October 31, 2003
We had no trick or
We had no trick or treaters tonight. I would be very sad except that this means I have a ton of Halloween candy to see me through NaNoWriMo, which starts in two and a half hours.
I'm so ready to start writing again. I've been nothing but lazy since finishing The Exile's Daughter. It'll be good to work on a book again. Short stories are on the backburner again until further notice.
This was fun.
I always knew my scary freakish talent to remember lyrics would come in handy. Fun quiz, but very long. Oh, my score? 111.5. And there are at least two questions I should have gotten right but got scored against me. ;)
October 30, 2003
Last night at Write Club, I was discussing my NaNoWriMo plans with Mer and Julie, just sort of verbally tracing some of the places I want the novel (tentatively titled Girls Who Wear Glasses) to go. At one point I mentioned that the main character will get out of a bad relationship and spend some time deliberately alone rather than diving into another relationship. I think it was Mer who said something about having her turn down the 'hero' of the piece for just that reason, because otherwise it might seem like she "decided" to be alone because she couldn't find anybody else. I'm paraphrasing terribly.
I completely know that Mer didn't direct that at me (the novel is hugely autobiographical, and I also decided to do the alone thing for a while), but it got me started thinking, particularly after the pseudo-argument my mom and I had last night. I wore makeup to my job interview, and after mentioning that it looked nice, she said, "You need to wear makeup more often, because you're getting to be of an age where you can't get away without it." Again, paraphrasing.
I had a mini-explosion of feminism all over her. I pointed out that no one would tell a 31 year old man that. To which she said, "Yeah, but no one would tell a 13 year old boy that either." Exactly, I say. I wear makeup when I want to. If the 31 year old man doesn't 'have to', then why should I? She seemed a little taken aback, but made a sort of retreat, commenting on me fighting the system. I may have given her something to think about. Of course, that something might be, "Wow, my daughter's weird."
But anyway, the conjunction of the two conversations got me started thinking. What if all my activist notions are just sour grapes? I've heard the derogatory comments about women who are feminists because they can't get a man--is that me? Am I single because I choose to be or because nobody wants me? Am I into fat acceptance because I know I'll never be thin? Or worse--because I'm too lazy to try to be thin? Is it the same with all my appearance issues, like makeup and leg shaving and all of that? Did I label laziness and sloppiness as feminism because it's easier that way?
Am I single because it's easier than trying to find love? I mean, you never get rejected if you don't put yourself out there, right? It's not that I'm totally uninterested in finding Mr. (or hell, Ms.) Right, it's just that there doesn't seem to be any real percentage in spending huge amounts of time and energy trying to track them down.
Am I just lazy? I don't think so. But right now I'm not sure. I feel like I'm calling this enormous portion of my life into question and I'm not really sure I want to answer those questions.
28 Hours Later
So Dawn and I were discussing their new minivan, which according to her husband is "dead flesh" colored. Chaos ensued. We even managed an obligatory Cheap-Ass Games reference.
Me: Okay, but there should be like a rule that you can't complain about the color. Cause y'all picked it.
Dawn: Rofl, I know I know. But I didn't attend that seminar that Kelly did, so I'm gonna complain a little bit more
Me: And I'm going to ignore it, cause your impulsiveness is what got you a dead-flesh colored car.
Dawn: Aha, but we got a car. If we'd waited, we might have ended up with no car at all. then where would we be?
Me: False logic. You would've gotten a car. It just might've been a trade off for features vs. color.
Dawn: In which case, features win
Me: And your CD player will be of little comfort to you when your minivan storms into your house demanding BRAINS!
Dawn: Ok, ok, you win!
Dawn: *falls out of chair laughing*
Dawn: Gimme the brain, cuz this car color SUCKS!
Me: *comes back to life as a zombie-colored minivan*
Dawn: Dude that looks like it hurts
Me: A SPARKLY zombie-colored minivan.
Dawn: Hey, that makes ALL the difference
Me: Everyone needs a little glitter in their lives. Even undead vehicles.
October 28, 2003
So I realized I forgot to post about this earlier... I've got a job interview tomorrow for the position at Borders. Nervous? Yeah, I am a little. But also, ready to stop being broke all the time. So keep your fingers crossed for me.
October 27, 2003
Uh-huh. Now I know who REALLY loves me...
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It's getting dark much much too early. Grr. The week after we change back from daylight savings time always sucks. :P
Finally, after two weeks, I'm starting to get this restless feeling, which tells me I should be ready to start working seriously on something here soon. I've spent the last two weeks fiddling with odds and ends, rewriting, making sketches for stories and novels, but no real serious work. Saturday is the beginning of NaNoWriMo. I imagine I'll be chomping at the bit by then.
Other than that, there hasn't been much to report. We got new furniture for our living room last week. It's gloriously comfortable and prone to causing extreme drowsiness--but not like the soul-sucking couch where I couldn't escape. It causes more of a "Sunday afternoon with nothing else to do" sort of drowsiness. Needless to say, there was some serious napping going on here yesterday.
The job hunt continues on apace. I should hear something back from Borders this week, and there are a few more resumes going out. I no longer feel like a big slacker, considering the stories I've heard from other job hunting folks. The lack of response I'm getting doesn't mean I'm unemployable, it means that the job market really does suck right about now. I'm less discouraged than I was last week.
Also less discouraged on the business end of writing as well. The past couple rejections I've gotten have been the encouraging kind, the "this won't do but send us more" kind. The handwritten kind. I think I'm making progress.
October 23, 2003
I think the table migration thing was only funny to me, but...
There are times when I am humbled and awed to be in the presence of Julie and Mer. Write Club last night was one of those times. Mer was explaining, in true Mer fashion, her latest short story:
Mer: It's like, currently they have stuff, but in the future they have better stuff.
Julie: And that is the core of what science fiction is all about.
She should really know better than to be so very quotable, especially with so much ink and paper lying around.
October 21, 2003
Not a lot going on
Not a lot going on this morning around here (which is more than I can say for Dawn, poor thing), but I did manage to finish my book and update the book blog. I'm going to have to insist that all of you read the book I just read. It was fabulous.
Unfortunately, it's stalled my writing a little. It was so good that I feel like I can't follow up after it, that any words I try to put together will be impossibly weak next to it. Which isn't to say, by the way, that Chabon didn't have a few quirks that made me feel better about myself. The word 'spavined', for example, shows up nearly a dozen times. It's nice to know that not only the amateurs can fixate on a word, but the Pulitzer Prize-winning pros can too.
Debating calling it a morning and diving into my next book. Not sure my conscience will let me do that though. We shall see.
October 20, 2003
The interview went pretty well.
The interview went pretty well. Perversely, this left me feeling nervous and uneasy and miserable for two hours afterwards. Generalized anxiety, I think.
I spent the afternoon curled up with The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, which I've dreamt about two nights running.
I feel heavy and sad and kinda useless, perfect for sitting around and doing nothing--which I'm doing.
Phone interview for Borders today. Cross your fingers for me.
"Only be sure always to call it please, 'research'."
I spent a good bit of time this weekend talking to my mom about her childhood, trying to get a feel for what life was like for her growing up--in addition to being interesting and informative, I was also trying to figure out how I want to do this story, which is currently sitting in my notebook as two pages of notes and mocking me.
Today, all I learned is that the region I'm planning to write about is in the Cumberland Mountains.
First and foremost: my mother's family was poor. Insanely poor. But they didn't know it, because everybody around them was poor too. They were, however, genteel poor. My mother described it as the difference between having clean curtains handmade from feedsacks on the windows and having a sheet thrown up on the windows, or worse, having nothing at all on the windows. According to her, nobody went hungry, they always had something to wear--even if some of it was underwear made from the aforementioned feedsacks. It's true, my mother's early life was, essentially, an early Dolly Parton or Loretta Lynn song. (Incidentally, I discovered my father's family was also poor, but they were not quite so genteel. Had there been railroad tracks through that part of Kentucky, my father's family would have been on the wrong side of them.)
There was no running water or indoor plumbing in the area. As a matter of fact, my grandma's father, who lived close by and was by all accounts a very mean old man, refused to have indoor plumbing, on the theory that it was foul and disgusting to shit indoors where you slept and ate. There was, however, electricity. There was a well on the property, from which on one occasion, my mom and her youngest brother got hepatitis. The school was a one-room school. Around the time Mom was seven or eight, the family moved to Detroit, like a lot of Kentucky families post-WWII.
Because they lived in a crowded apartment (five or six people in the equivalent of a very small one-bedroom) with no land to speak of, my grandma insisted that they go back to Kentucky every summer so she could plant a garden (which, in all honesty, was probably keeping them fed for the year). They left before the end of the school year. Mom said, "I don't think I finished a year at school until I was in high school. It's a wonder we passed."
It wasn't until Detroit that my family had indoor plumbing, or a television. This wasn't so long ago. My mom grew up in the 1940s and 50s. Hell, I can remember visiting my great-grandfather in the 1970s, and he still refused indoor plumbing.
I understand a lot more now than I did a few days ago. I understand why there're "Kentucky reunions" held in the Detroit area a few times a year. I understand why mountain people seem clannish. Nobody else would understand. I grew up with this family, and I'm having a hard time imagining a life so far removed from everything I know. I understand now why I've always felt like I hatched, like I didn't fit in with my family. They grew up in a world lightyears away from where I grew up.
I spent a lot of today trying to get a feel for the place itself, to learn what I could about it. The last time I went to the old family place in Millstone, I was too young to be anything but bored. Now I wish I could go back. I don't think I've ever had such a clear sense of where I come from.
October 17, 2003
I woke up this morning
I woke up this morning with a musical about a revenge-driven serial killer going through my head. I can't help but wonder what that bodes for the rest of the day.
October 16, 2003
I think I may faint...
I actually got a phone call back on one of my resumes. There's a part-time order rep position at Borders' corporate office, and they called me to schedule a phone interview for Monday. It sounds very much like what I'm looking for. Of course, at this point, any job that doesn't require physical torment or humiliation or some physical or emotional impossibility sounds very much like what I'm looking for.
I got back to work this morning, go me. My novel for NaNoWriMo now has a working title (Girls Who Wear Glasses), and my characters might even have names. Dare I say it, I have the beginnings of a story arc. As autobiographical as I am allowing this novel to be, I may be exorcising some demons in this one, for all that it is a light-hearted chick lit romp. I can already tell that one of the characters is turning into an amalgam of several people who Done Me Wrong (tm). Here's hoping, if they ever read this, they don't see themselves in the piece, or if they do, they have a sense of humor about it.
The Appalachian story is circling closer and closer in my head. I might be able to reach out and grab it soon. That main character has a name too. And sort of a personality. I'm just not sure what she's going to do, or why.
I meant to do laundry this morning, first thing. I forgot. So possibly no movie for me this afternoon, because I have a few t-shirts that are about to gain sentience. If I don't wash them soon, there will be an uprising in my closet. Oddly, I've been planning to go to a movie all week long and I haven't made it yet. I think it's a conspiracy at work.
My mom's birthday was nice. I decorated the house a little and she got to blow out birthday candles for quite possibly the first time ever. And now I have leftover cake to eat. Yay.
More resumes out. Still no phone calls.
October 15, 2003
Over the whole vacation thing
I am so ready for a new project. I spent Monday and yesterday goofing off, reading (finally reading the copy of Morrison's Beloved I bought at a library book sale months ago), watching movies (Branagh's A Midwinter's Tale is a really neat movie), stuff like that. Today I feel restless. I'm going to print up The Exile's Daughter this afternoon, then stick it in a binder and put it on my bookshelf--and leave it there until after NaNoWriMo. Between now and November 1st, I'm thinking that I'd like to write a short story in addition to planning out my NaNo novel. Ready to get back to work on writing.
Of course, adding to the restlessness is the job-hunt, which still feels like flinging resumes out into empty space. I think I'm going to have to break down and hit the temp agencies.
This is another reason for diving back into writing. I don't feel quite as useless when I'm working on something. :P
In other news, happy birthday to my mom--I won't say which birthday it is, but it's one of the ones that ends in a 0. ;)
October 13, 2003
I felt completely lost today.
I felt completely lost today. I honestly didn't know what I should be doing. I spent the morning goofing around on the computer, then Mer took me out to lunch along with Julie and Brandon. I was grateful on many counts--not the least because I didn't feel so lost.
Then I went to the library. In addition to a book on feminism, I got a couple of novels to read before NaNoWriMo starts. If this next novel is anything like the last one, I'll end up reading exclusively non-fiction again. Or I don't know. Things might be completely different.
I realized today part of why writers have so many superstitions and routines (why a lot of artists do, really). What we do is so unpredictable, so irrational at times, it's like we come up with explanations for everything--not entirely unlike the development of mythology in a society, come to think of it.
So, when I insist on listening to nothing but Broadway and movie score finales while writing the last chapter of my novel (like I did yesterday), I'm following a long and hallowed tradition that leads all the way back to the likes of Icarus.
(Currently, I'm trying to get my hands on some good, classic bluegrass music, a la the O Brother, Where Art Thou soundtrack. There's a short story percolating around in my brain that's set near my old family homestead in the Appalachians...)
October 11, 2003
Looking back over last night,
Looking back over last night, and all the time I spent on Yahoo IM in 'available' mode instead of 'invisible' mode, I can say one thing with complete honesty: people are completely insane. I'm really tempted to document this insanity on a separate webpage now. Last night I saw craziness that goes far beyond anything I posted. I saw craziness that makes you laugh because it just can't be happening. By midnight I was in full giggly breakdown.
And speaking of insanity and breakdowns. The cast of The Exile's Daughter is currently staging a work stoppage to protest the end of the book. They've linked arms and are singing "We Shall Not Be Moved". According to their spokesfaerie, work will not begin again until they have written confirmation that a sequel is in the works. Guys, I have a title for it. Next year. I swear. Now will you let me finish this book? Please?
October 10, 2003
I need to be kept
I need to be kept away from sharp instruments, blunt objects, and Yahoo IM:
allkindness: iam not going to use the internet any mor after i talked to u now
I swear, I wasn't mean.
How r u? U r teh stupid!
I hate I hate I HATE when someone defends their chatspeak ('how r u') by saying, "It's not English class." (Oh wait, no. That'd probably be, 'its not english class'.)
Because no, it's not English class, although clearly, the person usually needs one. A remedial one. However, it is communication, and rules of spelling and grammar are there to facilitate communication. If you break them, you run the risk of being misunderstood. If you don't care enough about what you're saying to make certain you're understood, why should I care what you're saying?
Really just too open-minded/easily-amused for my own good...
I am officially the Yahoo IM Weirdness Magnet. Something tells me I really shouldn't be as amused by this as I am, but this guy I almost felt sorry for.
[Name withheld]: Hi, I read your profile and I am interested in hiring you to help me with a project I have. It only requires a few hours per week, pays well and does not involve you having sex.
lanichols: Okay, now I'm curious. What's the project?
[Name withheld]: I am a gay man and I am undergoing gender reassignment. I am looking to hire a woman to teach me the things I need to learn so that I can become more feminine
lanichols: Wow. I don't know that I'm your best choice for that. I'm not the world's most stereotypically feminine woman.
[Name withheld]: My therapist says I should do this with different types of women so I am exposed to all and can form my own personality
lanichols: Okay... I can see that, but don't you have female friends? That would probably be more comfortable, both for you and for them.
[Name withheld]: well, I own a rather large company and no one knows I am even gay, I am positioning the company to sell so I can move forward with this
[Name withheld]: also, she says with my confidence issues I should try it with a woman I dont know
lanichols: How will that help with confidence issues? And how exactly is she recommending you go about this?
[Name withheld]: By doing this with a woman and feeling better about being seen as a women I will be able to go public
[Name withheld]: She thinks I should start with having make up done and learning to do it and just hanging out and watching your routines
[Name withheld]: I need to learn everyday things like.. Mannerisms, clothing, Lingerie, Make-up, hair, etc.. Basically to become one of the girls
lanichols: Again, I think I'm not the right person, sorry. I don't wear makeup, my hair is wash-and-go, I don't wear lingerie, and I dress like a tomboy. I could probably learn more feminine mannerisms from you.
[Name withheld]: ok, thanks anyways
lanichols: By the way, if you really are serious about this, you might want to work with your therapist on your approach, because this one is seriously creepy.
[Name withheld]: how so?
lanichols: Asking to watch women go through their grooming routines? To me that doesn't spell transgender, that spells fetish.
[Name withheld]: ok
lanichols: I mean, if that's what it really is, fine, but you'd be better off being honest and finding someone who's into being watched.
[Name withheld]: and where does one find that
lanichols: I dunno, that's not my thing. I'm sure there's a yahoo chat group for exhibitionists of all sorts.
Closet transgender, maybe? Either way, he wouldn't learn much by watching me towel dry my hair and brush my teeth, which is about the extent of my beauty routine.
October 09, 2003
I got better...
Between the comments posted to this entry, and the random IM conversation I got shortly thereafter, I feel much better now.
letzrocknroll: hi there
letzrocknroll: feel like being pampered tonight
lanichols: Define 'pampered'.
letzrocknroll: join me hottubbing tonight
lanichols: Are you serious?
lanichols: Do you often go hottubbing with random strangers?
letzrocknroll: just feel like doing something different I guess
lanichols: And what in my profile or in my username made you think that a) I would be interested in such a thing, or b) that I was someone you might find attractive, or vice versa?
letzrocknroll: well nothing in your username caused me to give you a shout other than that we are both in the ann arbor area
lanichols: Well, how about we exchange descriptions or something, huh? I'll start. I'm 5'7", I weigh about 350 pounds, I have blue eyes and shoulder length brown hair.
letzrocknroll: so what inspired you to respond?
lanichols: Because I'm always curious why men feel that an anonymous come on is an attractive thing.
letzrocknroll: to be so intrusive
lanichols: It's not intrusive so much as it is ridiculous. Why would any woman risk her personal safety to go meet someone who messages her out of the blue, much less go get naked with him?
Silence in response. I always wonder if they stop talking because I tell them my weight or because I'm so clearly not going to get naked with them. I should test this to find out.
I feel a scientific experiment coming on... heh heh heh.
For all of my fangirl screaming, I am not going to the massive LOTR trilogy showing (currently being billed as Trilogy Tuesday) on December 16. Why?
Because it's sold out, or as good as. In each of the four theatres in Michigan.
Tickets went on sale today. We got close. Very close. I called Southfield and found out they had 16 tickets left. Dawn called them five minutes later (she had the credit card to buy them over the phone) and they had two--which were sold just as she was trying to order them. I can't get a hold of Grand Rapids or Flint directly, but website information looks grim. Lansing is going by a wristband system. I called them just now. They have 455 tickets available. They've given out 300+ wristbands to date, and they'll start drawing numbers for the line at 6pm. With a limit of 4 tickets a person, that still means a lot of people are going to go home empty handed. Even I am not that much of a masochist.
I'm pissed at Peter Jackson right now. Why on earth would they make this such a limited thing? 100 theatres in the entire country? It would sell out in far, far more of them. I'm half-hoping that maybe they'll expand their list.
This really sucks. :(
But, the monument will be no memorial. Phelps says the monument would be 5 to 6 feet tall and made of marble or granite. It would bear a bronze plaque bearing the image of Shepard and have an inscription reading "MATTHEW SHEPARD, Entered Hell October 12, 1998, in Defiance of God's Warning: 'Thou shalt not lie with mankind as with womankind; it is abomination.' Leviticus 18:22."
And he's planning to put it in Matthew Shepard's hometown. When I saw the headline, I had a moment of hope that maybe Phelps had had a change of heart. Can someone please tell me, can anyone please explain to me how this sort of malicious, malevolent hatred can come from someone who claims to follow the teachings of a man who said the greatest commandment of all was to love?
This just makes me feel sick inside. I can't fathom a reason for anyone to be so hateful, except to get publicity. I mean, even if Phelps is so radically anti-gay, Matthew Shepard has been dead for five years. Leave his family alone and let him rest in peace, no matter where you think his soul is.
October 08, 2003
According to this, the marathon
According to this, the marathon LOTR showing will be in Flint, Grand Rapids, Lansing, and Southfield. Tickets go on sale tomorrow. I'm willing to organize if local folks want to get a group together to go.
October 06, 2003
I somehow can't get to work this morning. I keep listening to what I'm calling the "peppy Broadway mix" and bopping around in my chair, happily singing along and reading the NaNoWriMo forums. No writing. Nope. Not yet. I'll get to it. Honest. I gotta finish this novel before I can start the next one on November 1. (God help me, I'm crazy to do NaNo again this year...)
"Everybody Ought to Have a Maid", A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum
"Comedy Tonight", A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum
"God Save the People", Godspell
"Light of the World", Godspell
"Prepare Ye the Way for the Lord", Godspell
"Turn Back, O Man", Godspell
"All for the Best", Godspell
"Hello, Little Girl", Into the Woods
"I Know Things Now", Into the Woods
"We Dance", Once on this Island
"Why We Tell the Story", Once on this Island
"Magic to Do", Pippin
"Corner of the Sky", Pippin
"No Time at All", Pippin
"Morning Glow", Pippin
"Out Tonight", Rent
"Another Day", Rent
"La Vie Boheme", Rent
"Seasons of Love", Rent
Yes, at the moment, it's heavily Stephen Schwartz-influenced (Pippin, Godspell). I'll get off the 70s kick sometime soon, maybe.
"Big Game Hunters"
9:30 am, and I'm already pissed off. This has to be one of the most offensive things I've read about in a very long time. And it's not just offensive if you're a fat woman, it's offensive if you're a thin woman. Or a thinking woman. Or a human being. So I feel compelled to share my outrage. Warning: the story below is pretty damn raunchy in addition to being offensive, so click with care.
"I just talk to them like they're complete disgusting pigs," he says. "You gotta break 'em down with insults. Comment on their fat -- 'You're a dirty little pig.' They call me a dick, an asshole, but after a few beers, they're into it."
October 05, 2003
Might be short, as I'm very sleeeeeepy.
In short, the weekend rocked.
Okay. Going to bed now.
The hilarity started on Thursday night, when Mer, Julie, Eric, and I all met up to head out to the relative wilderness that is Mer's family's cabin. I don't envy Julie the task of typing up the quotes, but suffice to say, some of the best ones were in the car and are now lost because it was too dark for her to write them down. On the list of conversation topics: enumerating the various types of apocalypses and figuring how to escape them. As we got to the cabin at midnight, there was little to no writing done that day. The cabin, I should note, is absolutely gorgeous. Sitting in the living room, you're surrounded on three sides by the lake, as the house is built out over the water. I could sit there for hours and look at the water--in fact, I have.
Friday I was up a little bit before everyone else, and dove right into my writing, done on Julie's graciously loaned laptop, since mine is being difficult at the moment. Most of the day passed in quiet work with occasional pauses for conversation and/or bitching and moaning at our characters and plots and the like. That evening we went out to dinner at a local ribs-and-stuff spot, then came home and worked a little more before succumbing to the call of the television. After playing name that movie on TCM (turned out to be Solomon and Sheba--which I almost guessed, I swear!), we wound up watching the 1945 version of "The Picture of Dorian Gray", which was a seriously creepy movie, particularly for 1945.
Saturday, likewise, I was up a little before everyone (when the hell did I become such a morning person?!), but instead of diving into writing, I made the mistake of sitting and sitting. And sitting. Finally, around noon, I started writing. Needless to say, I didn't get nearly as much done on Saturday. Saturday night we hit the big metropolis of Hastings and caught dinner at Applebees and a movie. If you have the chance to go see "The Rundown", do it. I was skeptical and was sort of dragged in, but it's a seriously funny and seriously surreal action movie. Then we went home, and I proceeded to fall asleep on the couch until my snoring made the others drive me up to my bed.
Did you know that I talk in my sleep? I didn't, really. I thought I'd stopped long ago, but at some point in the night, Mer became quite irate with Eric, thinking he was downstairs with the television blasting. Alas, no, it was me in the bedroom next to hers, apparently having an intense conversation with myself. And of course, the conversation was punctuated with snores. I think I have guaranteed that I will never share a bedroom with another human being again as long as I live.
This morning was laid back. I got some writing done, but mostly we concentrated on lazing around, cleaning up, and packing up. I was home before 6:30. As I said before we left, a three day weekend was the perfect amount of time to spend up there. The last time we were there, for just a weekend, I hated like hell to leave. This time, I was sad about leaving, but I was also ready to go home too.
As far as the writing goes, word count wise:
Total: 5720 words, or about 19 pages
At least this time I managed to keep from making inadvertent comments about Eric's sex life.
October 02, 2003
Okay... I know some of you are musical theatre geeks, so it's quiz time. (Packing? Yeah, okay, I am. I can't pack all the time...) The winner gets... crap, I'm broke. The winner gets the satisfaction of a job well done. Or, actually, a mix CD. That I can do.
Which musical ends with the main character standing on a bare stage, stripped of costume and makeup? I'll give you two hints: the final line is, "Trapped, but happy--not a bad way to end a musical comedy. Tada!" Also, I'm listening to it right now. (Okay, that's just one hint.)
No fair googling, people, it's only a mix CD.
For extra credit (and to prove your theatre geek cred), name the signature song from said musical.
*insert typical fangirl scream here*
I know, I should be packing or at the store or something, but LOOOOOOOOK! Someone please tell me this is going to be in the Ann Arbor area. Or Michigan. Or Ohio. Cause I'll drive. Wasn't someone telling me about this before? Julie, maybe? Oh man. Hy-per. I am SO there.
(edited to add: Nope, it was Dawn.)
Gone for the weekend
Getting ready, slowly but surely (my fingers insisted on typing 'surly', also maybe true) for the second annual Minions Writers Retreat. In about six hours, we'll be off on our way to glorious, beautiful... er, wherever it is that Mer's family's cabin is. (Actually, we'll probably be standing around waiting for whichever of us is running late six hours from now--not that I'm casting stones, they might be waiting for me.) Hey, I'm not the driver. Hopefully this year's driver won't try to kill us, intentionally or unintentionally (whoops!).
I have a list, an actual list, of things I need to get done between now and then. I discovered why I don't make to-do lists. They look intimidating as hell. Of course, I need only to stop and remember that almost everything on this particular to-do list will take me about five or ten minutes to do, tops.
So very bouncy about this. Expect to hear about much mayhem once I get back.
October 01, 2003
Sleet is falling torrentially outside
Sleet is falling torrentially outside my window right now. Frozen water. Ice. Kindred to snow. On October 1st.
Did I mention it's also sunny at the same time? Michigan, where the weathery fun never stops.
I want to do the book meme that's going around, but I can't decide whose list to use! Okay, random choice here... I'm going with
C.S. Lewis Philip Pullman
Robert Heinlein Ray Bradbury
Jane Austen Charlotte Bronte
4. Douglas Adams
Isaac Bashevis Singer Toni Morrison
"Steve Jackson" Wicked Ink! (teehee)
7. J. K. Rowling
8. J. R. R. Tolkien
9. Stephen King
Orson Scott Card David Brin
Which raises some interesting questions, like why don't I have any Jane Austen on my shelves? Or C. S. Lewis, for goodness' sake!