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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...

Edrie is back . Yea! (yes, I missed you, even if we don't get a lot of face time normally) And not just back in the states, but back in her main blog too.

The blog I do keep up with, my weightloss blog , does have a new look. It's a bit too much like this blog, so I may be changing the colors. But I did want to get some pictures up there

Why do I feel like I never have anything to write here anymore? Politics is just too depressing (although the MoveOn Bakesale looks good). Work is going well, school is stressy, my cat is still sick and my boyfriend is recovering from his accident. Pretty much a steady state in all things. I'm boring.

The Doc got hit by a van while riding his bike Friday night. He's okay, generally, but broke both his wrists and big toe. I didn't find out until yesterday and went into major histrionics for a while, finally really calming down once I spoke with him at the hospital. He's being released in a couple of hours and will be recouping at his dad's for a while, but I feel so helpless being on the other side of the ocean. Love sucks sometimes.

I'm in another play. Wait, I never mentioned the last one. Um okay, so I was in the Greek Chorus of Trojan Women performed at the Aggasiz Theatre at Harvard last month. It was a good experience, if a little frantic (only three weeks from page to stage). This time the is much more preparation time. I'll be playing Anfisa, the 80 year old nanny in Chekhov's The Three Sisters , also at Harvard, during Arts First weekend. It's a small part, but I'm finding it interesting to try to bring my body and voice into age. So far I suck, but I think I'll get better as I go along (as has been happening even during the rehearsals)

You don't call, you don't write and, most importantly, you don't blog. Teru, you are the slack de la slack.

Gorodish kitty died yesterday at the age of 17. In his day he was champion mouser and ruler of his domain, challenging all pretenders to the throne. In his later years, battle scars healed, he stettled in to a quiet life at home, prefering the comfort of beds to rainy nights hunting. He was a wonderful cat, a good companion and will be dearly missed.

Kabarett 16-Bit is tomorrow night. I'm MCing it and already had one anxiety dream where I couldn't find the gallery and ended up stuck in a hell dimension where there was some deamon bloodsport thing going on. Sort of a cross between Buffy and Van Damme movie. Aside from the dream, I am kind of excited about it. I've found myself slipping into character throughout the day today and am looking forward to going home to finish a costume and gather the rest of my things for it. The show itself promises to be a hoot, and my only real worry is that the weather will keep people away.

London was fun. It was tough to leave The Doc again. I, of course, got sick when I got home (actually felt it coming on the day before I left Nodnol), so won't blog much more about the trip until I feel better. Slept a TON this weekend and just took this afternoon off from work to sleep some more.

It's my mom's birthday today and I don't get to call her and give her greetings :( By the time I get off the plane at Heathrow, she'll be off at work at her new job and when she get's home (she's doing 2nd shift) it will be the wee hours in London.

I'm going to London on Monday. This will be my second overseas birthday, and buch less of a whirlwind trip than the one for the Big Three Oh was. And I get to see The Doc sigh . He has planned breakfast in bed for the birthday and then we are going to a matinee of The Moustrap . Comments My comments were off-line for a bit as the company I was using is no more. But the good folks at HaloScan have taken up the hosting, even retaining the old comments.

Just let me finish up the semester and get these silly work trainings out of the way. Oh, and it might not be until I get back from London either (no, I'll be good and blog before then)

I just looked up "Teru" on Google and an I was the second listing! I wonder what it will take for me to be the I'm Feeling Lucky result

Well I was wrong about the snow being all gone. It cooled down enough the there's still a bit left in the grass and a few light flurries are whiping about in the air