So remember yesterday, when I was all crabby and stuff? I had a reasonably bad attitude when I got to school, and it really didn’t improve much as the day went on. It wasn’t anything the kids did; actually, rehearsals went pretty well all day long. It was the schedule for the musical, things at school being affected by budget cuts…it was sad all around.

And then, this. A parent stops by with a huge Ball jar full of Godiva chocolates. Shortly before that, Stoney and I ironed out the details for the musical. We now have an opening date.

It’s a bit different this year (no Friday opening night, but rather a Saturday matinee, Saturday night, and Sunday matinee performance), but we’re fine with it. It’s going to work. And I got my awesome, top-drawer pit players, which makes me happy. Fiddler will be a fun show to put together.

I hope. But if not, I have extra chocolate — at least for now. Pace yourself, Finky. Pace yourself. Two a day. 

Caption, anyone?

Stoney and I finally decide on a show for the fall, only to discover that football season runs a week later this year, and we can’t have the customary date the theater department uses (during parent-teacher conferences, when the kids have a day off, which is awesome for the cast, crew AND production staff).

Bummer. Oh well, it’s OK. Go to the next week, right?

Wrong. There’s a symphony concert that will grab several of my best pit players that weekend. Bummer. Oh well, it’s OK. Go to the next week, right?

Wrong. Basketball scrimmages start up.

So what are we theater geeks to do? Improvise. The wheels are turning. We might have to think so far outside the box that we can’t even see the box anymore. Boxless; that’s us.

Even though it’s no one’s fault, it kind of makes me mad. Kind of makes me want to paint things falling off cliffs. 

Mmm, yummy.

Haven’t done a WW post in a while. It was 2009, to be exact. Not that there haven’t been plenty of weird Wednesdays, mind (and Thursdays and Mondays and…); I’ve just not written about them. Behold the peculiarity:

• The Indians (yes, she’s talking about them again) actually won their first game of the season. That hasn’t happened in four years.
• As I dumped a big ol’ fistful of spinach into the Ninja this morning, I thought, “Can one eat too much spinach?” Well, apparently, one can. Guess I’ll have to switch it up. And for the record, no olive oil is ever sliding down this throat *ewwwww shudder*, so I’ll just have to make do.
• I didn’t get massively sick after Joseph closed, as is my standard habit after a show run. *looking up for other shoe*
• This.

And that’s all the oddity I have time for this morning, alas. Time to get ready to go to work: the job I sometimes dread, often absolutely love, and always appreciate, because I am blessed to actually have a job.

Random neuron firing: I just thought to myself, before pressing the “Publish” link — What if this isn’t Wednesday? Haha. Rat Fink, Rat Fink. What a donkey.

Halfway to the weekend; we can do this!

…that you can bet your last dime there’ll be people who buy it — “it” being stuff like this. From the Telegraph article:

Twitter has announced that starting today, it is shifting to a two-tiered system: a basic free service, Twttr, which uses only consonants, and a premium service which also includes vowels for five dollars a month. The social networking site said on its blog that they’re doing this because by eliminating vowels, it is encouraging a more efficient and “dense” form of communication. However, users will be able to use the letter ‘y’ for free, with early adopters like comedian Joan Rivers quickly adapting to the vowel-less way of typing.

Yeah, the thing is that some people will totally blow past the “April Fools'” part in the title, and shortcut it to the Chicken Little trajectory. Google people are up to their annual April Fools’ Day tricks, as if it wasn’t bad enough to honk off millions of people yesterday by ignoring Easter on a commemorative Doodle (even though Google hasn’t posted a single religion-themed Doodle for the last 13 years). This year, they rolled out Google Nose, which people might really swallow as well.

Can you see the Facebook posts? This Google Nose thing is a ripoff. I can’t smell anything!

Oy.

Meanwhile — and this is no foolin’ — only Lindsay Lohan would be flying to Brazil to party after just being remanded to rehab following her umpteenth arrest. Only Lindsay Lohan, I’m tellin’ ya. The second-, third- and sixteenth-chance gods are favoring her, because that would not happen to a single person reading this today (nor to the 6.9 billion other persons not reading this today).

And that’s all I have to say about that. Hey, look at me, not going to school and all. How shall I spend my last day of “spring break?” Working, of course. But it’ll be at my pace, thank you. I hope your holiday weekend was spectacular, fiends.

ZergNet makes me mad. One minute, it’s 6:15 a.m. (yay, it’s my first day of “spring break” and I slept in), the next — it’s 7:30.

Time to go attempt to be productive today. I admit I have spent the last hour marinating in useless celebrity gawking. Terrible! What a waste of time.

I love being on vacation.