November 29th, 2007

five

What has happened to our poor lost ldy?

SO. I was poking through my LJ email archives to find that map thingy that shows all the places I'd been, because, goshdarnit, I couldn't remember if I had been to Texas.

I never found the entry. But lo and behold, there were intelligent, clever and downright witty entries in there! And apparently written by ME! I was aghast. Either I was particularly inspired in entries that contained the word "map," or I just plain wrote better back then.

"What has happened to our poor lost ldy?" I asked myself. I nearly responded, but thought better of it, what with being lost and all.

In the interest of finding this delightful person who apparently existed for several years, I'm going to endeavor to write here more often.



Paul's away in Boston. This is a good thing. Our relationship has been shaky for quite some time, and we always get along better when he's away.

That sounds like sarcasm, I know. But it's not! We text each other and talk on the phone for hours when he's away. When we're together though, not-so-much. (And not just because it's silly to text and phone a person when you're in the same house.) This may be the sole example of a long-distance relationship that works better the longer the distance.

We're considering taking a cruise in March. We've never had a vacation together, and we really need one. I'm not sure if this is a receipe for romance or disaster, but, hey, cruise!

Zack's doing OK, though I'm worried about him. He blew off BOTH his classes yesterday to play WoW1. We chatted about it. He's only taking two classes, and they're classes he's taking a second time to boost his GPA because he blew it the first time. And history's repeating. I suggested that he spend some time doing SOMETHING-- work on one of the papers he has due, ANYTHING-- since he missed classes "he didn't need" (which he plainly does). And he agreed. And went right back to playing.

It's tough when kids grow up. He's 18 now. And I'm really not all that great of a mom-type-person to begin with (though I really am trying, darnit). Best I can do is open his eyes to what he's doing to himself and make sure he really SEES it before he gets distracted by Tier 27½ armor or whatever-the-heck-it-is that's distracting him these days.

Sheesh. If only my years of hard-won wisdom were competing with something simple, like girls. *eyeroll*

Still, I love him lots and lots, and if this is the worst I have to deal with as a stepmom, I consider myself lucky. Here's hoping I can be a better parent as time goes by.



My life as an MMORPG

Kingdom of Loathing... let's see. These days, I mostly go in, do my Bounty Hunter thing, say hello to clannies, and duck back out again. I've done two Bad Moon runs in a row now, and I'm simultaneously contemplating whether I should do another (and be in Bad Moon when Crimbo comes around) and procrastinating putting months of accumulated junk in the mall. I had the honour of adjudicating Marshall's Iron Chef competition-- maaan, that took ages! All of the entries were excellent. It probably took me as long to score them as it did to put one together.

WoW... I didn't play for three weeks, and now I'm trying to remember what the heck I was doing last time I played. My guild has pretty much disbanded, which is fine-- I've been planning to move to another guild for ages now, I've just been waiting 'til I actually have time to play semi-regularly. I've been waffling between Brave Sir Robin's Men and Gypsy Cab Company. Gypsy Cab has the better raiding groups and larger e-penii, but BSRM seems more my style and pace. I think I'll apply to the latter soonishly.



OK. I'm currently in a production of Oliver,
rehearsing for a production of Blithe Spirit,
simultaneously rehearsing for an ensemble musical production of a retelling of The Wizard of Oz,
considering auditioning for a role in Hello Dolly2;
I've agreed to AD for one director if her play submission gets accepted,
and agreed to do props for another director if HER play submission gets accepted,
and I'm pursuing my own voice-acting thing.
I'm also considering applying to the BFA program at UF 3.

I think this is the most actively involved I've ever been in theatre. And I love it :)

Bonus: I finally have a social life! When I moved down here, I capitalized on a tendency to cloister myself in the house, a tendency which was compounded by working at home and not actually meeting other live human beings. But now I have all sorts of theatre friends. Last night, a bunch of us we went to Fridays for karaoke. Two great things about Fridays:
A. They have Guinness on tap. Ambrosia of the gods, it is.
B. When I asked about MSG4, I expected the response to be "everything has it," which was, inded, the immediately-given response. But I was later presented with an officious-looking "Allergen Report," which disclosed that only three salad dressings and one appetizer5 contained it. Score!

There was singing and waltzing and some weird hand-jiving thing and food and drink and merriment. Musical theatre people? They're FUN. They can't help it; it's a sickness. I do believe I've been infected.

Oh, nifty thing that happened there... I ran into a woman with whom I did Vagina Monologues last February. It took me a moment to recognize her, however... as she had transformed into a man. See, she's transexual, and apparently her job required her to cut her hair and come to work as the gender into which she was born. It was somewhat disconcerting to have my hello kiss to her be greeted with beard stubble, but it was so great seeing her again.



I joined Facebook awhile ago, and have become ever-so-slightly addicted to Scrabulous. It's entirely-too-easy to consult online dictionaries and word-helpers online, so I'm liking the challenge games6 more than the regular games... though both are lots of fun.

Anywho, if I know you on Facebook, challenge me to a game. Please? Pretty please? *shakes a little* It's not a habit. I can quit anytime I want to. Really I can. *twitch*



Well, I should probably cut this off now and get back to doing whatever it is I do with my days. I wish you and yours the best. Wait-- that sounds like I'm not coming back for awhile. How about a bientot! or later gators! or seeya! or ttfn!

~Hugs to those who need 'em, those who want 'em, and those who don't run away quickly enough~


1. I encourge MMPORPGs, just not to the detriment of other things, like work, school, guitar and sex (or whatever the heck it is guys his age do). Technically, according to him, he didn't blow off school specifically to play WoW, just played WoW after blowing off classes. Whatevah!
2. Dear lord, no, not Dolly herself. I'm thinking the wealthy friend or the other friend maybe. Or perhaps just chorus. The director said he'd lend me a copy of the play when he gets them. In a theatre weirdness moment, I went online to find character descriptions, and found them... at the website one of the theatres up north where I used to perform; apparently it's their next show of the season. What are the odds of that?
3. I'm also considering the Engineering program at UF. I don't think I'd do both, though it may qualify as The Worst Double Major EVER.
4. For those just joining us, I'm deathly allergic. OK, maybe not "deathly," but "I'll puke all over you and crawl into a fetal position in the darkest, quietest room I can find for 24 hours" allergic, which is nearly as bad, if not worse.
5. Ironically, one of two appetizers I figured DIDN'T have it.
6. In challenge games, the dictionary supplied with Scrabulous is disabled, and you're allowed to use nonsense words which can then be challenged-- thus, I assume that dictionaries of any type are discouraged... but maybe not-so-much in regular Scrabulous. Depends on whose playing I guess. I tend to try to play with mind alone, though I'll occasionally use tools in regular games when I know there's an awesome bingo just waiting to be revealed.
7. I really liked today's quote from Wordsmith:
If one sins against the laws of proportion and gives something too big to
something too small to carry it -- too big sails to too small a ship, too
big meals to too small a body, too big powers to too small a soul -- the
result is bound to be a complete upset. In an outburst of hubris the
overfed body will rush into sickness, while the jack-in-office will rush
into the unrighteousness that hubris always breeds. -Plato, philosopher
(427-347 BCE)
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Mom one, Mess zero

SO. Z was about to head out with some friends to play video games all night (as he does on Thursdays) and he was frantically running around the house searching for a dvd he'd borrowed the month before.

"It's not here!" he wailed. He was certain one of us had moved it.

"Maybe your mom1 borrowed it," I offered.

"It was in my room. And now it's not!"

"Oh," I said. "In that case... did you check to see if it got stuck between your bed and the wall?"

He retrieved the missing dvd with a flourish. "Yeah, well... WHATEVER!" he said, stifling a grin.

"You're welcome, dear."

Mom Magic. Whatever would we do without it?

1. Meaning his biological mom, not myself, his stepmom. Though re-reading it, it would be pretty funny if I HAD meant me, borrowed it, and put it there. (I didn't.)
X. Hm. I wonder what ELSE might be hiding in the Crevice of DOOOOM! ...has anybody seen the cats?
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