the teagler

Long Awaited Meme

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 01:56:30 GMT

I'm sitting up at Leech Lake in Northern Minnesota (ickiest lake name in the area, by the way) with my mom, brother and Pechous, and watching Matt update his LJ stuff I realized that I hadn't updated in nigh on forever, and there was a letter meme waiting for me out there on the internet.
So, without futher ado...

- Comment and I'll give you a letter.
- You'll then have to list 10 things you love that begin with that letter.
- You may choose to do it at your journal or leave a comment here.
- Afterward, post this in your journal and give out some letters of your own.

I have been given the letter "I"

1. Ice Cream - I'm now moved into my duplex in Minneapolis, which is conveniently located just a few blocks away from Sebastian Joe's ice cream parlour which is fantastically delicious and full of wonders. I had a chocolate dipped waffle cone of "Bananas Foster" and I just about melted with joy.

2. Igloo - My family recently adopted a dog named Misty (who now, thanks to my mom, spells her name Mysstea. Thanks Mom), and she brought with her a big plastic igloo. Apparently the two dogs rarely leave it, which I understand fully. Ben built an igloo sophomore year and had I the chance, I wouldn't have left it either. I probably would have died of exposure though. Oops.

3. Ikea - I have a sweet desk and dresser courtesy of those convenient particle-board lovin' swedes. God bless my people and their inexpensive meatballs.

4. Indigo - It's a lovely color and starts with an I. This is a hard letter

5. Illicit beers - It's been tough at times to spend so much time with my family, but every once in a while, M & I get a little time to ourselves, and we try to take some advantage of it. When we were sent out into Rural Minnesota to try and find suitable pizza, we ordered the pizza then secretly enjoyed beers at the bar while it cooked, and let me tell you, Leinenkugel Honey Weiss has never tasted so sweet.

6. Idiocy in Turtle form- We spent a good part of yesterday afternoon in Longville watching the town's weekly "Turtle Race" . M made it to the championship heat with Mikhail, the former turtle racing champion of the soviet union. Mine was named Cturtlu and his victory would have brought madness upon all the children participating.

7.Independence - I am super scared and super excited to be living on my own, and vacationing with the family has just made me more eager to leave. I'm really excited to live with ben and james and eat off my new plates and use my new desk and organize my new bookshelf and be on my own. That being said, I'm completely terrified. But everyone is, and now that everyone and their mother will be in Minneapolis next fall, I'm sure we'll do fine.

8. Itchiness - Okay, I don't love it, but I'm covered in like 30 mosquito bites and it's impossible not to write that I-word down.

9. Iguanadons - I freakin' love dinosaurs! And my dinosaur related stand up is now online! You can find it on youtube, or embedded here on my blog.

10. Important Friendships - Graduation was so anticlimatic. Between family and pechous family and visitors and people leaving essentially forever, I feel like there were so many people I let slip through my fingers, which is really sad, but fortunately, there are many people I still get to hold on to and I have no doubt that the people who are most important to me will continue to be a part of my life, and that means the world.

Aww, graduation makes you sappy and nostalgic. Also, all the good I words mean bad things. Stupid letter "I"

Sun, 27 Jan 2008 18:58:14 GMT

So Matt as way off on guessing

Your Score: Jaime Lannister

You scored 300 Adaptability, 320 Humor, 240 Integrity and 210 Activity!

There are no men like me. There is only me.

You are Jaime Lannister.

Also known as The Kingslayer, you are a complex person. You are easily amused and, much like your brother Tyrion, you aren't one to keep your considerable wit to yourself. People tend to think you're arrogant and morally bankrupt, but you do have your own kind of integrity. You are very loyal to those you involve yourself with and you are far more insightful about yourself than people realize. Unfortunately, you are also far more confused about yourself than people realize. You are physically active and you are willing to work extremely hard to overcome obstacles. You are undeniably gutsy, though you can also be cocky and impulsive. You are quick-witted, complicated, and badass.

You are also similar to Tyrion Lannister and Sandor Clegane. Your polar opposite is Catelyn Stark.

Link: The Song of Ice and Fire Personality Test written by freedomdegrees on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test
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Life's been pretty good. We just had a crazy theater progressive last night that ended with a whole bunch of drunk shirtless freshmen, as all progressives should. The Laundromat show I'm helping with is finally taking shape into something sort of cohesive and definitely fun. I think I might be doing a voiceover cameo in a scene with ben. It should be awesome.

Stuff that I'm Nervous about:
-Stand Up next week. I really don't have enough written. Hopefully I'll get my routine done this afternoon
-Comps. Sent out another email to more folks I'm fishing for. I get the sneaking suspicion that I'm forgetting something important, and I don't know that the department will be looking out for me. At least it isn't until spring term and the folks I already have on board are stellar. The one thing that really breaks my heart, is that when I was first reading the play (Love of the Nightingale by Timberlake Wertenbaker), I heard a specific actor's voice in my head for the main role, completely unconsciously, and I just found out that she'll be off campus in spring. Dammit...
-Back stuff. I've been hurting in weird places and the physical therapist hasn't called me back. : (

Happy Things
-Matt is coming up next week for midwinter ball. Holy crap I am so excited
-My playwriting teacher is friends with the folks at the guthrie dramaturgical and literary departments, and she may be able to get me a meeting with them
-Matt is coming up next week for midwinter ball
-My birthday is next week! And my mom sent a bunch of party supplies, including a three and a half foot tall inflatable donkey for pin the tail on the donkey. Seriously. Actually I don't know how happy a giant inflatable donkey is. Mostly confusing. We'll see when it's blown up. She also got me every episode of the twilight zone ever made on dvd. I'm pretty stoked
-Matt's coming up next week! And he'll be here for the birthday party
-I just found Mad Men, the AMC show set in the early 60s in an ad agency and it's marvelous
-Almost as marvelous as Matt coming up next week.

yay personality tests!

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 14:38:12 GMT

So matt sent me the results of this personality test thing and I took it instead of continuing to study for Walter's class, and parts definitely seem accurate. It's based on medieval medical theory, which is why everything sounds so icky (Phlegmatic? ewwww)

Your Score: Sanguine Choleric

42 Sanguine, 28 Melancholy, 50 Choleric, 14 Phlegmatic

Hail to you who is Sanguine Choleric!

The enthusiastic inspiration to act!

The gift of humor when we're heavy hearted.

The firm control when others ar losing theirs.

The grip of leadership to head us to the positive.

The confidence & energy to bring an idea to fruition.

The creativity and charm and make things happen.

The willingness to take a chance in a doubtful situation.

The enthusiasm and energy to start over and over again.

The urge to "take arms against a sea of troubles by opposing them."

So, hmm, are you by any chance outgoing, optimistic & outspoken? Talk much? Yeah, you are awesome. Your two personality types balance the extremes of work and play. You are adept at directing others and making them enjoy their work. Will you be my new boss? How cool is it that you are goal oriented and fun loving (what a cool goal!). Okay, so let's look at these two temperments seperately:

Here is what is totally awesome about Sanguines:

You are enthusiastic, excitable, the life of the party, talkative, a story teller, cheerful, sincere, wide eyed & innocent, curious, emotional, demonstrative, and fun. You are adaptable, you live in the present, and you have a good sense of humor. In your workplace, you think up new activities,volunteer for jobs, start in a flashy way, inspire others to join, charm others to work, look great on the surface, have boundless energy, and you are creative and colorful. As a friend you make friends easily, love people, turn disaster into humor, thrive on compliments, seem exciting, are envied by others, don't hold grudges, apologize quickly, prevent dull moments & like spontaneous activities.

Let's add to that the Choleric strengths:

You are a born leader, strong willed, active, dynamic, decisive, not easily discouraged, unemotional, independent, self-sufficent, confident, with a compulsive need for change & to correct wrongs, and you can run anything. At work you are goal oriented, you see the whole picture, seek practical solutions, quickly move into action, delegate, organize well, insist on production, stimulate activity and thrive on opposition. As a friend, you have less need for friends than other temperments. You'll work for group activity, lead, organize, and you excell in emergencies. You are usually right.

And on that note though, let's look at your weaknesses. Yes, let's:

Cholerics have standard and well known weaknesses:

First of all you don't think there is anything wrong with you. You think you are always right, so you can't be wrong. You'll probably think the following aren't even weaknesses. You are impatient, impetuous, inflexible, unsympathetic, bossy, quick tempered, dominating, and too busy. You can't relax, you won't let others relax, you like to argue, you won't give up when you are losing, you won't admit you are wrong, and basically you come on too strong. In the workplace, you have little tolerance for mistakes, you don't compliment others instead you are rude and tactless, you make rash decisions by glossing over details (unless you have a melancholly edge to you), you are manipulative & demanding. As a friend you tend to use people, dominate, decide for others, know everything, think you can do everything better than everyone else, be unapologetic, and be too independent.

Add to that your Sanguine excesses:

You are a compulsive talker who exaggerates, elaborates, dwells on trivia, gets lost in tangents, and can't remember names. You scare others off, has too much energy for some, you have a loud voice, a loud laugh, and you seem phony to some. You are egotistical, naive, easily angered, immature, frenetic, restless, and disorganized. At work you are forgetful, don't follow through, undisciplined, your priorities are out of order, you would rather talk than work, you decide by feelings, easily distracted, and your confidence fades fast. As a friend you hate to be alone, need to be center stage, want credit, want to be liked and wants to be popular. You dominate conversations, interrupts and don't listen, you answer for others, repeat stories, make excuses and your are fickle.

Okay, so try your best not to be an impatient bossy person who doesn't know what they're talking about, interrupting others & monopolizing conversations. You have the capacity to be great and awesome, and usually you are. People love to get involved in your plans. You are adventure, you are interesting, you make everything HAPPEN! Without you everyone just sits around and plans what to do, but never does it. Learn how to accept the even-keeled input of melancholy's and sanguines and you can go anywhere.

Curious about the 4 temperment types?

here are links to the 4 basic results you can get.

Phlegmatic

Choleric

Melancholy

Sanguine

Link: The Personality Plus Profiler Test written by mahdroo on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

where the hell has the time gone?

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 04:57:37 GMT

A friend of Mr. Pechous once said that vodka was the ninja of liquor, and I think sixth weekend is the ninja of Carleton. It sort of sneaks up on you.

I was definitely hanging in there- I was on top of my work, mostly; on top of my lines, mostly; and finding time to hang with friends and watch "America's Next Top Model." I even enjoyed a wonderful midterm break.

But it turns out that everything was waiting around the corner to ambush me.

My first big journal project for DWiles' voice class is due Saturday, which means I need to take the half hearted notes I scribbled in my lagniappe and turn them into a comprehensive self reflection and evaluation. Plus, there's a big drafting project and midterm in the terriby disorganized tech theater class, and the crazy huge field-mapping essay on sound cinema for film theory, that Carol is planning on publishing, has a first draft due in 2 weeks and I've done barely any work.

Actually, the homework bitching isn't too bad. I just need to buckle down and do it, the real kicker is next wednesday when Mr. Marmalade goes into its final dress rehearsal, and Ben and I turn around and run to the cave to do our stand up. Aah! It's like a week away, and I've got maybe 30 seconds of material, none of which is formed into coherent anything. Plus, I'm really shaky on the second half of my Mr. Marmalade lines.

By the way, go see Mr. Marmalade next weekend. I play a 4 year old with an imaginary friend who doesn't have time for her. My mom's coming up to see it, too actually, which gets me a little worried because the show is super freaking dark, and I don't know quite how she'll react. The good thing is, she isn't coming in until Friday, so I can still talk about how she guilt trips the dogs on Wednesday.

But, looking back over it, it's manageable. well, if I stop procrastinating on live journal and get some real work done.

Maybe I should write a chelsea sketch...

Actual update

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 02:57:32 GMT

Wow, I haven't posted in forever and a half - so let's play catch-up!

First - I need to introduce the newest member of my family -

His name is Eddie, after Eddie Izzard, because of his sweet faux hawk and the patches around his eyes that look like eyeliner. He hasn't figured out carrots yet.

-I spent the summer in Northfield doing UNCO and cleaning up after rats and Ruth. It was an amazing experience and we pulled off some sweet-ass shows. You can check out our sweet blog - http://uncoblogs.blogspot.com for pictures and a video portion of the last show. I got to play Ann Deever in All My Sons and Lady F'in Bracknell in Importance of Being Earnest and directed a backstage farce called Moon Over Buffalo. I also got to know some amazing kids and made new friends and got closer to the friends I already had.

-The night of the last show, Max, Ben and I went up to a beer-specializing liquor store in Burnsville to make our gift beer basket for Allison our awesome tech advisor. It was pouring rain on the way back down, and a few cars ahead of us someone swerved off the road, bring traffic to a complete stop and my car couldn't swerve in time and we got into an accident. Ironically, Ben had belted the big box of beer in as a joke, and thank god because we would have either been a) shot full of beer bottle shards or b) covered in beer when the cops showed up. Everyone's okay - Max sprained his thumb so we had to change some of the fight choreography last minute and I'm still getting some neck pain, but the car is totalled. It was a 2000 Toyota Corolla I named Nancy drew because when I bought her, she had a mystery in the trunk, namely a big dark reddish stain, which the dealer insisted was coffee, but my mom and I weren't so sure. But, a month after I got it, it's gone. But I got back pretty much what I paid for it from the insurance, so that's a good thing.

-Went home to California, went to the state fair, drank wine with my mom, checked out my brother's new apartment in Sonoma.

-Just found out that I got cast as in Mr. Marmalade, the show Ben's directing this fall. I'm playing Lucy, who is 4 years old and has an imaginary friend named Mr. Marmalade who's a coke-addicted business man who doesn't have enough time for her. I get to wear a tutu!

-I'm going to be compsing in the spring, and I just got my front-runner play approved by Dwiles. It's called The Love of the Nightingale by Timberlake Wertenbaker. It's a modern reimagining of a Greek myth with strong feminist overtones. Now all that's left is getting it past Ruth. Sigh.

and that's about it for now. I'm reading a bunch of obscure film theory stuff and knitting a sweater (because I was jealous of Emily Ruff's sweet pirate sweater. I knit my baby brother the same sweater, but it might not get cold enough at his school for him to wear it : ( ) Actually, both Karen and I are knitting jealousy sweaters, it's pretty exciting. Yesterday we pretty much sat at home knitting and singing along to Chicago and drinking amaretto sours.

Dude, this is going to rock.

Another Meme (thanks Matt Cole)

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 20:49:49 GMT

I couldn't resist. I just finished "His Dark Materials" this summer and I'm way excited about the movie and I saw the illustrious Mr. Cole's entry and just had to:

eee! I gots a tiger!

but if you don't think I's should be a tiger, you can go and shift it, as I am apparently still a child, here

Tomorrow Night I shall be in Northfield and a senior.

hooray for song of ice and fire!

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 20:36:17 GMT

Your Score: House Targaryen

81% Dominant, 81% Extroverted, 54% Trustworthy

Ancient. Noble. Passionate to the point of insanity. Transcending lesser beings, you are of House Targaryen.

You are a dominant personality—in fact, you are the most dominant of all eight house types. You will not suffer yourself to be ignored. You will not suffer yourself to be ruled. The phrase "I will not suffer myself to _____!" was practically made for you. You are willful, arrogant, and exceedingly dangerous to screw with. With a temper like yours, anyone stupid enough to saunter into your line of fire won’t soon forget their mistake.

You are also extroverted, which means that everyone in the world knows exactly what your intentions are. Unlike your cohorts (who hide behind smiles and courtesies and court politics), you think of it as your birthright to come riding in on an enormous dragon, breathing fire and fucking your siblings. Hey, what you lack in subtlty, you make up in style!

Finally, you are trustworthy. Your absurd amounts of power and borderline psychosis are not used unjustly. Unlike many, your general aims are just and true. You were bred for rule, and the fact that you cannot rest until you are doing so is not your fault. If you make up your mind, it becomes reality. Never one for empty threats or vainglorious lies, you can only speak the truth. And the truth is "fire and blood."

Representative characters include: Daenerys Stormborn, Rhaegar Targaryen, and Viserys Targaryen

Similar Houses: Baratheon, Lannister,and Tully

Opposite House: Frey

When playing the game of thrones, you play it to the death.

Link: The Song of Ice and Fire House Test written by Geeky_Stripper on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

UNCOordinated

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 15:51:31 GMT

At 7:30 this morning, maintenance busted into Ruff and I's room in the Fac Club Annex and told us we weren't supposed to be there and security was coming to remove us.

We ended up talking them out of evicting us, showed them the RCRs that Res Life gave us, and dropped the name of the staff person who was supposed to be organizing it, and they left. They weren't mad, just confused.

Mr. Edmonson and myself, on the other hand, are livid.

This has been an absolute nightmare.

Initially, we were going to pick up keys from Res Life at nine and move in right away. Then, the day of, our move-in time was pushed back to ten. When we showed up to the office at nine, we were told to come back at 9:30. At 9:30 we were told they didn't have our keys.
Our staff organizer person, or jerk-who-shall-not-be-named, had gotten them himself. And he wasn't supposed to come in to the office today.
Mr. Edmonson ended up tracking him down at his apartment, and he was going to leave them on the kitchen table in one of the houses eventually.
I got my stuff moved, with lots of help from Matt's awesome parents (tell them thank you again, by the way), and my room was open so i just piled it right in. Eventually, the keys and RCRs were found, and we eventually figured out what key went to whom.
But over half the keys we were given didn't even fit in the locks. After more hassle, Res life called a locksmith, who's coming today to fix things. In the meantime, the hall director unlocked doors so we could move in. And we've been fine until this morning when we were almost kicked out. Again.

Gives "Uninvited Company" a whole new meaning.

Gah.

The house is pretty awesome. A bunch of us spent a lot of yesterday getting the dust and cobwebs out of the basement so we could turn it into a rumpus room. We've got a couch, a rug, the "love sac", a bunch of chairs, an entertainment system, and a beirut table. It's pretty pimped out.

I'm very excited and kind of nervous about how this is going to work out. I know we'll put on some good shows, and I think the company is pretty cohesive, but it's hard to make theater when you aren't sure you'll have a room to go back too.

At least we have a lot of inherited booze to get us through. A lot of which was courtesy of Msr. Pechous. Yes, we are now dipping into the tin of sin. It was very strange to unload all this stuff that Matt left behind, knowing he was actually gone. The hardest was when I found the little gray and blue mug I always used when I drank coffee and stuff at his place, because I knew that he wouldn't need it anymore. After all, I'm not going to have coffee in his dorm room anymore, why would he need to keep my mug?

It's strange what actually gets people. I've talked to a lot of people about how weird graduation goodbyes are. I mean, you sit in robes, you eat a picnic, then get in cars with your family and go. In high school, we did this all night on-campus party thing, so you got the chance to actually sit and reminisce and stuff, but here? You just pack up and drive. And then the campus is quiet.

It's really frickin' quiet here now. Unnervingly so. At the end of the week, it'll be full of drunken alumni. We're going to try and crash some events, we've heard it's the thing to do. Free booze for drUNCO!

heehee

Mon, 28 May 2007 04:43:52 GMT

Uh oh...

Thu, 24 May 2007 05:47:14 GMT

Guess what i found online...

http://www.bedroommedia.com/videos.php?id=1629

The URL is misleading. It's not porn.

It's better...

That's right, links to the first season of "Are you Afraid of the Dark?"

Goodbye homework, hello nostalgia!

Fri, 11 May 2007 16:43:20 GMT

So last Monday, my mom drunk-dialed me.

If you've ever met my mom or heard me talk about her, you know this is pretty epic.

She doesn't drink. Like, at all. Like EVER!

But this weekend, she was at some big medical conference in San Diego, and they were out on a party boat or something and I called her to give her the plot rundown of the latest episode of Heroes, and she slurred:

"I had a glass of wine and a sip of whiskey and then I tried to call you on my digital camera. I guess I'm a lightweight."

Oh man. Oh man. Oh man.

After the most confusing conversation I've had in a long time, she had to go partake in more debauchery or something, leaving my entire worldview shaken.

I immediately called my baby brother to share the news, he promised to call her back to see what kind of reception her camera got.

visual DNA

Thu, 26 Apr 2007 12:49:07 GMT

stolen from des AND becca

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Fun with Spam

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 10:48:22 GMT

So, the spam comments I got for my last entry were suprisingly coherent. Sort of. I ran the Japanese comments through Goggle translator and made them into a little play. So here, I present:

SPAM or Lewis and the Sea

Rutherford: [ru] chair, psychotic disease [tsu] [te] really?
Hakone: I have to make rearvation for YMCA for Lewis.
Samantha: Don't you think? Hakone, it probably will go together.
Rutherford: I heard that the rooms are all occupied up to next April ON Saturdays.
The earliest will be December 4th and December 19, and December 20th.
As for 20 days the western-style room of 3F and the Japanese room of 3F, being in the photograph is available. As for other things bath of the western-style room of 1F 3F with view bath cute.
Lewis (Bursting into the ROOM): Here, the [ho] it is with this price, you call to the extent which cannot be thought and seem. So the ~, 19 days and 20 days of December will be reserved. Don't you think? so it probably will meet before that.
Hakone: Don't you think? the [ho] it is with this 2, [ru] [tsu] [te] unique don't you think?. The foolish people [tsu] [te], the times when it is written on this.
The ~ Lewis which is good age
Lewis: OK. Lulu will invite me for a party in Hawaii.
Samantha: You need to grow up and Lewis.
Lewis: I will grow up. You stay here. Bye~ (Storms out angrily!)
Rutherford: Don't you think? Hakone it probably will go together, the [ru] chair. You should have invited are elected to Hawaii the ~

Scene.

Thu, 05 Apr 2007 09:30:30 GMT

So, after a pretty icky week, what with the fake spring and the stupid snow and two rejections and profs playing favorites, i got more bad news. My poor baby brother wasn't picked to be an RA next year. It's way lame, because he rocks out loud and would have been great. My mom suspects that it's because of his grades, but that's her favorite excuse for most things about my baby brother. It's lame. Next time any of you see someone from Sonoma State's reslife equivilant, kick them in the face.

However, I did manage to go hang in the cities with sophie and rachel and do some quality chick bonding, and i've rearranged the furniture in my room into something significantly less oppressive than Musser usually is. I've now got meself a sweet pad.

Also, I got meself the title role in Lysistrata! Kick ass!

Or, as in the case of the sonoma state folks, kick face!

woo hoo!

Wed, 28 Mar 2007 18:33:53 GMT

Your results:
You are Han Solo

Han Solo		74%
Luke Skywalker		71%
R2-D2		68%
Princess Leia		65%
Yoda		61%
C-3PO		61%
An Ewok		60%
Jar Jar Binks		58%
Padme		57%
Obi-Wan Kenobi		56%

Even though you've been described as
reckless, selfish and cocky, you're the
type of person others love to be around.
People like you because you're a scoundrel.

(This list displays the top 10 results out of a possible 21 characters)

Click here to take the "Which Star Wars character are you?" quiz...

Mon, 19 Mar 2007 08:04:40 GMT

In about 9 hours and fifteen minutes, Pechous will be here.

Not that I'm counting.

At all.

Or that i'm ridiculously excited.

Or that he's been adorable on the phone.

And my mommy's decided to be nice

(I know, what the hell?)

But my uncle hasn't.

But he's a jerk anyway.

So I don't care.

Neither should Pechous.

Because I'm so excited that he's going to be here.

And it's going to be awesome.

Nine hours - fifteen minutes. . .

Oopses

Sat, 17 Mar 2007 07:12:57 GMT

Man, why the hell did i leave California? It's sunny and warm and green and beautiful.
I know this because I spent about an hour and a half lost in Napa Valley on my way to pick up my brother from Sonoma State. It was a very exciting adventure for the first fifteen minutes or so, but next time I'm getting directions from someone other than my grandma. Interestingly enough - in my aimless unintentional wandering through the wine country, I ended up passing the St Francis winery where Pechous' comps wine was made (after his comps on the Franciscan monks it was only fitting that St. Francis finally did something good for him). I definitely need to take better advantage of my baby brother's location.

My second oops was accidentally entering the Northfield Short Plays Festival. I thought I was submitting them to an online journal, but no. They sent out the email today and I remembered why I didn't enter last year - I've got to direct, costume, and provide actors to get my pieces up.
Yeah. I've got "Merry Christmas Big Hungry Bear" in the "family friendly" night and "Covert Operations" about the spies in the "Not so family friendly" night.
Damn.
Good news is that it's fourth weekend, not fifth during one acts or sixth during lysistrata or third during the 24 hour show, so as long as I can go to Jen Harrington's comps on thursday, it should be okay. I think I already conned Max into playing Spy #2. I just need to con several more. Also, they're both Chelsea Sketches, which means they aren't too involved and I know we've got a bear suit in the costume shop!

*sigh* tomorrow looks to be bleak. My brother's car died so we're spending all day saturday going from used car lot to used car lot so that I can actually drive pechous places when he gets out to CA. It's almost as fun as looking at baseboard from every home depo in the county. Almost.

In the meantime, we rented a bunch of movies from blockbuster - I just finished "Stranger than Fiction" - YAY!!
and we're in the middle of "Anonymous Rex," a terrible sci-fi movie based on what was actually quite a good book. On the docket are The Prestige, For Your Consideration, A Prairie Home Companion, and Idlewild. All in all it looks to be a solid break, as long as I can get through tomorrow.

Euuurgggh... So much hair grease... so little integrity...

I put Brecht on a Pirate Ship!

Wed, 14 Mar 2007 11:00:42 GMT

First and foremost, say the title with your tongue sticking out. Heehee.
So I'm a fatty ass monologue away from being done with finals. As a quick re-cap - for my Math/Theater class (dubbed either Matheter or Theamatics), I'm re-setting Bertolt Brecht's science play "The Life of Galileo" onto a pirate ship.
Why, you ask.
Ahem: "'Why aren't there any pirate films?' Brecht asked himself in 1920. 'One day, I'll write some. . . One must try to establish oneself in Germany somehow.' Soon afterwards he was working at a film project called 'The Pirates' with Casper Neher: Life of a woman. Grows up on the savannahs and is lugged across every conceivable ocean." - Willett, John. Brecht in Context. Pg 109.

I'm just livin' the dream.

And by livin' the dream, I mean writing a Sea Shanty about Communism!!! YAY!!

10
For the next ten years, Galileo's methods of self-navigation spread like wildfire through the sailors. Soon every ship that traded goods also traded maps of the stars and the tides. The sanctioned mystery of the official navigators began to erode. Soon, even the workman’s sea shanties took on Galileo’s great scientific discoveries.

(The crew are assembled on deck, ready to pull up the anchor. The SHANTY- MAN appears, taking his place with his musicians, at the rear of the ship, facing the men)
SHANTY MAN: Avast me hearties! Listen up ye lily-livered bags ‘o guts. It be time to weigh anchor and ye best put yer backs into it. And to ease the passin’ o’ labor, I gots a new song fer ye. But if the cap’n asks, ye didn’ hear it from this Shanty-man, if ye catches me drift. It be titled: “Galileo to the Gallows, or The Shiftin’ Shape O’ Ships (sings)
When the sun be rising
And the swabs be swabbin’ deck
The cap’n rouses from ‘is sleep
An’ gives ‘is wench a peck
He ambles downward to the ship
In his greatcoat and hat
To tells us swabs to do our jobs
And heed his caveat

Away Ho!
CREW: (sung response) Away Ho!
SHANTY MAN: An’ Off We Go!
CREW: An’ Off We Go!
SHANTY MAN: A sailing off for Distant Shores
CREW: For Distant Shores!
LONE PIRATE: For Booze and Whores! (The other pirates laugh heartily and swat him with their hats)
SHANTY MAN: To plunder there!
CREW: Away Ho!
SHANTY MAN: For Meager Shares
CREW: An’ Off we go!
SHANTY MAN: To heed ‘is maps or face the lash
Because the Cap’n tells us so!
CREW: Aye aye sir! We roll away!

SHANTY MAN: Nicely done lads. Now that be the verse ye know well enough, but here, here be the bridge, and the tune be a-shiftin’. Try and keep up, me hearties, and no more guff from yeh!
Then there come a cooper
about to burst ‘is staves
He turns his eyes up to the skies
An’ down then to the waves
He scratched his head and wondered
Wit’ all the things he knew
Why couldn’t he just rule the sea
An’ be a captain too?

Away ho!
CREW: (sung response) Away Ho!
SHANTY MAN: An’ Off We Go!
CREW: An’ Off We Go!
SHANTY MAN: Our Spyglass trained on Distant Stars
CREW: On Distant Stars!
LONE PIRATE: For Wine and … damn it. (Again hat-swatting)
SHANTY MAN: To set our course!
CREW: Away Ho!
SHANTY MAN: Without Remorse
CREW: An’ Off we go!
SHANTY MAN: To steer the ship and damn the whip!
Because, my friends, the day is ours!
CREW: Aye aye sir! We roll away!
SHANTY MAN: Aye men, but not today!
(Cheers from the crew. SHANTY MAN speaks) Ah, that be where the song gets a bit trickier to sing, because in some ears, the truth seems downright mutinous, ‘specially when the truth comes not from the mouth o’ the mate, but straight to the ears of us down below. For ye see, men, we’ve been kept in the bilge so long, we canna be trusted to handle the likes o’ our own destiny, am I right mateys? (Loud, sarcastic cheers. The SHANTY MAN continues to sing)
Avast ye brutes and ponder
What’s landed in yer lap
For independent thought, ye see
It spreads just like the clap! (Cheers from the crew)
And soon the crew be itchin’
No longer can stay mute
They’ll leave their tasks, and start to ask
ALL: Where’s our share o’ the loot?
SHANTY MAN: We used to hear
CREW: Away ho!
SHANTY MAN: But now we know!
CREW: An’ Off we go!
SHANTY MAN: The ships won’t sail themselves yeh see?
CREW: Not without the likes o’ me!
LONE PIRATE: For… (The hat-swatting drowns him out preemptively)
SHANTY MAN: Without our hands
CREW: Away ho!
SHANTY MAN: They’re stuck on land!
CREW: An’ Off we go!
SHANTY MAN: The knots untied, the doors thrown wide
The cooper set the sailors free!
CREW: Aye aye sir! We roll away!
SHANTY MAN: (speaks.) But this will not do, men! On behalf o’ the men in the topside cabin, I mus’ protest! This merrymakin’ be downright hazardous. Yeh, of course see the danger…
Now speakin’ for the capt’n
Who keeps all things shipshape
It’s best, ye know, for us below
Not to stare and gape
But if he deigns to take a look
At those he shan’t ignore
He’ll realize, if he gots eyes
THE SHIP AIN’T THAT SHAPE NO MORE!! (Loud cheers from the crew, they have finished their task and set to general merrymaking. Perhaps a hornpipe is in order.)
SHANTY MAN: Away ho!
CREW: Away ho!
SHANTY MAN: An’ Off we go!
CREW: Yo ho! Yo ho!
SHANTY MAN: Acquiescence blind be damned!
CREW: We sail at our own Command!
LONE PIRATE: Where wenches tip a friendly hand! (He is quite pleased with himself for getting a rhyme in, and the others give him a bit of credit and agree wholeheartedly with his sentiment. By this point in time they should all be getting cups and bottles to toast with, a few begin taking down the privateer’s flag)
SHANTY MAN: So every Jack
CREW: Away ho!
SHANTY MAN: Give voice and say -
CREW: Hip hip hurray!
SHANTY MAN: Now tip yer cup, and drink it up
ALL: To Galileo Galilei!
(The crew gives an enthusiastic and raucous toast, and put up their own flag - a rendering of Galileo with crossed telescopes beneath it on a black background set with stars)
SHANTY-MAN: Behold, a standard that strikes fear into the heart o’ every captain on the seven seas! Galileo, champion o’ the stars themselves!

My efforts were merely reinforced by the discovery of this:

In addition, I have fallen in love with Steve Martin.

Well, fallen MORE in love with Steve Martin. I just read "Picasso at the Lapin Agile" and I am going to read it over and over and over again over break. I need a comps alternative and the more I look at this little 75 minute piece with Einstein and Picasso and Gaston, the more I'm doing some serious thinking.

But for now, I'm just a fatty ass monologue about nuclear weapons away from done with finals.

DELICIOUS

Thu, 08 Mar 2007 10:58:46 GMT

Oh my goodness.
In celebration of me being done with two of my classes (suck it journalism, suck it long and suck it hard) and Peaches turning in a big essay, we went out for a nice date at a restaurant called Fermentations in Dundas. HOLY CRAP, WHAT THE HELL IS AN AMAZING RESTAURANT LIKE FERMENTATIONS DOING IN DUNDAS??? It's actually a little ways back behind Radio Shack, right by Dundas City Hall. Interestingly enough, City Hall is flanked by two bars, both of which are about double its size.

But don't let that fool you. This is a real classy joint, people. We each got a "flight" of wine with our delicious delicious pork thing (him) and even more delicious cocoa powder dusted duck (me), which consisted of three small portions of three different wines to taste. Mine were all California Pinot Noir (which tasted almost buttery with the even more delicious duck) and Peaches, being a little snooty, got Italian reds, most of which were also divine.
I won't even get into dessert. Because you'd kill me.

Afterwards, we watched the Departed, which I also highly recommend. The more Mark Wahlberg swore, the more I wanted to hug him.

This term is actually wrapping up really nicely. With my final journalism project out of the way and my PE class over, all that's left is whatever Ruth wants me to do to finish my independent study and the final project for the Matheater class (or Theamatics, whatever you prefer). Initially, it was going to be a ten page research paper on Bertolt Brecht and Epic Theater as express in "The Life of Galileo," but I stumbled upon a much more inspiring concept in my reading: in the 1920s, Brecht considered making a name for himself in Germany by writing pirate movies.
seriously.
Therefore, I want to write the play he never got to and re-set "The Life of Galileo" on a pirate ship.
I can totally do it, too.
I think.
More on this as it develops. In the meantime, I think I'll devote my spare energy to healing Laura and Karen, who both have the plague. Get better you two.

NEW ICON!!!

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 19:21:27 GMT

Julia Felix, that paragon of wonderfulness and sexitude found me this gif.

Also, apparently my midwinter ball dress makes me look like a panda. This should be exciting.

Birthday

Mon, 29 Jan 2007 11:53:25 GMT

Instead of finishing my journalism project where I've reframed an article about Nancy Pelosi's fashion sense into the larger social context of how women have to present themselves to earn respect in traditionally male roles, I'm totally writing a livejournal entry.

Less Good Things
-not done with journalism project
-still coughing
-my seamonkies are dead
-have two papers due on my birthday
-can't find warm poofball hat
-it's suddenly gotten ass-cold outside

Good things about Birthday
-Turning 21!!!!!!!!!!
-Cheap wine night ON MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!
-New Heroes episode (i've got pechous hooked too)
-a sweet Bring your Own Beard Birthday party last Saturday
-Being told by someone I really respect that I'm on the right path to get what I want, or at least getting closer to knowing what that is
-not all of the fake scorpion tattoo on my boob has washed off
-lesbian beach colony play going better than I could have hoped
-Pechous has a bottle of Burgandy with my name on it and painted me a wine glass for my birthday (aw!)
-and by "with my name on it" I mean, I'm going to drink it, not he literally wrote my name on it. Although that was threatened.
-I can walk again!!

Maybe I'll get a trophy...

Wed, 24 Jan 2007 07:29:31 GMT

It's official - the first emergency-room-worthy injury sustained by a broomball player was mine. During a rather heated game between Nourse and Q&A house, I fell directly onto the top of my right knee cap causing it to slide forward in ways kneecaps weren't designed to. After being carried off of the ice, I sat with my knee up on a stack of jackets while my friends took very good care of me. Except of course for Alex H-H, who despite playing for the opposing team, insisted they win it for me. Jerkface.
Anyway, got picked up by security, got several xrays, one of which was called a "sunrise" because you bend your knee so the patella looks like a sun rising over your shin bones. That one sucked. But no breaks and nothing too serious - I just need to be in a hugeass knee immobilizer for a few days and hop around on crutches.
This is one of those times it royally sucks to live on the fourth floor of elevator free Musser. For now, I'm camping out in Sevy where I'm an elevator ride away from just one flight of stairs and all the halo games I can stand to listen to.
Oh, and I get a break from both contact improv (damn!) and lifting heavy shit in the shop (hooray!)
Now to brave the ice-covered steps in front of scoville tomorrow...

Wed, 10 Jan 2007 16:39:03 GMT

MY SEA MONKIES HATCHED!!!!

Sat, 06 Jan 2007 17:42:26 GMT

stolen from matt cole. I'm really glad I wasn't OJ Simpson. Or Dante Aligheri

You scored as C.G. Jung. You are more of a spiritualist than would be immediately apparent. Some of your notions are questioned by the cynical, but deep down you know the human consciousness is more than the flesh and tissue can account for. You tend to take a scientific observationist look on matters the average person wouldn't even begin to analyze. You personally are responsible for most of the ideas that are floating around in modern psychologist's/psychic's paltry little skulls. On the down side, you tend to be associated with that asshole Freud.

C.G. Jung

67%

Stephen Hawking

58%

Jesus Christ

58%

Friedrich Nietzsche

58%

Sigmund Freud

58%

O.J. Simpson

50%

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Thu, 04 Jan 2007 07:40:41 GMT

Well, back at Carleton, and man is it weird. Weird in a good way, though. I think. At least weird in the good way in that I'm seeing people I sorely missed. Including Russell, who now looks like this

I've been mainly running around getting shit done, which is one of my favorite things to do. Shit like finally declaring my media studies concentration and setting up for my lesbian beach colony play. By the way, if you are female and on campus this term, try out for "Last Summer at Bluefish Cove"

Classes look good so far. The prof for "Creating Journalism" seems a bit nervous (he's new), but I like the course, and my textbook has a picture of Ron Burgandy in it. Also, Contact Improv is like snuggling for credit.

We'll see how the Electric Bear class goes tomorrow, and hopefully I can get more shit done.
Damn does that feel good.

Also, I'm slowly starting to get hooked on Carnavale. Damn Pechous' enabling influences.