urban earth mother

When I was a freshman at UVM I took a course on mystery novels (for credit and everything!) and was forced to read a Dorothy L. Sayers Lord Peter Wimsey book. I hated it! So The Roomie picked up one a couple of months ago to try it out to see if she disliked them too. Well, I started reading it and absolutely LOVE it. I think I was a bit too earnest at 18 to get the humour. And seventy-pluss years on, it looks very camp now too (another thing I didn't get then)

1. Grab the book nearest to you. Turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down here what it says: It is a piece that explores the realities of seven differnt kinds of women who are named only after the colours they are wearing 2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?: Half-full bottle of beer left over from last night 3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?: 6:00 news on a bar TV 4. WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is: 7:20 5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?: 7:25 (not bad!) 6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?: Traffic and people on the street 7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?: I've only been inside since 6:45. Before then I was walking from the T to the apartment 8. Before you came to this web site, what did you look at?: Postmaster Forums 9. What are you wearing? Jeans, a short sleved shirt that was WAY too tight last year but is n...

Well, the day is here. Marriage is now legal for all couples in Massachusetts. Personally, I think it's about fucking time states stopped legislating for descrimination. Now if only they'd make rights available to all, and not descriminate between couples and non-couples (singles, poly, people living together without romantic attachment). But that will have to wait for another day. For today, I lift a glass and toast the upcoming nuptuals for all!

You make one complaint in your blog (because I can't figure out how to complain directly to them) and suddenly the whole blog is gone. Hoping that by creating a new post it will show up again.

Blogger's new look is pissing me off. It's all bubbly XP/OSX icons and shit. And the old framed look was MUCH more convenient for my other blog where I posted the same information every Tuesday and would just cut and paste and make the updates as needed. Now I have to flip back and forth between the screens, saving drafts of the new message in between.

So I wrote on April 2nd that I was in another play. Opening night is tonight and I really just want it all to be over. The director SUCKS. Like big time sucks. And he has pissed off every member of the cast, and some of the crew as well (perhaps all of the crew, but I know the cast better). But worst of all is he has helped me discover my inner monster. Dear god, I am an unbelievable bitch. Shit flies out of my mouth and before I know what's happening I've said things like "But the fourth act is fucking dragging and the audience is going to walk out, if they hadn't already." I have challenged almost everything for the past two weeks, loudly and petulantly. He makes me want to scream. He has no vision of this play other than "Things in 1900 were s l o w. And not funny. Oh, and I haven't even mentioned some of his winning comments. Like (regarding a 23 second alarm effect where no one must speak or move (and this is a straight version of...