Delay #2

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Hoo-ee. I’m tired as a one-legged man in an…

Another two-hour delay; except this time, I’m hoping for the all-out cancellation. Lots to do today, and I’d love to have some extra time. Extra time — we’re always after it, aren’t we? We chase the bright, elusive butterfly of enhanced productivity.

I read somewhere that I have no right to complain about not having enough time in my day, because didn’t Albert Einstein and Louis Pasteur only have 24 hours, just like me? Yabbut…ah well, nevermind.

The Dinner Theatre soul-sucking has begun, but actually, I had a lot of fun at rehearsal last night. This Just. Might. Work.

Happy Finkday. It’s here at last! Tonight, BFF Kay and Bob come for dinner and a movie. I’d love to have all day to get chores done, shop and cook something fun. But of course, NOBODY ever does what I want…

Various & Sundry XXXI

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OK click here and stare at it. Report back.

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Ever wonder what happened to Hobbiton after LotR finished filming in New Zealand? Nice. :-)

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True RNF: Ever wonder why the arms of people condemned to die via lethal injection are still swabbed with alcohol before the needle goes in? What, to prevent infection? Hmmm.

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Do NOT start playing with this. Remember, I warned you.

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Latest entry on the “Stuff I Want” list.

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Finally, this is a grammatically correct sentence:

Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.

And there you go. I’m off to the showers, since I actually have school today.

FO

WotD II

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Nettled.

Annoyed. Peeved. Hacked off. Irritated. I like the word nettled. Has a good mouth feel. It could also mean the state of having been stricken by the “weedy plant of the temperate urticaceous genus Urtica, having serrated leaves with stinging hairs and greenish flowers” (Harper Collins).

Them stinging hairs…

So why “nettled” today? Well you’d think I’d be delighted at having a two-hour delay from school, but I am not. Too much to do, and delays totally whack out my class schedule, not to mention wreak havoc on any evening rehearsals — like the ones I have tonight — in the event school is closed.

Nettled.

But it’s January in Ohio, so it’s not like I’m surprised, having lived here for going on 38 years. I will use my two hours wisely. Or not. :-)

Update: School is now canceled. No likey.

Round 11

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MLK Day and we’re off to the races. Today marks the start of the rehearsal schedule for my 11th Dinner Theatre. Hard to believe. Of course, this means that my life, for all intents and purposes, is over for awhile. Rather, I live for these and jazz shoes and…

  • transpositions
  • how can I make this work?
  • I just hope it sounds as good coming out of their mouths as it does in my head
  • cripes I gotta get bass parts written
  • Greg, can we….?
  • why am I still not hearing those heel drops?
  • hey, here’s something — dancers have to count.
  • they’ll never be able to pull this off
  • there are no blown-out knees in theater!
  • oh good, Stoney’s here
  • people are gonna be runnin’ for the exits
  • can we please sing in tune this time?
  • sweety, you can’t just make stuff up.
  • WHERE ARE MY KEYS?

And that’ll do for starters. Gotta pack it in and go to the school house for the day. Am I getting too old to dance with teenagers? Nah. I think they should be able to keep up with me. :-)

Things that make me woozy

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You know, sometimes it’s a wonder I can function in normal society. In addition to aviophobia, claustrophobia, coulrophobia and atychiphobia, I also suffer (not surprisingly) from acrophobia — fear of heights.

OK, so I’m not really afraid of clowns. That’s more a nod to my good fiend Stoney. But back to me.

Of the aforementioned, I’d say only two are bona fide “phobias,” meaning that I have a persistent, unrealistic, irrational fear that causes me significant anxiety. That would be my fear of suffocation and fear of heights (although a more accurate description might be bathophobia — fear of falling from a high place).

Are you surprised that aviophobia didn’t make the short list? That’s because while I hate, hate, loathe flying, I will do it if I have to, on occasion. That is, if there is absolutely no other remotely feasible way for me to reach my destination other than going 30,000 feet in the air, I’ll take a plane. But you’ll never, ever, ever in your long-legged life get me to walk a ledge, or even get close to one. Been there, done that, hated it.

I’ve jerked to consciousness from dreaming about it, and I’ve shaken off thoughts of it while awake. It’s insane.

I came across a collection of awesome old photos from New York City this morning that pretty much illustrate my fear. Check these out:

Ew. I also hate crossing suspended bridges, which I suppose is an extension of the fear of falling from high places. I’m not as bad as this poor gal, but I do not enjoy the experience.

Some people have giggled at my weirdness, saying things like, “Hey, when it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go,” and “You could fall from three feet up and still die.” Yeeaaaaaaaaaah BUT…I have no interest whatsoever in aiding and abetting the eventuality. Knowm sayin’?

All right, I’m off to breakfast with Mavis. At Friendly’s, where everything’s at ground level. :-)

Happy Sumday!