After a pretty amazing night at a theme party telling February to go fornicate with itself, my mother drove up to switch cars with me. She is taking my car south because it gets better mileage. My co-worker Becca also stayed the night so she didn't have to drive back home at two in the morning. We all went out to breakfast.
The diner we visited I especially like because before they even greet your table they give you a whole pot of coffee, just for you. Usually, they also give a pitcher or water. My mom does not drink coffee. When our server came with the coffee but no water I politely asked, "Could we also get a pitcher of water?" He came back with, "Well THAT depends, you want hot water in that pitcher? Or cold?"
I'm not a big fan of the 'jokey' waiter right out of the gate. It's the weekend, it's early, I'm clearly tired and hungry. Let's try and build a rapport before you shoot smart ass comments at me. So I respond the only way I know how, a dry smart ass comment.
"I'd actually prefer it tepid."
The only word I can use to describe his face is chagrined. He wanted a giggle and a straight answer. He didn't know what he was getting with me, a girl who only wanted her eggs. He storms away and returns with three water cups. Mine has maybe an inch of water in the glass.
My, my.
2/25/2011
Awkwardness - Clumsily or unskillfully performed
As seems to be the theme with me of late, I didn't sleep well the other night.
I was in a hotel, it was raining. Rain is the perfect thing to get me sleepy. Then, 4:27 rolls around and I am what I can only describe as rocketed awake by very loud country music. I assume the alarm in the room next to me has gone off. Now that I am awake I have to use the WC and from thereon out things went downhill. I tossed and turned for the next two or so hours finally achieving sleep for a mere half hour before being woken up by my own alarm.
Foreseeing the need for excessive caffeine that day I stop at a Speedway to grab a coke, coffee, and a red bull for when things start to get really bad. If I ration these out throughout the next 8 hours or so, I just might make it.
During my orientation I kindly let everyone know about my dilemma stating, "If I'm a little loopy, you can blame the Froggy 101 station that went off next door two hours before I was supposed to get up."
One of the activities in my show deals with snakes. How to identify them, tell if they are venomous, etc. With my filter switched off for the day I maintain I had no control over the following words that escaped from my brain through my mouth.
"The big thing we want to teach here is you should never get this close to a snake to tell if they are venomous or not. Kids should learn to just leave wild snakes alone and not capture them and fling them around like my cousin Kevin did when he was a kid." This gets a laugh. I follow with a poignant pause and say, "Yeah....I miss him."
How uncomfortable.
I was in a hotel, it was raining. Rain is the perfect thing to get me sleepy. Then, 4:27 rolls around and I am what I can only describe as rocketed awake by very loud country music. I assume the alarm in the room next to me has gone off. Now that I am awake I have to use the WC and from thereon out things went downhill. I tossed and turned for the next two or so hours finally achieving sleep for a mere half hour before being woken up by my own alarm.
Foreseeing the need for excessive caffeine that day I stop at a Speedway to grab a coke, coffee, and a red bull for when things start to get really bad. If I ration these out throughout the next 8 hours or so, I just might make it.
During my orientation I kindly let everyone know about my dilemma stating, "If I'm a little loopy, you can blame the Froggy 101 station that went off next door two hours before I was supposed to get up."
One of the activities in my show deals with snakes. How to identify them, tell if they are venomous, etc. With my filter switched off for the day I maintain I had no control over the following words that escaped from my brain through my mouth.
"The big thing we want to teach here is you should never get this close to a snake to tell if they are venomous or not. Kids should learn to just leave wild snakes alone and not capture them and fling them around like my cousin Kevin did when he was a kid." This gets a laugh. I follow with a poignant pause and say, "Yeah....I miss him."
How uncomfortable.
2/23/2011
Meta - transcending, or going above and beyond
DnD Night! I drove almost two hours from West Virginia and was in an incredibly manic mood.
During the encounter we came upon some statues that transferred players between two identical locations. At first I'm alone then somehow I summon Casey to my side. After a few checks I identify the statue as such:
"I think you can only travel between locations one way. It's like Terminator time travel. Wait, crap! That movie hasn't come out yet."
I spent the remainder of the night tickled by the idea of a meta rpg character.
During the encounter we came upon some statues that transferred players between two identical locations. At first I'm alone then somehow I summon Casey to my side. After a few checks I identify the statue as such:
"I think you can only travel between locations one way. It's like Terminator time travel. Wait, crap! That movie hasn't come out yet."
I spent the remainder of the night tickled by the idea of a meta rpg character.
2/19/2011
Excitment - exhilaration: the feeling of lively and cheerful joy
Words cannot begin to describe the work day I had today.
I will try later. Pictures will suffice for now.
2/15/2011
Midi-Chlorian - a stupid explanation
While working at my desk today, I decide to take a quick facebook break and stretch my sore muscles. I read the following status update from Nicole, one of my supervisors.
EVEN LATER! We are prepping for a show and have a school with two different classes participating in one session. We are coming up with ideas of what to call the two different classes.
These include:
Alpha and Beta
Venture Bros and the Guild of Calamitous Intent
Jedi and Sith Lord
Giraffes and Panda
and my personal favorite
Seperatists and The Galactic Republic
2/13/2011
Alone - Considered separately from all others of the same class
I wonder what it says of me that I gave up a night of gay bar hopping with my wonderful roommate to go back home and discuss Dune with Brandon.
Whatever it says, I like it. I had fun. That book is fucking good.
Now I'm going to go to the movies, alone. Then when that's done I think I'll sit in my fort and watch streaming Netflix while doing laundry, alone. The makings of an awesome Sunday.
Whatever it says, I like it. I had fun. That book is fucking good.
Now I'm going to go to the movies, alone. Then when that's done I think I'll sit in my fort and watch streaming Netflix while doing laundry, alone. The makings of an awesome Sunday.
2/07/2011
Shame - cause to be ashamed
The following conversation takes place during Youtube Monday. A time where we intermittently watch the latest in movie trailers and oh-so-hilarious videos.
*The boys watch a trailer for Transformers The Dark Side of the Moon.*
Derek: This looks legit.
Chris: Yeah and no Megan Fox. It's like a win-win.
Joe: You know what I'm also excited for? Cowboys and Aliens.
Me: *butting in* You know what I'M excited for!? Jane Eyre. *I hold up my hands for high-fives* Am I right guys? *They cast a shaming silence onto me, then continue as if I had not spoken*
Joe: Also! New Daniel Craig movie?
Other things I'm excited for:
Uninterrupted Dune listening time.
Having a working computer on the road.
Seeing EG for Hire for lunch today.
Things I'm not excited for:
Going to Cleveland.
My fast developing hacking cough. This punch in the chest feeling has transformed into a pack a day smoker cough.
*The boys watch a trailer for Transformers The Dark Side of the Moon.*
Derek: This looks legit.
Chris: Yeah and no Megan Fox. It's like a win-win.
Joe: You know what I'm also excited for? Cowboys and Aliens.
Me: *butting in* You know what I'M excited for!? Jane Eyre. *I hold up my hands for high-fives* Am I right guys? *They cast a shaming silence onto me, then continue as if I had not spoken*
Joe: Also! New Daniel Craig movie?
Other things I'm excited for:
Uninterrupted Dune listening time.
Having a working computer on the road.
Seeing EG for Hire for lunch today.
Things I'm not excited for:
Going to Cleveland.
My fast developing hacking cough. This punch in the chest feeling has transformed into a pack a day smoker cough.
2/03/2011
Fitful - Active or occurring spasmodically or intermittently; not regular or steady
The past two days at work we've had no programs. Our presenter can't get out of his driveway because of all the ice. I spent almost two hours yesterday checking inventory and listening to Dune on tape. I can only listen to books for so long before my brain is slowly turns to mush.
The past three nights have gone as follows:
Round three in the morning I wake up and have to pee.
For the next three minutes or so I lay in my bed trying to calculate how badly I have to pee and weigh the pros and cons of getting up versus just falling back to sleep and possibly peeing my bed.
Eventually I get up, trying not to look at any clocks and head to the bathroom. My feet are cold because I don't like wearing socks to bed. I hate wearing socks, it feels like I'm suffocating my feet. I miss wearing flip flops everywhere.
The past three nights as I look out the bathroom window I've seen the salt truck passing down our street, it's lights flashing.
I then get back into my semi warm bed that has quickly grown colder and attempt to force myself back to sleep.
Then I notice my mouth is dry.
I take a drink of water.
My chest still hurts. The last two days whenever I breath I feel bruised like someone punched my chest from the inside.
I cough. Take a shot of my inhaler.
Wait, why is Whoomp There It Is stuck in my head?
The past three nights this dance has continued till an unspecified time when eventually I fall back into a fitful sleep. As I wake up a few hours later to my phone alarm I consider calling in sick. Or calling in sleepy. But, at last, I get out and make coffee.
Today my coffee is bad.
The past three nights have gone as follows:
Round three in the morning I wake up and have to pee.
For the next three minutes or so I lay in my bed trying to calculate how badly I have to pee and weigh the pros and cons of getting up versus just falling back to sleep and possibly peeing my bed.
Eventually I get up, trying not to look at any clocks and head to the bathroom. My feet are cold because I don't like wearing socks to bed. I hate wearing socks, it feels like I'm suffocating my feet. I miss wearing flip flops everywhere.
The past three nights as I look out the bathroom window I've seen the salt truck passing down our street, it's lights flashing.
I then get back into my semi warm bed that has quickly grown colder and attempt to force myself back to sleep.
Then I notice my mouth is dry.
I take a drink of water.
My chest still hurts. The last two days whenever I breath I feel bruised like someone punched my chest from the inside.
I cough. Take a shot of my inhaler.
Wait, why is Whoomp There It Is stuck in my head?
The past three nights this dance has continued till an unspecified time when eventually I fall back into a fitful sleep. As I wake up a few hours later to my phone alarm I consider calling in sick. Or calling in sleepy. But, at last, I get out and make coffee.
Today my coffee is bad.
1/31/2011
Marriage - what brings us together today
"It's alive! IT'S ALLLLIIIIIIIIVVVEEEE!" Said as I plug my shiny new computer cord in and see that beautiful blue power light come on.
I am, once more, connected to the world.
It's odd, being without something one is so used to. I saw so many funny things over those two days, gone from memory now since I didn't have anything to type on and am too lazy to actually write anything out with my hands. I've always been poor at writing out anything, my brain moves too fast and my hands can't keep up. Or I write down something I'm hearing in place of what I'm actually thinking. That last thing it partially my own fault because I'm always under this impression that a much more interesting conversation is occurring nearby me. I could be talking face to face with Nick and really tuning into a discussion happening at the next table, maybe they have an interesting story. Maybe I could chime in...
Who are we kidding, I would die before actually engaging. I'm just a busybody.
One issue with this is that whenever too many people begin talking at once, I have a mini panic attack. I don't know where to focus my energy and even if one of these loud voices is directed at me I can't make it out. I don't do well in bars because of this. I wonder if this is because I am antisocial or if I'm antisocial because of this.
Recently I've also started to realize I can't read signals to save my life. In the not so distant past a friend informed me a boy was crushing on me pretty hard for about a year. My initial response was one of the WHAT!? variety. I had no clue. We had done plays together and became friends. Not good friends. More of, "Hey we have the same major. Let's chat together at parties." After my vehement denial of this apparent fact the friend gave several instances where this crush made himself known. I remember one of them very well.
I was in the green room, full of people, prepping for a show. I had my dinner ready for me, some various snacks I had stolen from the trunk of my car where I used to keep my food and a PB&J sandwich I had made the night before. This boy sits on the couches across the room and starts chatting with someone else, bemoaning the fact that he didn't have time to grab dinner for that night. For some reason Theatre kids are terrible at eating food on a regular schedule. I offer him my sandwich which he happily accepts.
"Wow. This is pretty good actually." He pauses, examining the sandwich, "Did you put peanut butter on both slices of bread?"
"Yeah. It keeps the jelly from making the bread all soggy."
"That's...ingenious. Well thank you for giving up part of your dinner. You didn't have to do that."
"Well I most likely wasn't going to eat it anyway. I made two last night, overestimating my hunger and ended up eating one in my bed while watching 30 Rock and drinking red wine."
He then gives me this look, it's very quick, almost like he's trying to visualize me doing this. This amusement comes over his face and a quick burst of laughter escapes his mouth and he sputters.
"Oh my god..............Will you marry me?"
I am, once more, connected to the world.
It's odd, being without something one is so used to. I saw so many funny things over those two days, gone from memory now since I didn't have anything to type on and am too lazy to actually write anything out with my hands. I've always been poor at writing out anything, my brain moves too fast and my hands can't keep up. Or I write down something I'm hearing in place of what I'm actually thinking. That last thing it partially my own fault because I'm always under this impression that a much more interesting conversation is occurring nearby me. I could be talking face to face with Nick and really tuning into a discussion happening at the next table, maybe they have an interesting story. Maybe I could chime in...
Who are we kidding, I would die before actually engaging. I'm just a busybody.
One issue with this is that whenever too many people begin talking at once, I have a mini panic attack. I don't know where to focus my energy and even if one of these loud voices is directed at me I can't make it out. I don't do well in bars because of this. I wonder if this is because I am antisocial or if I'm antisocial because of this.
Recently I've also started to realize I can't read signals to save my life. In the not so distant past a friend informed me a boy was crushing on me pretty hard for about a year. My initial response was one of the WHAT!? variety. I had no clue. We had done plays together and became friends. Not good friends. More of, "Hey we have the same major. Let's chat together at parties." After my vehement denial of this apparent fact the friend gave several instances where this crush made himself known. I remember one of them very well.
I was in the green room, full of people, prepping for a show. I had my dinner ready for me, some various snacks I had stolen from the trunk of my car where I used to keep my food and a PB&J sandwich I had made the night before. This boy sits on the couches across the room and starts chatting with someone else, bemoaning the fact that he didn't have time to grab dinner for that night. For some reason Theatre kids are terrible at eating food on a regular schedule. I offer him my sandwich which he happily accepts.
"Wow. This is pretty good actually." He pauses, examining the sandwich, "Did you put peanut butter on both slices of bread?"
"Yeah. It keeps the jelly from making the bread all soggy."
"That's...ingenious. Well thank you for giving up part of your dinner. You didn't have to do that."
"Well I most likely wasn't going to eat it anyway. I made two last night, overestimating my hunger and ended up eating one in my bed while watching 30 Rock and drinking red wine."
He then gives me this look, it's very quick, almost like he's trying to visualize me doing this. This amusement comes over his face and a quick burst of laughter escapes his mouth and he sputters.
"Oh my god..............Will you marry me?"
1/26/2011
Luminescent - The light so emitted
I am under the impression that wanting to sleep a lot might mean you are depressed. Though I'm slowly tricking my brain into thinking I'm just 'catching up' from the four years of poor sleep habits fueled by endless rehearsals, work and attempting to be a sociable human being. Or I could just be seasonally depressed.
Any other day I could look this up on a resourceful website like wikipedia or about.com. Not this morning though.
I woke up to the sounds of our fourth roommate moving out. I had set my alarm for much later hoping to be able to sleep in this morning. But it was almost 10 so I can't begrudge her that. 10 is a perfectly reasonable time to move out. So instead I sat up and pulled out my computer hoping to clear some more disk space so I could transfer some files to my computer. Last night Brandon gave me Dune audio books that would be perfect for me to listen to while I travel to the exotic locales of Akron, Bolivar and Mingo Junction (it's a real town, look it up).
Hoping to at least get the first book on Dudley, my ipod, I start to mess with my power cord. This is the second cord I've had for this laptop. The first, after five years of use decided one day it'd be a great idea to stop supplying power so I bought an off brand replacement in the meantime until I could save up the money for a proper new computer. Funny story though, this cord is starting to suck too. I have to create just the right amount of tension and tuck the cord under the laptop to get that little blue power light to go on.
However, this morning no matter what I did the light just wouldn't come on. I look closer, squinting without my glasses on and see that one side of the cord has been completely stripped. Little golden copper wires are sticking up in all directions and resemble a child's hair if they were to put a fork into an electrical socket. Without a second thought I smooth out the wires with my nail and begin to attempt a reconnect when sparks, literally, fly.
In retrospect this sounds like a dumb thing to do. But in my job we operate under the idea that you can fix almost anything that is broken with a little gumption and ingenuity. That and duct tape. I did this multiple times with electric conductor detectors in the energy show, so why shouldn't it work now? Though on further thought this may be the reason I've been sitting on a power cord with exposed wiring for a few months now.
Any other day I could look this up on a resourceful website like wikipedia or about.com. Not this morning though.
I woke up to the sounds of our fourth roommate moving out. I had set my alarm for much later hoping to be able to sleep in this morning. But it was almost 10 so I can't begrudge her that. 10 is a perfectly reasonable time to move out. So instead I sat up and pulled out my computer hoping to clear some more disk space so I could transfer some files to my computer. Last night Brandon gave me Dune audio books that would be perfect for me to listen to while I travel to the exotic locales of Akron, Bolivar and Mingo Junction (it's a real town, look it up).
Hoping to at least get the first book on Dudley, my ipod, I start to mess with my power cord. This is the second cord I've had for this laptop. The first, after five years of use decided one day it'd be a great idea to stop supplying power so I bought an off brand replacement in the meantime until I could save up the money for a proper new computer. Funny story though, this cord is starting to suck too. I have to create just the right amount of tension and tuck the cord under the laptop to get that little blue power light to go on.
However, this morning no matter what I did the light just wouldn't come on. I look closer, squinting without my glasses on and see that one side of the cord has been completely stripped. Little golden copper wires are sticking up in all directions and resemble a child's hair if they were to put a fork into an electrical socket. Without a second thought I smooth out the wires with my nail and begin to attempt a reconnect when sparks, literally, fly.
In retrospect this sounds like a dumb thing to do. But in my job we operate under the idea that you can fix almost anything that is broken with a little gumption and ingenuity. That and duct tape. I did this multiple times with electric conductor detectors in the energy show, so why shouldn't it work now? Though on further thought this may be the reason I've been sitting on a power cord with exposed wiring for a few months now.
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After the program, Nicole came to ask us what exactly midi-chlorian's were.
Me: Something made up by George Lucas as a horrible retcon.
Joe: Part of the three inadequate prequels to the original Star Wars trilogy.
We then tag team in giving a very brief description of midi-chlorian's that I won't bore you with. Suffice to say Nicole looks more confused than when we began.
Nicole: How do you know that?
Me: Well....because we're nerds..
We then move on to other topics but later I butt in with,
"But actually wouldn't the force still be a non-contact force? Because yes, the midi-chlorian's control the force, but they are in your blood and give you the power to use the force. So it could still be considered a non-contact force."
Ever later when we are eating lunch and Joe and I are trolling through our everyday sites we come upon today's Teefury shirt, which says, 'Han shot first'.
Joe: How appropriate. But didn't Greedo shoot first?
No worries I already put him out of his misery.
Even later we are still harping on the first three movies and I show Joe the following video.