09/27/2005: "Phera moans, groans and tones"

music: Splender
mood: Don't forget to Breathe

Things that smell rock. Yesterday (and I know this is high on the list of things you need to know) I had a blue cheese burger with red onions and garlic fries. Yuuuuuhhh mmmmeeeee! Let me tell you my breath was a stinking mess, belches, even stinkier, but that’s hot, I know you boys like that. Oh yeah. I’m a sexy bitch. Who’s your hero.

Speaking of smells, Ron was cleaning off his desk at work today and regifted me a candle from the Phoenix folks. They call it desert mist, but I call it take me. This candle….I can’t begin to describe….this candle…it smells…SO GOOD. It smells, pardon the expression, like man. No don’t go and get all dirty on me here. This is like the essence of man. We have dubbed it the man candle. It smells even better lit. The candle you jerks, not me. The book club once read a book about a perfumer trying to bottle the essence of a young virgin. It’s actually being made into a movie with Alan Rickman, but this candle…lord. I’m a distracted wreck and my sense of smell, not particularly strong. Ah, strong, musky, a bit sweet, this is a get down and dirty sweat kind of candle. It’s like better than Hugo boss, Better than garlic, better than that AXE deodorant which is pretty friggin good, better than Ezra even. I’m saying it’s good. Even the resident metrosexual agrees, it is a hot candle, even when shoved up my nose, and even when it’s not lit. The candle you jerks, not me. Andnot at the same time. Anyway, some serious pheromones. I feel I may have given away too much already, not that any of my readers would take advantage of this information I’m sure….but seriously, it’s like a Susannah organic al natural stun gun. I’ve been rendered…frisky. Pheromones are a wonderful thing…but bizarre indeed in the workplace.

Speaking of the workplace, as we roll out WAY too many new things on the site all at once, we are all pretty much over extended. Not a tremendous amount of bandwidth left. Stressed mixed with punchy. As morale boosting efforts continue (I try), I have created an Artsopolis Crossword puzzle, as well as worn skirts and heels to work a few days to keep the troops encouraged. Okay, so I haven’t done laundry and all my jeans are approaching rank (not the good kind of smell). I was the hit in the office though on Friday when I got my hair cut and they styled it all model like. Amazing what a haircut can do. That should be my superhero name. The Haircut. Then again it could have been the white stripper shoes I was wearing too….free garage sale platform shoes with sequins…and I say why not.


Some good news. As Andrew the landlord makes his move to Davis for school, his younger brother moves in and we gain a roommate for the back room. Justin is a quiet young 20 something man with a large tool chest (no really, I mean a tool chest) and boy hobbies (cars, motorbikes, Legos and so forth) he’ll be a good and benign addition to the house to be sure. Laid back and a straight arrow from what I can assess. Jimmy and he were both awake at midnight when I got home last night, goobering. Back to a bit of normality.

Scott on the other hand may be a bad influence. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a super dude. Professional, kind, and a good sense of humor. He sells liquor for a living though. Based on the WORST hangover EVER which was experienced after a Wednesday night “meet your potential roommate” gathering we have instated a request to not break out the high end tequila, rum, wine, cognac, and various beers, gins and shots that follow that sort of a taste test on the weekdays. These sorts of bonding sessions can be left to the weekends if need be. I’ve never been a huge drinker. Granted I like the taste of many fine types of alcohol but being a Pisces I can hold it pretty well. Very well. Better than most. And yet….I think Scott is a pretty good salesman, cause though not by any means drunk (it was a well paced evening) there was so much discomfort afterwards I felt like all the alcohol I had ever consumed was cashing in on instant payback the next morning. Time release hangover man like something from the weasly's joke shop. And to work the next day…All I know is if I very have children, and they go to a party and get drunk, I’m SOOOO making them work the next morning as their punishment. My dad did that to my sister one time, made her garden and pull weeds outside in the bright sun at about 8 in the morning the night after she was caught drinking at like 16 or so. He also made her go to Great American with the family and stand in line and go on roller coasters all day hung over. That’s my kind of passive aggressive punishment for the necessary rebel.

As I breathe in about these new living digs, and celebrate my 4th month here (a record for the last year and a half, thank you so much) I have also done something I have been wanting to do for a long time. With an address not likely to change in he next 6 months (cross my fingers) I have in fact joined…NETFLIX. (I know, I know, no need to send flowers, please stop your applause. I’ve got three movies coming to me by Thursday… Adaptation, Sideways and Unfaithful (interesting that they are all one word titles) I have reserved time on Sunday late afternoon to cook a bunch of pasta, open some good wine, and watch a movie or two, or three. All invited, please…come welcome the new roomies, enjoy our tiered theatre seating, the hot tub and the view. It may be the last time I have more than an hour or two to relax at a reasonable hour before the end of October.

Why you ask….well beyond work and rehearsal, I’ll be adapting the Magicians Nephew by CS Lewis for direction with Tabard Theatre Company for the spring, AND trying to finish my own plays. In order to do this…new laptop must be purchased…one that boots…one that doesn’t require being plugged in…one that can contain my most sacred writings…FRYS!!!!!! Don’t you just hate it when you have to go to Fry’s Electronics. I may have to charter a bus for all my goober friends to “consult” on this purchase. There’s a reality show or a documentary in there somewhere. And now...I must cram 2 hours of life in the next 45 minutes before rehearsal....

...back to the grind stone….