The Deonn Chronicles
Monday, June 25, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
I Should Be Packing
Yet another example of how I only post to my blog when I am procrastinating. One might assume that I have pulled my life together and become organized and pro-active in a Type A personality sort of way. Hee hee. One would be wrong in that assumption. I am still an A number one procrastinator. I have just found other things to distract me from what should be getting done. How can one revise a full length musical when one could watch a Robot Chicken marathon instead?
So why blog now?
Well, I am supposed to be packing for a trip, finding a birthday present for Bill Brown, revising my re-written re-write of one of my children's musicals and sending out proposals for fall drama classes. Is there a better time to blog.? Probably.
I should be packing. I am heading off to San Diego with my man. "boyfriend" seems such a silly term when you are over 30. So I'll just refer to him as "my man"...or "my steady" or "my companion" or "my partner" or...
I've got it!
We'll call him "Mark."
That's code for his real name...which is Mark.
I'm not very good at this code name thing.
So "Mark" aka "Mark" and I are heading off to lovely sunny California. I should be packing. I should be writing. I should be working. I should be shopping. I should at least start by getting dressed.
I probably shouldn't tell y'all I'm leaving town.
I should be packing.
So, if you happen to be one of my junky whore cat burgler readers and are planning on breaking in to my apartment and stealing my valuables while I'm on vacation...the key is under the mat. I am taking most everything of value including my laptop, I-pod and Wonder woman poster with me. The TV is broken and missing the remote but you are welcome to it. The DVD player works but sometimes you have to slap it around a little. If you are in the market for a ridiculous amount of handbags and or flip flops...help yourself. You are also welcome to come play with "Sparkles" my psycho three-legged rottweiller with the heart of gold. He'll be pretty hungry while I'm away.
Oh and feel free to do my dishes.
I probably won't get around to it.
Oh and try not to wake my house-sitter. He's a little skittish since "the incident"
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Blah Blah Blah
I know they are probably just updating their website and they will notice this at some point and take it down but...I enjoyed this.
Just in case they get wise and take it down. The following is Bellevue Opera's Synopsis of Bizet's Carmen
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
I'm Going To Disneyland!
Washington Brewer's Fest and Disneyland all in one fun filled month!
"The Happiest Place on Earth"?
Brewfest may give the Magic Kingdom a run for it's money.
Friday, June 08, 2007
My Greg Nickels Rant
Shame Shame, I know your name.
...and where you work, the car you drive and your girly Starbucks beverage of choice.
I have never had much to say about Mayor Greg Nickels. He has never really impressed me as a charismatic leader but he seemed somewhat harmless. He looks kind of like a cross between a huggable teddy bear and one on those red-faced, over grown guys from my high school gym class. Y'know the kind that looked like their heads would explode if they lost the volley in a competitive game of pickle ball.
Nickels seems to have this condescending way of talking to his constituents like we are unreasonable moody teen agers. "You think you are too good for the bus?" Grumpy old dad asks "Fine I'll take away all of your parking places...HA HA HA!!! what are you going to do now Mr. Big Shot?"
I'll tell you what I'll do Mr. Nickels. I will drive around my workplace, wasting gas, polluting the air, adding to an already congested first avenue south to search for a spot. I get parking tickets, watch for the Nazi meter man-ling and move my car every hour of my work day if I have to. (I can now see Zsa Zsa's side of the story)
Mr. Nickels doesn't have to worry about this because, apparently he can park wherever he damn well chooses. I was behind the illustrious Mayor Nickels at Starbucks today. Upon exiting the building I noticed an SUV illegally parked, sticking out into the street, about a foot from the stop sign and directly in front of a fire hydrant. Apparently Mr. Nickels didn't realize he could take the bus down First Avenue South.
I wa so angry it MADE ME TYPE IN CAPS!
Poor form Mr. Nickels...poor form.
...and I bet you suck at pickle ball too.