One of the millions of calls I got yesterday was from my undergrad advisor, who I haven't really kept in close touch with over the past few years. He called to check that it actually was my phone number (god knows where he got it) and to tell me he was coming to visit Chicago at the end of the month. Which is awesome, he wants to meet up and it's been ages since we've talked, but it does throw my utter failure in the theatre into rather high relief. Especially as the handful of other alums in Chicago are all working more or less consistently in their chosen careers. Still, it'll be good to see him, even if it's going to seriously cut into my "finding a home so I don't end up living on the street" time.

Seriously, what is it with all these random people from my past suddenly cropping up? And making it seem way more urgent than it actually is that I get in touch with them? Either they've been trained that only by insisting it's a matter of life and death can they get me to return their calls, or I hung out with a lot of people who were much bigger drama queens than I recall them being. When E called yesterday she made it sound like she was about to be homeless or something, but really she just wanted to tell me about how crappy her life has been.

On a positive note (I could use a few) R and I were talking last night and he said he wanted me to keep the keys to the flat, so that I could come and go when I wanted. I suspect this was his way of saying "please come over and cook whatever's in my fridge so that I will not die of malnutrition."

I am slowly packing up my stuff...every time we run the dishwasher I cull out a few more things for the latest Kitchen box. I'm making one last batch of ice cream tonight with the last of the cream, and then the ice cream machine's going away too. Crockpot to follow....

*gasp* WHAT? What did she say? Icons? WHAT?! But that's insanity! Well, yes, but i've made some.

BEWARE: Many slashy icons...totally by accident as well.


( SURPRISE )

My co-worker had just finished drinking his tea and was playing around with the remnants at the bottom and he eventually sighed and said:

"such is the life of a tea leaf dog, one flinch...and it loses its head"

Oh my god you guys, I am dying.

I hope most of you remember the Hippie Chick, the one that R was dating when I moved in. I liked her, really, right up until the end. He broke up with her because she moved too fast for him, but he didn't just break up with her; he broke up with her over the phone, told her that it was fine for her to come get some stuff she'd left here, and then told me "I'm going out for the night. Just let her in and let her get her stuff?"

THREE HOURS OF FREE-VERSE BREAKUP LETTER POETRY LATER...she put the letter on his pillow, under a rice krispy treat, and finally left. Before that, however, she played that one Feist song nobody remembers now, because it was "their song".

R, as a bluesman, hates this song. And every time it comes on the radio, I remind him that it's his song.

So it came on tonight, and I made the requisite "They're playing your song!" remark, and he said, "Oh, that reminds me."

"Of what?" I asked.

"I got an email from her today, for the first time in like six months. She's living in Colorado now." He paused significantly. "In a commune."

That Girl is in the final throes of moving to Phoenix. This now makes two women in a row he has caused to LEAVE THE STATE. I'm thinking of warning his future conquests.

"What is it about you that when you break up with women they go totally fucking bonkers?" I asked.

"That's just the way I roll," he replied.

A quick intro...not exactly sure where this is going, but i've been obsessing over this Doctor Horrible thing for a few days now and had to write SOMEthing. Also, I'm not a ratings board, but I'm guessing a pg-13 max for this story.

Ratings...Doc Horrible would join me in condemning them. Perhaps we'll smash them together.

***********

BRAND NEW DAY

( 1812 )

TO BE CONTINUED...

Long ago I used to hang out on a newsgroup the address of which I cannot recall and the purpose of which I really can't explain, but if you wiki Kibo there might be an entry. It was full of quite hip cutting-edge technology people, but this was back in the days when a 28.8 modem was cutting-edge, and Netscape was the discerning geek's browser of choice. This is all by way of context to explain one of my favourite sig lines of all time, to wit:

I DON'T NEED A LIFE. I HAVE NETSCAPE.

I felt a deep affinity for the long-forgotten genius who coined that, today.

Work has quieted down somewhat, though I didn't get a lunch break (overtime YAY) and thus didn't get a chance to check my voicemail or make calls, I just ate a Clif bar at my desk. When I left the building this afternoon I had eighteen numbers on my missed-calls list. Not eighteen calls. Eighteen separate numbers including:

My best friend from undergrad, who (I called her back when I got home) recently broke up with her boyfriend of five years because he started beating her outside the bedroom (she's a sub, long story).
My mother
My stepfather
My mortgage lender
R
R's friend the Ratpacker, and how the hell did he even get my number and WHY?
My undergraduate advisor AND my graduate advisor
Bulletproof Temp, who forgot that, you know, I SIT AT A DESK WITH TWO REGULAR PHONES ALL DAY

As well as two guys who were calling for the last person to have my phone number, a hotel (wtf) and various and sundry others.

Jesus H Christ. Has nobody gotten the message that I hate telephones? And at least six of these people knew I can't answer my phone at work. GO AWAY, WORLD, IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO EMAIL ME I DON'T WANT TO HEAR FROM YOU.

This week is going to kill me! And it's only Wednesday!

On the plus side, when I came in R was having a hilarious telephone conversation himself:

"Call me tomorrow. Well, I get up early now. What? Listen, I don't know what chicks you're talking about, but I am in no way taking a break from the chicks, they're taking a break from me. Spread the word, I gotta get out there. No, man, no dudes. No! It doesn't matter if they look like chicks! Especially if they look like hot chicks!"

I realise that I have hidden under the blankets like, every day this week, but I can't help it that they're fluffy and comforting.

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( Meg, you're the last good person at this school. I'd believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning. )

Title: Just For One Day (Part 1 of 3).
Author: speakr2customrs
Characters: the entire Evil League of Evil, several henchmen including Moist, Johnny Snow.
Pairing: none yet, might be Tie-Die/Johnny Snow in Part 3 – if she’s still alive then!
Rating: PG so far, will rise to R later.
Word Count: 1,880

Inspired by a comment made in this community by my Evil Twin beer_good_foamy. Summary; when one of Professor Normal’s evil schemes goes wrong the League is forced to act in an uncharacteristic fashion to save their own skins as well as the rest of the world.

( Just For One Day – Part One )

I've been getting a lot o questions, so here's the Official Word


Friday, 3:30-4:30 pm: Book signing, at the Bantam booth, as far as I know. Last year there was quite a line, so you might want to get there early.

Saturday, 5:00-6:00 pm: Autographs/book signings in the Author Autograph Area, where ever that is. Bring any book you like, so long as it's one of mine. I don't know if there's a limit on number; just be reasonable. If you've got both series, I'll sign all of them, but no crate loads, please.

Saturday, 6:00-7:00 pm: "Playing God" panel. Not exactly sure where, but if we both figure it out, I'll see you there. ;-)