I’m terribly late on these birthday greetings. Whose birthday was it?

Mine!

On 22 February, 2008, Rockin’ the Bourgeoisie was hatched. And now look at me. All six years old ‘n stuff. Six years, 1,777 posts and 9,768 comments later, and we’re still goin’ at it.

I know I haven’t been faithful to my writing lately. I’m not sure why that’s the case, either. It’s certainly not for lack of writing love; I have that in spades. However, it seems that I’ve pushed my writing back further and further as of late, in favor of an extra 25 minutes of sleep in the mornings. Not working. I’m still up at 4:30, but doing other things instead.

Well, as Dr. Switzer would say…

But enough of that negativity — I’m always on the lookout for a reason to party, and this is as good as any. So, let’s see here…what shall we do today? Write rhythm section parts? Finish that chart on “Happy” that I started a couple nights ago? Now that sounds like a righteous hoot, lemmetellya. Ready, steady, here we go.

Happy weekend, fiends! Stay outta the snow.

Yeah, once in a while I come clean to my fiends. Like here and here, today’s post will feature truth-telling from the depths of my black, shriveled soul.

1. I am bitter about a 9-year-old issue. Truth. My local school levy (for which many of my colleagues and I put in hours and hours of work and personal time and creativity) failed, 70%-30%. It would have included a 500-seat theater, complete with stage rigging, a scene shop, dressing rooms, acoustical treatments, draperies, pit, the works. I took the failure quite personally, and after seeing the plans for my local school district’s new high school performing arts wing, my bitterness burns anew. I know there was not much I could do about it; heck, I couldn’t even vote for the levy, as I don’t live in the school district where I teach. But I’m still mad. And jealous. Jealous and mad. Madly jealous. It’s not fair to my kids. Oh, well. Whining and $4…
2. I hate the idea of getting dressed up and going somewhere. No joke — I can’t count how many times I’ve looked at the clock and thought, I suppose I could just cancel… But once I’m there, I usually enjoy the experience a great deal. I am a lazy n’er-do-well when I want to be.
3. Although I have, in essence, cried “Wolf!” in the past regarding rehearsals for an upcoming show, I must confess that the recent spate of snow days, coupled with myriad rescheduled athletic events and basketball tournament games, is cutting too deeply into my rehearsal schedule. I fear cuts of the musical kind. At least I have that option, which I wouldn’t so much with a standard Broadway musical. Revues can be a bit more flexible, but one still has to give the customer what he pays for. Ah, first-world problems…

Confession: good for the lungs, heart, digestion and general constitution. I hope my three-hour rehearsal this afternoon will yield the same results with regard to preparedness. Oy.

FO

Today’s news: Stop the world. I wanna get off. Wasn’t that a Broadway musical? I’m too lazy to find out.

But seriously, hold up.  Lots to discuss today.

1. Last night, we had dinner-and-movie evening (the first one in a very long time) with Bob & Kay. We watched the first part of a Ken Burns documentary on the Dust Bowl. Incredible. If you have Netflix streaming or Amazon Instant Video (it’s free for Prime members), you must watch it. Here’s the trailer:

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It seriously made me ashamed to complain about long lines at the grocery checkout or sluggish internet downloads.

2. The extra snow days thing passed the Ohio House. Now it goes to the Senate. If it passes there, the governor (whose proposal it was in the first place) will sign it into law. But now there’s talk about not paying teachers for snow days, as well as puffed-up politicians piffling on about the allotted extra days causing students to “miss out on educational opportunities” — as if they (the dirty pols) are more concerned about kids than appearing to take a hard stance in their districts with regard to those filthy, money-grubbing, overpaid teachers in order to bolster their chances for reelection. Bite me.

3. Remy, while still afraid of his shadow (and everyone else’s shadow as well) is making progress: He will now go to visit the Thriller in his office while I am home. Although right now, he’s in his standard hideout, at my feet, under my desk.

4. Well, sorry Arizona (and awesome RtB fiend David, who is likely ashamed as well), but after the ridiculous anti-gay vote, I’d say if I were an Arizona resident, I’d eat at Rocco’s. Like, daily.

5. I know I’m going to Hades for being a grown woman and laughing at this, but if you get it, you might smile, too. Haha.

6. I did a lesson with all of my choirs on the 50th anniversary of the Beatles’ arrival in the US. The range of questions across age groups was, at times, comical. From a high school junior: What was the main reason the Beatles broke up? From a 10-year-old 5th grader: Did anyone video John Lennon getting shot?

7. The sad result of myriad snow days: Sunday rehearsals. Ugh.

Have a great weekend, fiends — I’m off to get my tap shoes and dance the afternoon away.

I’ve lost count, truly. All I know is we’re going to school in June (we’re generally out by or around Memorial Day). It’s OK. Not complaining about a job where the weather affects whether or not you go in. Lots of folks don’t have that benefit.

Hard to see, but that’s my unplowed street at 5:30 a.m.

I was surprised to get notification of closure, rather than delay, this morning at 5:20. But then I looked outside. All area schools are closed today, both where I live and 22 miles away, where I work. I do feel bad for the people who have to dig out their driveways so they can dig out their cars. But hey, it comes with living in the Great Lakes area, ja? No biggy. Onward. Though I am kicking myself for not bringing more work home…

So, there’s this, Capital One customers. Nice. The IRS and police would need a warrant from a judge to visit you at home, but the credit card company can drop by your house to collect any time they choose. Read the fine print, fiends. Or just use a debit card exclusively. Truly, there’s very little a debit card can’t do when compared to a credit card, although there are some rare exceptions, like funds capture above and beyond the total, and car rentals.

Then I read this, and while that may be true for some companies, Chase has never done it to me.

Problem 4: Theft protection

Lose your credit card to a thief, and your exposure is limited to $50. Lose your debit card to a thief, and you’ve got trouble. Why? Because that thief is out spending from the minute your card is gone, and your bank account is being depleted in real time.

Yes, your exposure is also limited to $50 if you inform the bank within 48 hours. But in the meantime the money is gone from your account and it might not reappear quickly.

The bank has up to 10 business days — and up to 45 if an investigation is required — to restore your balance. And if you take more than 48 hours to report a lost card, your liability limit is $500, not $50. Worse yet, if you fail to report a loss within 60 days of a bank statement showing the fraudulent transaction, your loss is unlimited.

I’ve had my debit card compromised three times in the last ten years, and each time, Chase immediately refunded all purchases made by the hacker (both times in excess of $600), canceled the card and issued a new one within hours. Their fraud division has real people to talk to, and I’ve never once encountered an issue on any dispute.

Not that I love banks, mind. (That’s another lengthy post.) But in a world of gargantuan financial institutions set down to rob us blind, Chase — for my money — has been a minor offender.

How did I get off on that tangent? This post was supposed to be about snow days. But since I’m on a stream-of-consciousness bender, I’ll tell you about a story I stumbled on last night. I never knew about the horrifying mid-air collision between a United and a TWA jet over Brooklyn in 1960. Never heard about it, ever. Had you? The photos are eerily reminiscent of a monochrome 9/11 retrospective. No survivors, although a young boy from Wilmette, Illinois hung on for a while before succumbing to his burns. Tragic.

If any good can come out of something like this, it is apparently the advances in “black box” technology that have enabled the air travel industry to refine its safety efforts. For a confessed aviophobe like Yours Truly, that is encouraging.

Well, hasn’t this just been a literary mash-up? Hey, good news: my blogging mentor, Ross — my Mr. Miyagi of online writing — has a guest post coming up. I love guest bloggers! RtB fiend David wrote a beautiful one about his combat experience in Viet Nam, and Ross has written one in the past as well. Do you have something to say? I wish you’d say it here. Hit me up; we’ll get you a username and password.

Happy Tunesday! I’m off for more espresso, and maybe even the treadmill **gasp**.

FO