Yep. Got a really hot time planned for this weekend. Hopefully I will get treated right. I decided to try this product as I don’t know jack about hardwood floors. Hopefully it will work well enough so that I don’t have to sand, sand, sand, stain and seal the floor. Yep. I have floor restoring products instead of any prospects for a date.
In other news:
My bosses gave me a shirt for some reason. It’s got Homer on it. This Homer. Not that Homer.
For the record:
Ladybugs are fuckin’ evil.
Yes. I am a fussy little bastard.
Three days (only two more rehearsals) until we open “Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.” I’m ready. Ready to have it out of my hair. Don’t get me wrong. It’s been fun but, due to the complicated nature of the show, it’s been rehearsed for eight weeks. That’s two weeks longer than we normally take for a musical. It’s time. Time to have it over. Yeah. I have hit that state that I always get into when a show is about to open. I always feel like there is more that could have been done. I feel like I didn’t give enough direction. I feel like the show could have been better if someone else had been in charge. I feel that folks will say, “Ah, he directed so that’s why it’s not as good as it could be.” It’s just the way I get. It’ll pass.
It doesn’t help that I am continuing my stalker-esque ways. I really need to drop it. It’s going to net me nothing but further mental instability. I think I continue it so I can have something else to beat myself up about. Grrr.
And I sometimes wonder why I ended up having to be medicated …
I can’t resist that very strong urge to have you dear.
Oh, please come here.
Just let me love you anytime and any place we dare …
We’ll just let them stare.
When in doubt … post a song!
Chic – My Forbidden Lover [4.3 MB]
Buzzwords for a Monday Afternoon:
1. Rainy
2. Wet
3. Chilly
4. Dreary
5. Down
The weekend was pretty good. Got more stuff done for the show … blood, flames, fog, evil green hair tonic. I also treated myself (finally) to the Alfred Hitchock dvd box set that Warner Bros. released earlier in the month. Nine of his films from the 40’s and 50’s. It’s sweet. The rented costumes arrived on Friday, and all I can say is that I am so glad that that I don’t have to wear the sailor suit they sent for “Anthony.” White pants and a white/orange striped shirt. Whoo. That’s gonna look good on stage. You might see some video from the show later in the week. October is around the corner. The trees in the back yard are starting to turn. I heart fall.
And … here comes Jeanne! Hmmm. Who would have thought the mountains could be so hurricane prone. Thankfully, we are not expected to anywhere near as much rain as we got off the last two. Flood watches and high wind warnings have been posted though. Fun!
And for those of you who don’t give a rat’s ass about theater …
Yipee! Turns out that Concrete Blonde is gonna drop back in to A-ville on the 14th of next month. What a great belated birthday present. Whee!
More Sweeeeeeeeneeey! And for the record, I think the show is gonna turn out pretty well (if the damn cast can make all their entrances, that is).
A photo (not taken by me) from last Friday of the collapsed eastbound lane of I-40 through the Pigeon River gorge. You can see lots more photos of the damage from Ivan here (the “related photos” menu gets you even more).
