ghost_light: (Boggan)
The Civic Orchestra went off beautifully Friday night, finally. It was pretty touch and go if the show would happen, first with the ice storm and then with the Concert Master falling in his carport and not being able to perform. But the show did go on - we cut his big solo piece and a second violinist filled in for his solos in the other pieces. The Maestro gave me flowers before the show and made a big speech about how I always look after them so well and how much everyone loves working with me.


Saturday was my day to do nothing, but the DICS got a call to come lay track for derby practice again. The venue keeps pulling up the tape we use to lay the track if we leave it on "too long" so we have to re-do it every single week. Yes, that is as stupid, annoying and expensive as it sounds. In their defense, this week was because we rented the space to have two tracks for practice, but still. We expect to be called to do it all again next Saturday. And next Thursday.

After that [livejournal.com profile] lonelydumptruck hung out with [livejournal.com profile] crownwench and I went over to see [livejournal.com profile] geolinguist's new apartment and hang out with him. We haven't done that in far too long and it was a great, mellow afternoon including a trip to Moosestooth for pizza and beer. Sid was over hanging out with [livejournal.com profile] lonelydumptruck when I got home, which was also a mellow fun time. We drank far too much, stayed up way too late after Sid left and discovered the charms of How I Met Your Mother.

Sunday was the final tech for the Brr-lesque show. It went so well we decided we all deserved to go home early and relax instead of running the first act again, which is always good times.

Gardening

Jun. 5th, 2013 09:44 am
ghost_light: (Gardening)


I've sucked at posting, again, but LonelyDumptruck was in Vegas for the Burlesque Hall of Fame all last week, which made me a single mom to all of our plants and seedlings.

 

They all needed to be hardened off, so the soundtrack around the house was me yelling things like: What do you mean you're still thirsty?  It is not too cold!  Oh my God, who wet the bed this time?

 

Clearly I should not be left alone too much.

Mark it 15

Aug. 17th, 2011 10:06 am
ghost_light: (Us)


So.

Last night Rodney, LonelyDumptruck and I went to see The Big Lebowski.  The new super-theatre had a special screening to celebrate the Blue-Ray release.  Or maybe it was a new print.  Or it could have been because it was Tuesday.

Anyway, we went to Darwin's for caucasians and oat sodas afterwards.  Pretty much the entire bar had a sing-along to Yellow Submarine and spirits were high.  A strange woman came to our table to say she could tell my inner movie was Orlando.  Yeah...

Not long after that, LonelyDumptruck asked if I am working tonight. 

"Yes,"  I replied, with much wailing and gnashing of teeth.  Then I had to explain.  "Tomorrow is our anniversary and I agreed to work.  I whiffed it.  I'm a total guy."

"Oh," says Rodney.  "Wait a minute.  You are working at the PAC on your anniversary?" 

All I could do was nod miserably (I had beer in my mouth at the time, you see.)

"Oh,"  continues Rodney, then he looks at LonelyDumptruck.  "Wanna go to the Bush Company?  Because I can't think of a better way to spend your anniversary if you're old lady is working!!"

We all shot beer out of our noses and clinked bottles.  The jukebox started to play Hey Jude and the whole bar began to sing.  Good times, my friends.
















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Mark it 15

Aug. 17th, 2011 10:06 am
ghost_light: (Us)


So.

Last night Rodney, LonelyDumptruck and I went to see The Big Lebowski.  The new super-theatre had a special screening to celebrate the Blue-Ray release.  Or maybe it was a new print.  Or it could have been because it was Tuesday.

Anyway, we went to Darwin's for caucasians and oat sodas afterwards.  Pretty much the entire bar had a sing-along to Yellow Submarine and spirits were high.  A strange woman came to our table to say she could tell my inner movie was Orlando.  Yeah...

Not long after that, LonelyDumptruck asked if I am working tonight. 

"Yes,"  I replied, with much wailing and gnashing of teeth.  Then I had to explain.  "Tomorrow is our anniversary and I agreed to work.  I whiffed it.  I'm a total guy."

"Oh," says Rodney.  "Wait a minute.  You are working at the PAC on your anniversary?" 

All I could do was nod miserably (I had beer in my mouth at the time, you see.)

"Oh,"  continues Rodney, then he looks at LonelyDumptruck.  "Wanna go to the Bush Company?  Because I can't think of a better way to spend your anniversary if you're old lady is working!!"

We all shot beer out of our noses and clinked bottles.  The jukebox started to play Hey Jude and the whole bar began to sing.  Good times, my friends.
















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Le Sigh

May. 9th, 2011 08:38 pm
ghost_light: (Brilliance)
We started to watch a documentary on stupidity, but we turned it off to watch 2012.

Le Sigh

May. 9th, 2011 08:38 pm
ghost_light: (Brilliance)
We started to watch a documentary on stupidity, but we turned it off to watch 2012.
ghost_light: (White Trash)
The flat roof of the building next to us, the one we call Lake Spenard, has a whole loaf of bread on it.
ghost_light: (White Trash)
The flat roof of the building next to us, the one we call Lake Spenard, has a whole loaf of bread on it.
ghost_light: (Little Miss Giggles)
I saw my OT for the first time in a while
(I've been doing very well lately, but that is another post.) She confided in me that the universe has been speaking to her for a few weeks.

And it has been talking about Flashdance.

It started when the CD fell off the shelf at the library. Then she saw The Full Monty, where they watch a bit of the movie. She found the soundtrack in the dollar rack at Title Wave and on and on.

One afternoon she was at the hospital and about to ask a large African-American nurse if she could see a particular patient when she heard the title track being played on the radio.

My OT stopped dead, gaping at the coincidence. The nurse folded her arms and asked if my OT planned to ask her something or if they were going to stand there. So my OT poured out the whole story.

"Um-hm," proclaimed the nurse. "God is talking to you honey."

"..." replied my OT.

"Because I don't know what the helll else could be going on," the nurse continued. "The Good Lord is telling you to get a chair and a bucket of water."

When I told LonelyDumptruck about this his only comment was "That makes the Good Lord sound something like a perv."

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ghost_light: (Little Miss Giggles)
I saw my OT for the first time in a while
(I've been doing very well lately, but that is another post.) She confided in me that the universe has been speaking to her for a few weeks.

And it has been talking about Flashdance.

It started when the CD fell off the shelf at the library. Then she saw The Full Monty, where they watch a bit of the movie. She found the soundtrack in the dollar rack at Title Wave and on and on.

One afternoon she was at the hospital and about to ask a large African-American nurse if she could see a particular patient when she heard the title track being played on the radio.

My OT stopped dead, gaping at the coincidence. The nurse folded her arms and asked if my OT planned to ask her something or if they were going to stand there. So my OT poured out the whole story.

"Um-hm," proclaimed the nurse. "God is talking to you honey."

"..." replied my OT.

"Because I don't know what the helll else could be going on," the nurse continued. "The Good Lord is telling you to get a chair and a bucket of water."

When I told LonelyDumptruck about this his only comment was "That makes the Good Lord sound something like a perv."

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*snerk*

Jun. 26th, 2010 04:21 pm
ghost_light: (Nothing to Say)
Okay - I do have actually content I should be posting, but all I can say right now is since someone took a wild guess at pronouncing "vuvuzela" and came up with "vulvaphone"...that is the only way I can say it.

*snerk*

Jun. 26th, 2010 04:21 pm
ghost_light: (Nothing to Say)
Okay - I do have actually content I should be posting, but all I can say right now is since someone took a wild guess at pronouncing "vuvuzela" and came up with "vulvaphone"...that is the only way I can say it.

FB Fail

May. 5th, 2010 01:58 pm
ghost_light: (Brilliance)
lonelydumptruck has been home sick for a couple days. Last night we were so tired we just watched a movie and were going to go straight to bed.

lonelydumptruck, the smart one in our family, went right to bed. I went to check email.

I've been getting a few strange messages from FaceBook, leading me to believe a couple friends have been hacked. In my email box last night was a message from someone reading simply "uh-oh". My poor sleep-deprived brain looked at that and immediately hit the 'I've been HACKED!!!11!!" alarm.

I head right to FaceBook and I'm logged out. That doesn't happen. Oh Noes!! I really have been hacked!!11!!"

I start typing in my password and it won't work!! Teh Horrors!!

I promptly get the code to reset my password and make it something absolutely fucking impossible. It took me three tries to change it because I couldn't even type it in the same way twice.

Then I discover the 'uh-oh' was a reply to someone else's comment. It slowly begins to dawn that I was not hacked, I was just typing my password wrong.

Oh well, figure I, I'll re-check my always-logged in button and just change it back to my easier one tomorrow.

Except I was logged out overnight.

And I can't remember the fucking password.

FB Fail

May. 5th, 2010 01:58 pm
ghost_light: (Brilliance)
lonelydumptruck has been home sick for a couple days. Last night we were so tired we just watched a movie and were going to go straight to bed.

lonelydumptruck, the smart one in our family, went right to bed. I went to check email.

I've been getting a few strange messages from FaceBook, leading me to believe a couple friends have been hacked. In my email box last night was a message from someone reading simply "uh-oh". My poor sleep-deprived brain looked at that and immediately hit the 'I've been HACKED!!!11!!" alarm.

I head right to FaceBook and I'm logged out. That doesn't happen. Oh Noes!! I really have been hacked!!11!!"

I start typing in my password and it won't work!! Teh Horrors!!

I promptly get the code to reset my password and make it something absolutely fucking impossible. It took me three tries to change it because I couldn't even type it in the same way twice.

Then I discover the 'uh-oh' was a reply to someone else's comment. It slowly begins to dawn that I was not hacked, I was just typing my password wrong.

Oh well, figure I, I'll re-check my always-logged in button and just change it back to my easier one tomorrow.

Except I was logged out overnight.

And I can't remember the fucking password.

And Now....

Apr. 7th, 2010 12:18 am
ghost_light: (Mark)
...a "Lost" re-cap with lonelydumptruck and userinfoGhost_Light.

userinfoGhost_Light: It's a Hurley episode next! I love Hurley.

lonelydumptruck: I just realized something...Hurley is a prophet. That's his job. He gets information and passes it on to the rest of the tribe.

userinfoGhost_Light: He does! And I love how he and Miles are flip-sides of the same coin.

lonelydumptruck: Yeah, because Hurley is usually sweetness and light and Miles -

userinfoGhost_Light: - is a bitter old fuck sometimes.

lonelydumptruck: Well, he does see dead people.

And Now....

Apr. 7th, 2010 12:18 am
ghost_light: (Mark)
...a "Lost" re-cap with lonelydumptruck and userinfoGhost_Light.

userinfoGhost_Light: It's a Hurley episode next! I love Hurley.

lonelydumptruck: I just realized something...Hurley is a prophet. That's his job. He gets information and passes it on to the rest of the tribe.

userinfoGhost_Light: He does! And I love how he and Miles are flip-sides of the same coin.

lonelydumptruck: Yeah, because Hurley is usually sweetness and light and Miles -

userinfoGhost_Light: - is a bitter old fuck sometimes.

lonelydumptruck: Well, he does see dead people.
ghost_light: (Like Button)
Ringing in the new year, I was overwhelmed with an urge to throw open the front door and yell
"I am a golden god!!"

As soon as I closed the door I had to open it again to yell "Steve Holt!!"
ghost_light: (Like Button)
Ringing in the new year, I was overwhelmed with an urge to throw open the front door and yell
"I am a golden god!!"

As soon as I closed the door I had to open it again to yell "Steve Holt!!"

Auf!

Nov. 19th, 2009 11:17 pm
ghost_light: (Fucked)
Tonight was Project Runway with userinfoGeolinguist. Extra fun because we hated all 3 of the girls going to Fashion Week. Then one got sick and we started to root for her.

I think we managed to sum up the whole season in one exchange:

Heidi (at the final moments): Blonde.....Bitch.....

userinfoghost_light: You are both out!!

userinfoGeolinguist: And Michael Cors is in!! (Flailing dance of joy begins)

userinfoghost_light: Op! Op! Wait. He's out too. But only for a sexy party!

Auf!

Nov. 19th, 2009 11:17 pm
ghost_light: (Fucked)
Tonight was Project Runway with userinfoGeolinguist. Extra fun because we hated all 3 of the girls going to Fashion Week. Then one got sick and we started to root for her.

I think we managed to sum up the whole season in one exchange:

Heidi (at the final moments): Blonde.....Bitch.....

userinfoghost_light: You are both out!!

userinfoGeolinguist: And Michael Cors is in!! (Flailing dance of joy begins)

userinfoghost_light: Op! Op! Wait. He's out too. But only for a sexy party!

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