Archive | February 2, 2007

Random Thoughts, TGIF Style

Once, just ONCE, I would like to hear about a stomach flu and be mercifully blessed to not let it inhabit my intestines. I would love to sympathize with someone and say, “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear you’re not well,” like Bryan can do to me every friggin time.

I just had some granola. I’m hoping that will do SOMETHING good.

So the issue happening on my PC Notebook is router-based. Granted, I’ve had my router since the things were first invented (no, seriously.. I was way ahead of the curve on the wireless thing), and it’s still functioning. But Knology says because it’s as old as it is (as in, the company SMC doesn’t even register as a known router company to them), it won’t load dynamic ISPs. Like, you know, my site.

I don’t know what they mean. But I’ll go router shopping tomorrow.

Unfortunately, I’m not as fluent in techno-geek as I once was, so I’m going to be left to the mercy of some pimple-faced, braces-beared teen to tell me what to buy. I say this rather affectionately, because (minus the acne and the braces) I WAS that teen, back in my day. But now, I’m the crotchety old lady who wants to get her router and go home, only to realize she has NO idea how to set up a wireless network anymore.

I miss my best friend. I realized today that it’s been before Christmas that we’ve seen eachother for any length of time. To be fair, we’re both very busy people with conflicting schedules, but still.. I find that inexcusable.

(But with Twinderella coming up for me, and Krewe Ball for her.. it may not be fixable any time soon.)

.. okay, so I JUST reread that part about dynamic ISPs and realized.. my Mac laptop is loading the page just fine. Can routers be machine specific? I suppose when they were fashioned from, you know, berries and mortar like in the old days, anything is possible.

Harry Connick, Jr. is coming to Birmingham. Being busy and poor, this means little to me other than I get to hear him on the radio as they promote the concert.. specifically, the first song Bryan and I danced to as husband and wife. God, what a blur.

So lately I’ve been talking to movers and shakers within our little theatre community about what we need to do to make the city more arts-friendly. The basic consensus is that the community, for the most part, does not adequately support theatre here. Sure, each group has their repeat season ticket holders, but we can’t even get enough BTL seats sold to merit two weekends of tours, so perhaps we should look at that. Should we go edgy? Should we play it safe? Should we cater to the lowest common denominator, or aim for quality and content that may fly above the Average Joe’s head? Or can we safely assume our audience is above-par? Just some thoughts. It really is interesting to ask questions like this when you’re in the middle of several shows. You can see how everyone caters to some sect differently.

Before you mount your high horse, that was just an opinion. You’re allowed yours, too.

I just don’t care to hear it.

Going to my chilly bed.. happy Friday eve.

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Flakes

It was magical.

As you all well know, when I sleep, ain’t nothin’ gonna wake me up.  I have slept through tornado warnings when we lived next to a siren.  After an adolescence of being tortured as a “light sleeper”, I moved into my mid-twenties and became comatose while I slept.

This has its advantages, but it also means the sleet/snow didn’t wake me up the other night as it fell, so I didn’t get to watch the sky turn white.  I didn’t care too much until Marydae was showing me her pics of it at rehearsal last night.  It was so pretty, and I remember always being so captivated by it.

Mornings without Bryan suck, because I have no one to snuggle with.  On the upshot, I can take my time and sleep in if I want to, without worrying that I’m hogging the bathroom.  So I got up leisurely around 6:45 and went out to feed the dogs.. where I stood, transfixed. 

Big ole fat snowflakes fell.  EVERYWHERE. 

I wasn’t silly enough to think that it would stick; I could hear it sloshing around me as the big drops hit the ground.  But for just a second or two, I got lost in that fantastic childhood wave of OHMYGOD, IT’S SNOWING.

In the south, we don’t often get magic in frozen form, but when we do, it is all the more special.

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Nod to Gore

Punxatawney Phil did not see his shadow this morning.  Let’s face the truth behind this: GLOBAL WARMING.

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It Made Me Laugh

On the Boston  

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