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Jun. 13th, 2007 11:05 pmI got a late start to work this morning, so I really didn't notice how quiet the streets were. It seemed like there were more homeless people than normal shambling around 4th Ave. but I was so focused on my day and planning for the summer that I really didn't take the time to think about today.
I wish I'd kissed Mark goodbye.
I was just pulling into the parking lot when I got a call from one of my favorite kids. Syds was crying and asked if she could come spend the day at the warehouse with me. I couldn't get the full story out of her over the phone, but that's not unusual. Her parents are going through an incredibly messy divorce and I think the main sticking point is who gets custody of her. Syds often comes over to "help" when her parents have court dates. Anyway, her mom dropped her off about 10 and said she said her mom would pick her up around 2. Her mom never came back.
We were downstairs getting her face washed and her hose blown when we started hearing the pounding. Didn't hardly ping on my radar. I work in Mountain View, for fuck's sake. Every afternoon this week there is a group of kids in the parking lot at the Samoan church across the street marching around and chanting. Someone opened up my door and CLUCKED at me last night. Mountain View majors in weirdness.
It wasn't until someone started screaming that we really realized anything was wrong.
Katch from the museum was the one who told us. She's building this sculpture thing out in the courtyard of the museum. It's surrounded by a chain link fence on two sides, so she had a view of Bragaw down past the Red Apple. She saw them starting to come towards her, but her automatic instinct was that it was some of our "local color" coming to harass her about fencing off part of their drinking area. She said it wasn't until they got really close that she saw that they were missing limbs or parts of their faces.
We were just trying to get Syds calmed down from that, Katch was trying to backpedal and suggest that maybe it was all a trick of the sun, when we heard glass smashing and the jingle bell tied to the museum's front door start to jingle. Then somebody started to scream.
One of the dogs who comes to work with the museum ladies every day is named Tinker. He's a rather sweet little cockapoo who's owner has visited all manners of oddities on his fur. He's been shaved. He was dyed green for St. Patrick's Day. When his owner came around the corner holding half of him in her arms, it didn't seem strange for a moment. I think I was in shock.
It was Syds who snapped us out of it first. She started screaming about how they could get in through broken windows and she helped Katch push one of the stuffed yaks into the door frame between us and the museum. The other lady was frozen, just holding on to Tinker. We couldn't get her to move at all. We finally had to give up when we started seeing shadows on the walls of the museum coming our way.
The three of us made it upstairs and blockaded the tops of both staircases with old flats, chairs and couches. Thank God for all the junk in our set/prop collection. Thank God I was so busy with Syds that I forgot to unlock the downstairs door when we came in.
There's some food from "Much Ado" left over, mostly pretzels and pub mix. Most of the stuff in the fridge has gone off already. There's half a jug of water in the water cooler and I have 2 Diet Cokes left.
The sun won't be going down, so we'll be able to watch them all night. Most of them seem to be idling around the streets, but we can still hear them downstairs. I don't dare let Syds try to call her dad, I'm afraid they'll hear us up here.
I'm glad I just refilled my prescriptions of Soma and Ultram. I figure that will be enough to take care of Syds and maybe me if it comes to that. Katch keeps talking about trying to make a run for it using some of the swords or something. I worry that she doesn't understand the concept of "props".
If anyone is out there still, please send help. It's the end of the world out there.
I wish I'd kissed Mark goodbye.
I was just pulling into the parking lot when I got a call from one of my favorite kids. Syds was crying and asked if she could come spend the day at the warehouse with me. I couldn't get the full story out of her over the phone, but that's not unusual. Her parents are going through an incredibly messy divorce and I think the main sticking point is who gets custody of her. Syds often comes over to "help" when her parents have court dates. Anyway, her mom dropped her off about 10 and said she said her mom would pick her up around 2. Her mom never came back.
We were downstairs getting her face washed and her hose blown when we started hearing the pounding. Didn't hardly ping on my radar. I work in Mountain View, for fuck's sake. Every afternoon this week there is a group of kids in the parking lot at the Samoan church across the street marching around and chanting. Someone opened up my door and CLUCKED at me last night. Mountain View majors in weirdness.
It wasn't until someone started screaming that we really realized anything was wrong.
Katch from the museum was the one who told us. She's building this sculpture thing out in the courtyard of the museum. It's surrounded by a chain link fence on two sides, so she had a view of Bragaw down past the Red Apple. She saw them starting to come towards her, but her automatic instinct was that it was some of our "local color" coming to harass her about fencing off part of their drinking area. She said it wasn't until they got really close that she saw that they were missing limbs or parts of their faces.
We were just trying to get Syds calmed down from that, Katch was trying to backpedal and suggest that maybe it was all a trick of the sun, when we heard glass smashing and the jingle bell tied to the museum's front door start to jingle. Then somebody started to scream.
One of the dogs who comes to work with the museum ladies every day is named Tinker. He's a rather sweet little cockapoo who's owner has visited all manners of oddities on his fur. He's been shaved. He was dyed green for St. Patrick's Day. When his owner came around the corner holding half of him in her arms, it didn't seem strange for a moment. I think I was in shock.
It was Syds who snapped us out of it first. She started screaming about how they could get in through broken windows and she helped Katch push one of the stuffed yaks into the door frame between us and the museum. The other lady was frozen, just holding on to Tinker. We couldn't get her to move at all. We finally had to give up when we started seeing shadows on the walls of the museum coming our way.
The three of us made it upstairs and blockaded the tops of both staircases with old flats, chairs and couches. Thank God for all the junk in our set/prop collection. Thank God I was so busy with Syds that I forgot to unlock the downstairs door when we came in.
There's some food from "Much Ado" left over, mostly pretzels and pub mix. Most of the stuff in the fridge has gone off already. There's half a jug of water in the water cooler and I have 2 Diet Cokes left.
The sun won't be going down, so we'll be able to watch them all night. Most of them seem to be idling around the streets, but we can still hear them downstairs. I don't dare let Syds try to call her dad, I'm afraid they'll hear us up here.
I'm glad I just refilled my prescriptions of Soma and Ultram. I figure that will be enough to take care of Syds and maybe me if it comes to that. Katch keeps talking about trying to make a run for it using some of the swords or something. I worry that she doesn't understand the concept of "props".
If anyone is out there still, please send help. It's the end of the world out there.
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Jun. 13th, 2007 11:05 pmI got a late start to work this morning, so I really didn't notice how quiet the streets were. It seemed like there were more homeless people than normal shambling around 4th Ave. but I was so focused on my day and planning for the summer that I really didn't take the time to think about today.
I wish I'd kissed Mark goodbye.
I was just pulling into the parking lot when I got a call from one of my favorite kids. Syds was crying and asked if she could come spend the day at the warehouse with me. I couldn't get the full story out of her over the phone, but that's not unusual. Her parents are going through an incredibly messy divorce and I think the main sticking point is who gets custody of her. Syds often comes over to "help" when her parents have court dates. Anyway, her mom dropped her off about 10 and said she said her mom would pick her up around 2. Her mom never came back.
We were downstairs getting her face washed and her hose blown when we started hearing the pounding. Didn't hardly ping on my radar. I work in Mountain View, for fuck's sake. Every afternoon this week there is a group of kids in the parking lot at the Samoan church across the street marching around and chanting. Someone opened up my door and CLUCKED at me last night. Mountain View majors in weirdness.
It wasn't until someone started screaming that we really realized anything was wrong.
Katch from the museum was the one who told us. She's building this sculpture thing out in the courtyard of the museum. It's surrounded by a chain link fence on two sides, so she had a view of Bragaw down past the Red Apple. She saw them starting to come towards her, but her automatic instinct was that it was some of our "local color" coming to harass her about fencing off part of their drinking area. She said it wasn't until they got really close that she saw that they were missing limbs or parts of their faces.
We were just trying to get Syds calmed down from that, Katch was trying to backpedal and suggest that maybe it was all a trick of the sun, when we heard glass smashing and the jingle bell tied to the museum's front door start to jingle. Then somebody started to scream.
One of the dogs who comes to work with the museum ladies every day is named Tinker. He's a rather sweet little cockapoo who's owner has visited all manners of oddities on his fur. He's been shaved. He was dyed green for St. Patrick's Day. When his owner came around the corner holding half of him in her arms, it didn't seem strange for a moment. I think I was in shock.
It was Syds who snapped us out of it first. She started screaming about how they could get in through broken windows and she helped Katch push one of the stuffed yaks into the door frame between us and the museum. The other lady was frozen, just holding on to Tinker. We couldn't get her to move at all. We finally had to give up when we started seeing shadows on the walls of the museum coming our way.
The three of us made it upstairs and blockaded the tops of both staircases with old flats, chairs and couches. Thank God for all the junk in our set/prop collection. Thank God I was so busy with Syds that I forgot to unlock the downstairs door when we came in.
There's some food from "Much Ado" left over, mostly pretzels and pub mix. Most of the stuff in the fridge has gone off already. There's half a jug of water in the water cooler and I have 2 Diet Cokes left.
The sun won't be going down, so we'll be able to watch them all night. Most of them seem to be idling around the streets, but we can still hear them downstairs. I don't dare let Syds try to call her dad, I'm afraid they'll hear us up here.
I'm glad I just refilled my prescriptions of Soma and Ultram. I figure that will be enough to take care of Syds and maybe me if it comes to that. Katch keeps talking about trying to make a run for it using some of the swords or something. I worry that she doesn't understand the concept of "props".
If anyone is out there still, please send help. It's the end of the world out there.
I wish I'd kissed Mark goodbye.
I was just pulling into the parking lot when I got a call from one of my favorite kids. Syds was crying and asked if she could come spend the day at the warehouse with me. I couldn't get the full story out of her over the phone, but that's not unusual. Her parents are going through an incredibly messy divorce and I think the main sticking point is who gets custody of her. Syds often comes over to "help" when her parents have court dates. Anyway, her mom dropped her off about 10 and said she said her mom would pick her up around 2. Her mom never came back.
We were downstairs getting her face washed and her hose blown when we started hearing the pounding. Didn't hardly ping on my radar. I work in Mountain View, for fuck's sake. Every afternoon this week there is a group of kids in the parking lot at the Samoan church across the street marching around and chanting. Someone opened up my door and CLUCKED at me last night. Mountain View majors in weirdness.
It wasn't until someone started screaming that we really realized anything was wrong.
Katch from the museum was the one who told us. She's building this sculpture thing out in the courtyard of the museum. It's surrounded by a chain link fence on two sides, so she had a view of Bragaw down past the Red Apple. She saw them starting to come towards her, but her automatic instinct was that it was some of our "local color" coming to harass her about fencing off part of their drinking area. She said it wasn't until they got really close that she saw that they were missing limbs or parts of their faces.
We were just trying to get Syds calmed down from that, Katch was trying to backpedal and suggest that maybe it was all a trick of the sun, when we heard glass smashing and the jingle bell tied to the museum's front door start to jingle. Then somebody started to scream.
One of the dogs who comes to work with the museum ladies every day is named Tinker. He's a rather sweet little cockapoo who's owner has visited all manners of oddities on his fur. He's been shaved. He was dyed green for St. Patrick's Day. When his owner came around the corner holding half of him in her arms, it didn't seem strange for a moment. I think I was in shock.
It was Syds who snapped us out of it first. She started screaming about how they could get in through broken windows and she helped Katch push one of the stuffed yaks into the door frame between us and the museum. The other lady was frozen, just holding on to Tinker. We couldn't get her to move at all. We finally had to give up when we started seeing shadows on the walls of the museum coming our way.
The three of us made it upstairs and blockaded the tops of both staircases with old flats, chairs and couches. Thank God for all the junk in our set/prop collection. Thank God I was so busy with Syds that I forgot to unlock the downstairs door when we came in.
There's some food from "Much Ado" left over, mostly pretzels and pub mix. Most of the stuff in the fridge has gone off already. There's half a jug of water in the water cooler and I have 2 Diet Cokes left.
The sun won't be going down, so we'll be able to watch them all night. Most of them seem to be idling around the streets, but we can still hear them downstairs. I don't dare let Syds try to call her dad, I'm afraid they'll hear us up here.
I'm glad I just refilled my prescriptions of Soma and Ultram. I figure that will be enough to take care of Syds and maybe me if it comes to that. Katch keeps talking about trying to make a run for it using some of the swords or something. I worry that she doesn't understand the concept of "props".
If anyone is out there still, please send help. It's the end of the world out there.
Mark's Zombie Post
Jun. 13th, 2007 08:55 pmGod, would somebody make these zombies shut up!
I mean, they're everywhere.
I mean, they're everywhere.
Mark's Zombie Post
Jun. 13th, 2007 08:55 pmGod, would somebody make these zombies shut up!
I mean, they're everywhere.
I mean, they're everywhere.
Happy Monday!
May. 16th, 2005 08:02 amThe touring portion of the tour is at an end. I will officially park "the Bus" when I finishing loading out the last boxes of shit this afternoon and start looking for a place to stash it all in the warehouse. of course, I also have to make calls about Conservatory, an event on Sunday, update the registration lists, do the banking etc. today so we'll just see how long the ass head and the lights stay in the middle of the floor.
Mark and I rented Napoleon Dynamite and Dawn of the Dead this week. (from Blockbastard, not Netflix, unfortunately, we're still sitting on the Netflix discs in hopes of getting a chance to re-watch Stage Beauty). I have to say that I am in the camp that didn't really care for Napoleon Dynamite. I laughed out loud in a few places, and I admire how well portions were done, but I just felt kind of creepy peering through the window into those lives. Dawn of the Dead, though...how did I miss that in theatres?!? We just had a ball.
Part of it might have been that we were so tired. We got back from Talkeetna, took a little nap, did the loadout, went to Toad rehearsal (where I was told to yell my verse, not sing it. ow), made a run to the store for ingredients for bernaise sauce to put on the fish and steak, forgot to thaw the steak, had to make a second run for wine for the sauce, made the sauce, had the sauce break, resurrect and break again without getting any less tasty and then sat down for the movie.
I love that director. I love that DP. It was an amazing film visually. I get the appeal of the zombie movies.
I might even be interested in that roll-playing game with archetypes like "Cheerleader - you went slayer after your grandma ate your prom date".
Tonight - 13 months of memories about the tour, but now there is work to be done.
Questions in the next post so you're not all obligated to read to the end of this one ;)
Mark and I rented Napoleon Dynamite and Dawn of the Dead this week. (from Blockbastard, not Netflix, unfortunately, we're still sitting on the Netflix discs in hopes of getting a chance to re-watch Stage Beauty). I have to say that I am in the camp that didn't really care for Napoleon Dynamite. I laughed out loud in a few places, and I admire how well portions were done, but I just felt kind of creepy peering through the window into those lives. Dawn of the Dead, though...how did I miss that in theatres?!? We just had a ball.
Part of it might have been that we were so tired. We got back from Talkeetna, took a little nap, did the loadout, went to Toad rehearsal (where I was told to yell my verse, not sing it. ow), made a run to the store for ingredients for bernaise sauce to put on the fish and steak, forgot to thaw the steak, had to make a second run for wine for the sauce, made the sauce, had the sauce break, resurrect and break again without getting any less tasty and then sat down for the movie.
I love that director. I love that DP. It was an amazing film visually. I get the appeal of the zombie movies.
I might even be interested in that roll-playing game with archetypes like "Cheerleader - you went slayer after your grandma ate your prom date".
Tonight - 13 months of memories about the tour, but now there is work to be done.
Questions in the next post so you're not all obligated to read to the end of this one ;)
Happy Monday!
May. 16th, 2005 08:02 amThe touring portion of the tour is at an end. I will officially park "the Bus" when I finishing loading out the last boxes of shit this afternoon and start looking for a place to stash it all in the warehouse. of course, I also have to make calls about Conservatory, an event on Sunday, update the registration lists, do the banking etc. today so we'll just see how long the ass head and the lights stay in the middle of the floor.
Mark and I rented Napoleon Dynamite and Dawn of the Dead this week. (from Blockbastard, not Netflix, unfortunately, we're still sitting on the Netflix discs in hopes of getting a chance to re-watch Stage Beauty). I have to say that I am in the camp that didn't really care for Napoleon Dynamite. I laughed out loud in a few places, and I admire how well portions were done, but I just felt kind of creepy peering through the window into those lives. Dawn of the Dead, though...how did I miss that in theatres?!? We just had a ball.
Part of it might have been that we were so tired. We got back from Talkeetna, took a little nap, did the loadout, went to Toad rehearsal (where I was told to yell my verse, not sing it. ow), made a run to the store for ingredients for bernaise sauce to put on the fish and steak, forgot to thaw the steak, had to make a second run for wine for the sauce, made the sauce, had the sauce break, resurrect and break again without getting any less tasty and then sat down for the movie.
I love that director. I love that DP. It was an amazing film visually. I get the appeal of the zombie movies.
I might even be interested in that roll-playing game with archetypes like "Cheerleader - you went slayer after your grandma ate your prom date".
Tonight - 13 months of memories about the tour, but now there is work to be done.
Questions in the next post so you're not all obligated to read to the end of this one ;)
Mark and I rented Napoleon Dynamite and Dawn of the Dead this week. (from Blockbastard, not Netflix, unfortunately, we're still sitting on the Netflix discs in hopes of getting a chance to re-watch Stage Beauty). I have to say that I am in the camp that didn't really care for Napoleon Dynamite. I laughed out loud in a few places, and I admire how well portions were done, but I just felt kind of creepy peering through the window into those lives. Dawn of the Dead, though...how did I miss that in theatres?!? We just had a ball.
Part of it might have been that we were so tired. We got back from Talkeetna, took a little nap, did the loadout, went to Toad rehearsal (where I was told to yell my verse, not sing it. ow), made a run to the store for ingredients for bernaise sauce to put on the fish and steak, forgot to thaw the steak, had to make a second run for wine for the sauce, made the sauce, had the sauce break, resurrect and break again without getting any less tasty and then sat down for the movie.
I love that director. I love that DP. It was an amazing film visually. I get the appeal of the zombie movies.
I might even be interested in that roll-playing game with archetypes like "Cheerleader - you went slayer after your grandma ate your prom date".
Tonight - 13 months of memories about the tour, but now there is work to be done.
Questions in the next post so you're not all obligated to read to the end of this one ;)
Mark's party last night was pretty amazing. There were almost too many people, but a good time was had by most. Mark keeps feeling like something or someone was missing, so it wasn't great, just good.
I was trying to keep an eye on Persephone since his bowl in on the kitchen counter. He seemed pretty stirred up with all the noise and the people, but not freaked out. He's a weird one, the dirtier the water gets, the more he blows bubbles and the more active he seems to be. It seemed like he also did pretty well last night but when I got up this morning (okay, this afternoon) there was this stringy white uck in the bowl. I have two theories. Either someone decided Persephone needed some cake too or somebody really REALLY loves betta fish.
Mark made dinner tonight. I called him from rehearsal to tell him I was on my way home and all he would tell me was that it was a surprise. I knew there would be steak, because we were both talking about craving it right before rehearsal, and he made it on the new electric griddle Dad and Ila bought him for his birthday, but the rest was a huge surprise. Steak, asparagus and lobster. I love Mark so much it hurts.
After dinner we finally put in the movie Stacy. Oh my God. It was.....boy. It was horrible, but I didn't hate it. It was truly craptacular in the purest sense of the term. I'll give away the ending....the zombie girls just want to be loved, dammit. Which led me to thrusting out both arms and moaning "huuuuuuuuuuugs! I need a huuuuuuuuuuuuug" until Mark smacked me.
I'm still cracking myself up.
I was trying to keep an eye on Persephone since his bowl in on the kitchen counter. He seemed pretty stirred up with all the noise and the people, but not freaked out. He's a weird one, the dirtier the water gets, the more he blows bubbles and the more active he seems to be. It seemed like he also did pretty well last night but when I got up this morning (okay, this afternoon) there was this stringy white uck in the bowl. I have two theories. Either someone decided Persephone needed some cake too or somebody really REALLY loves betta fish.
Mark made dinner tonight. I called him from rehearsal to tell him I was on my way home and all he would tell me was that it was a surprise. I knew there would be steak, because we were both talking about craving it right before rehearsal, and he made it on the new electric griddle Dad and Ila bought him for his birthday, but the rest was a huge surprise. Steak, asparagus and lobster. I love Mark so much it hurts.
After dinner we finally put in the movie Stacy. Oh my God. It was.....boy. It was horrible, but I didn't hate it. It was truly craptacular in the purest sense of the term. I'll give away the ending....the zombie girls just want to be loved, dammit. Which led me to thrusting out both arms and moaning "huuuuuuuuuuugs! I need a huuuuuuuuuuuuug" until Mark smacked me.
I'm still cracking myself up.
Mark's party last night was pretty amazing. There were almost too many people, but a good time was had by most. Mark keeps feeling like something or someone was missing, so it wasn't great, just good.
I was trying to keep an eye on Persephone since his bowl in on the kitchen counter. He seemed pretty stirred up with all the noise and the people, but not freaked out. He's a weird one, the dirtier the water gets, the more he blows bubbles and the more active he seems to be. It seemed like he also did pretty well last night but when I got up this morning (okay, this afternoon) there was this stringy white uck in the bowl. I have two theories. Either someone decided Persephone needed some cake too or somebody really REALLY loves betta fish.
Mark made dinner tonight. I called him from rehearsal to tell him I was on my way home and all he would tell me was that it was a surprise. I knew there would be steak, because we were both talking about craving it right before rehearsal, and he made it on the new electric griddle Dad and Ila bought him for his birthday, but the rest was a huge surprise. Steak, asparagus and lobster. I love Mark so much it hurts.
After dinner we finally put in the movie Stacy. Oh my God. It was.....boy. It was horrible, but I didn't hate it. It was truly craptacular in the purest sense of the term. I'll give away the ending....the zombie girls just want to be loved, dammit. Which led me to thrusting out both arms and moaning "huuuuuuuuuuugs! I need a huuuuuuuuuuuuug" until Mark smacked me.
I'm still cracking myself up.
I was trying to keep an eye on Persephone since his bowl in on the kitchen counter. He seemed pretty stirred up with all the noise and the people, but not freaked out. He's a weird one, the dirtier the water gets, the more he blows bubbles and the more active he seems to be. It seemed like he also did pretty well last night but when I got up this morning (okay, this afternoon) there was this stringy white uck in the bowl. I have two theories. Either someone decided Persephone needed some cake too or somebody really REALLY loves betta fish.
Mark made dinner tonight. I called him from rehearsal to tell him I was on my way home and all he would tell me was that it was a surprise. I knew there would be steak, because we were both talking about craving it right before rehearsal, and he made it on the new electric griddle Dad and Ila bought him for his birthday, but the rest was a huge surprise. Steak, asparagus and lobster. I love Mark so much it hurts.
After dinner we finally put in the movie Stacy. Oh my God. It was.....boy. It was horrible, but I didn't hate it. It was truly craptacular in the purest sense of the term. I'll give away the ending....the zombie girls just want to be loved, dammit. Which led me to thrusting out both arms and moaning "huuuuuuuuuuugs! I need a huuuuuuuuuuuuug" until Mark smacked me.
I'm still cracking myself up.
