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. 
Take one from Facebook and all other social media for the day. Because there’s a lot of useless hatred there lately.
I don’t have time this morning to delineate the reasons why I abhor the idea of denying rights to those who commit their so-called “vices” <note sarcasm> publicly, while freely and unreservedly granting them to those who might keep their sins (gossip, lust, envy, adultery, greed, pride, hatred) more private.
I don’t have time to discuss my aversion to the cherry-picking nature of some believers (and make no mistake, I am a believer) who are so caught up in the religious version of Manifest Destiny that they are blind to all forms of divergent consideration or rational discourse. Despite the 50+ translations of the scriptures, and centuries upon centuries of disagreement on its specific meaning on many subjects, and dozens of splinter Christian denominations that interpret the bible differently (while all claiming to be right), the bible is clear on everything, and the version on your night stand is the right one.
Not in my neighborhood.
I don’t have time to address anything more this morning, so I won’t, other than to say the Law here is my law, and I like it that way. There is peace here because this ain’t Usenet or Facebook. And that’s the way it stays.
This believer says “equal marriage rights for all.” End of story.
1. you *could* actually go back to bed and sleep, but you can’t? The obligatory post-show head cold has arrived, and I’m slogging through coffee I don’t want to try to wake up from the NyQuil hangover I definitely don’t need.
2. you type out an entire post, and WordPress gives you an error and everything goes away without being saved? Oy.
It’s OK, though. It’s all little stuff. I was fortunate to have a long weekend following a good show, which was great, thanks to the weird spring snowstorm. I do remember being stranded in the house due to heavy snowfall as late as the 4th of April. I can’t remember what year that happened, but it was on the 4th. Yesterday, it was strange seeing the Thriller do this kind of yard work, but it was a nice day otherwise. Got a little work done, and a lot of relaxing.
Now it’s back to the old grind: the push to spring concerts and graduation. Can’t believe we’re down to fewer than 50 days of school left. This year has gone by pretty fast.
Kind of like this morning, thanks to WordPress barfing everywhere. Now we’re late for the shower and we doesn’t like it. I hope you had a great weekend; now it’s back in the old routine, yeah man…
Crabbyfink
Doot, doo, doo, lookin’ out my back door.
Hmmm. A huge performance weekend with a snow day the following Monday? And it’s almost April?
I don’t think that’s ever happened to me. But I’m glad it happened today. A gift!
It’s a great morning for quiet time, reading, coffee, and getting showered, dressed and to work on some long-shelved projects (like deep-cleaning the bathtub and cleaning out a closet). But the “work” part can wait a little longer. And I don’t have rehearsal tonight. Whatever shall we do about that?
Oh yeah — cook dinner! What a concept. 
Enjoy your Monday, fiends — I know I will, if only to take time to breathe and reflect on (and recover from) the last 10 weeks before going on to the next “thing…”
FO
And away we go again.
Great opening night — one of the best ever. Two shows remaining today, then tonight around 10, it’s another one in the books.
Stoney and I play the same record every year after opening night. We look back at all the hair pulling and sleepless nights and frustration and “if only they’d love it as much as we do” conversations, and realize that it was all worth it. They do love it as much as we do. I submit that there are few experiences quite like watching a group of 14-18-year-olds come together as a committed group of actors, singers and dancers and “give back” to their community. There’s not a diva in the bunch, and we couldn’t be prouder of how they pulled this thing off in front of a sellout crowd of awesome parents and friends.
Perhaps the best part is how this rural (and I do mean out in the middle of nowhere), small community completely and enthusiastically supports the performing arts, with their dollars and their attendance. The theory that only larger, wealthier districts have that kind of support is consistently disproved, year after year out here in Hooterville.
Now to match the magic of opening night this afternoon and tonight…yikes.
But hey…there’s food. Lots and lots of glorious food after the matinee and before the final show. I don’t know about anyone else, but that makes me sixteen kinds of happy. Bring it! Eat! Laugh! Sing! Laissez les freakin’ bon temps roulez.
