing things a bit we established that I’m quiet angry about a number of things, all the time. None of which I can fix. Which isn’t news, but I don’t think I’d said it out loud to another human before. Anyway, I’ll be looking into therapists.

angry about a number of things, all the time

Don't turn green!

At least your Sophie's Choice joke wasn't about his dick in some way.

That is very true.