This is going to be a post that I write when I have random time over the next three days because the next three days are going to be insane busy crazy nuts bad. Doubt I can get it done tonight like I planned. I am WRITTEN OUT. Too much writing in the past few days. My head’s all muddled up.
So you probably want to know how the panel thingy went, right? Um…well, sometimes you do a thing, and then it’s done, and then the nicest thing you can say is, “that’s done, and I never, ever have to do that again, ever?” So, yeah. That’s what I’m saying about that. I did it, it’s done, it…did not go well, and that’s that. There are reasons I do not leave my house and talk in front of people and live my life on the internet. Let’s just leave it at that, ok? OK. Good. It is done, and I never, EVER have to do that again. Not even one little time. I can now look back on this experience and say, “no, I think I will not choose to do that, because one time I did, and IT WAS A COMPLETE AND TOTAL DISASTER.” OK. There’s your vague and unhelpful update. And don’t even be nice and say, “oh, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” Because if there was EVEN the SLIGHTEST BIT OF HUMOR in what happened at that panel, I can promise you I’d be sharing it. IT WAS JUST THAT CRASH-AND-BURNY. No no no.
Anyway. ANYWAY. So that’s what I did today. And now THAT’S over. So this week I’m working at least 6 days in a row, so 48 hours, and maybe more if they decide they want me on Sunday. I’ll take it. Anything over 40 hours is overtime, baby. I do so like extra money, because it can be spent on wasty things like THE ELECTRIC BILL and even – wait, this is going to be good – FRESH FRUIT. So I don’t get scurvy. Arrr.

Why do all the fruit pictures have things in them I hate like melons and grapes and kiwi? GROSS. NO THANK YOU.
So tomorrow night: auditions. Then Tuesday night: auditions. Then Wednesday: I GET TO GO HOME AFTER WORK HOORAY! That’ll be nice, right? RIGHT. There’s a certain cat here who likes that plan a lot. He’s getting all kinds of separation anxiety. For Dumbcat, separation anxiety means he gets in and out and in and out and IN and OUT of bed with me a billion times a night and each time meows into my face when I’m sleeping and wants petting and headbutts me and I find it very hard to be mean to him, because I love him the most, but also I like sleeping so much, too. So I say “no no Dumbcat Mom is SLEEPIN'” and he is sad and gets down and then back he comes, like an hour later, thinking, “hmm. Perhaps she is not sleeping NOW!” because he is ETERNALLY HOPEFUL, this cat. You cannot dislike him for that. It’s charming.
Then Thursday it is Wicked time, hooray! And Friday I work late and then also Saturday. And also Friday I go straight to the theater to see The Shape of Things with K. and A. which is exciting because I love them AND I love the show. So I’m going to be a little missing this week. Sorry, people who care about such things. Someday things will get right back on track, I’d think.
Oh, I totally got to talk to The Nephew today. He has a toy train named Cranky, apparently. Which I thought was a very funny name for a train. (It is, right? Come on. That’s a funny name for a train.) So I told my mom, “That’s MY name. I’M Cranky.” So she told The Nephew that, and he was all, “NO NO!” and he actually WANTED THE PHONE, which is a first, because he NEVER wants the phone. So he got on the phone with his little Nephew-breathing and I said, “That’s MY name. I am Cranky.” And he said, “No no. You are Aunt Amy!” and I laughed and I said, “But, The Nephew! I am very cranky!” and he said, “Nooooo.” And since he’s always right, I said, “OK. I am Aunt Amy.” And he laughed and said, “OK. Bye!” and gave the phone back to my mom, because he was DONE with that conversation, because he’d won it. That’s ok. He can always win. I’ll let him. Other people can teach him how to be a graceful loser if they want. I’m the aunt. I get to provide moral support and snack foods and presents. Mom said he was laughing the whole time, so that’s an Aunt Amy win. I like that I can still make the kiddo laugh, even long-distance. I MISS YOU KIDDO! You have my whole heart!
Oh, and tomorrow (well, days ago for you, I suppose) my next review will be in the paper! I’m going to try to buy a paper on the way home tomorrow night but I don’t know if I’ll be able to. Probably I’m wasting my money BUYING ALL MY REVIEWS but I really like to have hard copies of them all. I’ll make a scrapbook or something someday. Be all fancy. Or just make a huge pile of papers so that I’m like a hoarder and then I’ll get mice or something. Well, MORE mice. (Although I haven’t seen a mouse since Dumbcat did the mouse-slaughtering that time. Thanks, Dumbcat! Nice job, babe!) UPDATE UPDATE: I totally ran out of time to buy the paper. But here’s the link if you want to spend $2 reading me geek out about Hello, Dolly. Spoiler alert: I loved it so much.
Also, by now Dad is back! Soon I will get to talk to him and THAT will be exciting. I can’t wait. It’s been a long time since I talked to Dad. We will have MANY things to talk about. Hunting and traveling and LIFE and MOOSE. And what was up in that hunting cabin. ALSO AN UPDATE: totally talked to him tonight. I will have a Dad-post soon. I missed him like CRAZY. It was a good conversation until we started shouting about politics and then we decided to get off the phone.
OK, now it is bedtime. There are so not enough pictures in this post but it is so so late and I’m going to be a zombie tomorrow. I have to bed it up by 10 every night this week except Thursday. I am not the best at early-bedtiming, so we’ll see what happens with that. However, it’s gotten colder, and I sleep MUCH better when it’s colder. I can burrow under covers like a champ and get all cozy. It’s my favorite. Happy Wednesday, people! The week’s almost over! YAY FOR THE WEEK BEING ALMOST OVER!!!
November 7th, 2012 at 12:28 pm
You’re weird. Melons are great. I love me some nice big heavy melons. And that’s not even an euphemism.
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November 7th, 2012 at 6:57 pm
GROSS. Melons are SO DISGUSTING. (Not euphemism-melons, either. REAL melons.) I don’t like any of them. Even watermelons. They made me so grossed out.
I really only like a few fruits. Pineapple, strawberries, bananas, apples. I think that’s it.
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November 7th, 2012 at 10:11 pm
I’m sorry Amy, but of those four only the apple is an actual botanical fruit. The strawberry is a false/accessory fruit and both the pineapple and banana is a berry.
But don’t worry – botany is VERY tricky.
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November 7th, 2012 at 10:36 pm
And I suddenly realise that my previous comment sounded very condescending – even for me. Feel free to remove or edit as you see fit.
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November 7th, 2012 at 10:37 pm
You goofball. You’ve never been condescending to me a day in your life. I’m removing or editing NOTHING.
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November 7th, 2012 at 10:37 pm
That’s probably why I like them. Because they’re not really fruit.
I’m weird about fruit. And most vegetables, actually. And berries. And all foods, let’s be honest.
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November 7th, 2012 at 12:30 pm
Do you also find those train faces slightly unsettling? I can’t put my finger on it – they just look wrong somehow. Borderline uncanny valley.
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November 7th, 2012 at 6:56 pm
Oh, they’re terrifying. I don’t know why he likes that show. It’d give me nightmares.
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November 7th, 2012 at 12:38 pm
Hee, you are NOT cranky!
Don’t be cranky, be Aunt Amy. <3
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November 7th, 2012 at 6:55 pm
I’m pretty cranky. I’m a cranky old lady! :)
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November 7th, 2012 at 1:49 pm
Sorry your panel was a Hindenburg experience. But, well, at least you learned to never do one again, as you said!
And am totally stoked to hear all of the Dad/moose adventures!
Hope you are able to get SOME rest, between head-buttings! ;-)
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November 7th, 2012 at 6:55 pm
Tonight I will be sleeping like the dead. I’m already planning it!
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November 7th, 2012 at 3:03 pm
so, and then did you ever see streisand in hello dolly?
also, hindenburg would be a good plot point on a scale for measuring pain or distress. like when they ask you to put a number on your pain or anxiety, it would be better for me if it was words and not numbers.
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November 7th, 2012 at 6:54 pm
No, I haven’t seen it at all before! This was my first time ever!
It WOULD be a good scale! “On a scale of one to ten Hindenburgs, how crash-and-burny do you feel today?”
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November 8th, 2012 at 12:39 am
well, now you can see the film… it’s a typical babs film, all about her, but it’d be interesting for you to compare and contrast now that you’ve seen another version.
i think i am going to start using the hindenburg scale from now on. what do you mean i CATASTROPHIZE?
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November 8th, 2012 at 6:43 am
I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. FOUR HINDENBURGS!!!!
I don’t love Streisand. I know I *should*, and I admire her as a human, but I don’t love her performances. She seems too…I don’t know. Self-indulgent? Self-congratulatory? Self-something. She’s a little hard for me to watch.
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November 8th, 2012 at 7:18 am
i guess she was of her time. my mum loved her. she is very stagey, and ‘the way we were’ is an incredibly ridiculous film because they are supposed to be young students and neither her nor redford looked a day under 40.
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November 8th, 2012 at 6:27 pm
That movie just confused me. It was way too sappy, too. I like SAD, but sappy makes me want to stab kittens.
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November 9th, 2012 at 11:27 am
yeah, i doubt i will willingly watch streisand ever again.
cloying.
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November 7th, 2012 at 4:23 pm
oh, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad…
I love Wicked. I don’t know why…I just really do.
Will your dad kill a moose? Will he be all huntery and eat it’s beating heart or drink it’s blood? Will he come back “changed”? I’m excited to learn.
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November 7th, 2012 at 6:54 pm
It was worse than that bad, Jim. IT WAS WORSE THAN THAT BAD.
“Wicked” is amazing. I’m so excited about tomorrow!
You shall SEE what happened to Dad in New Found Land! Soon, I hope! He has not come back changed, though. He’s still crotchety and dad-like.
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November 8th, 2012 at 7:48 am
Melons are gross. I don’t do melons, either. Kiwi is also gross, but I love grapes.
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November 8th, 2012 at 6:26 pm
I don’t like grapes, either, because once I ate a grape and there was a seed in it all unexpected-like and now I distrust them. I know. I am the weirdest about food.
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November 12th, 2012 at 11:49 am
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