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Saturday, March 31, 2007
Parker dragged me all around the peninsula park today. That was my exercise for the weekend.
I took pictures.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:32 PM | shower me with attention
I took pictures.
Labels: puppy love
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:32 PM | shower me with attention
Heat in my hand! I am alive!
Bruce McCulloch
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:20 AM | shower me with attention
Bruce McCulloch
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:20 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, March 30, 2007
Ha ha, Toothpaste For Dinner:
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:42 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:42 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Another one under the belt: this time the current revival of Stephen Sondheim's Company, a musical the Original Cast Recording of which I have long cherished and a show which I almost got to see the 1995 revival of (d'oh) and have always regretted not being able to.
An important musical for Sondheim, by the way.
This revival was in the style of the Sweeney Todd I saw not long ago and although the actors-playing-instruments thing didn't work quite as well in this one, I quite liked it. I do think they should've made it a period piece and set it in the '70's, instead of the not-quite-"timeless"/vaguely updated thing they were doing here. You can't have a song with the line "I'll call you in the morning or my service will explain" in the chorus and couples in their thirties "smoking grass" and "feeling square" and have characters make references to busy signals without it feeling a wee bit old-timey, but it's okay, "Spot the Anachronism" is one of my favourite games.
My mom liked it too, especially in the second act. Barbara Walsh was amazing, a cross between Dorothy Parker and The Drowsy Chaperone her-own-self, and not at all Stritch-esque, which is hard, since that role is totally Elaine's. Raul Esparza has a beautiful voice and an excellent deadpan.
They done good. I was very happy. And hey, I finally got to hear the dialogue. I never quite understood how we got from "Everybody riiiiiiiiiiiiiiise" to "Somebody hold me too close..."
ETA: The Times agrees with me.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:56 PM | shower me with attention
An important musical for Sondheim, by the way.
This revival was in the style of the Sweeney Todd I saw not long ago and although the actors-playing-instruments thing didn't work quite as well in this one, I quite liked it. I do think they should've made it a period piece and set it in the '70's, instead of the not-quite-"timeless"/vaguely updated thing they were doing here. You can't have a song with the line "I'll call you in the morning or my service will explain" in the chorus and couples in their thirties "smoking grass" and "feeling square" and have characters make references to busy signals without it feeling a wee bit old-timey, but it's okay, "Spot the Anachronism" is one of my favourite games.
My mom liked it too, especially in the second act. Barbara Walsh was amazing, a cross between Dorothy Parker and The Drowsy Chaperone her-own-self, and not at all Stritch-esque, which is hard, since that role is totally Elaine's. Raul Esparza has a beautiful voice and an excellent deadpan.
They done good. I was very happy. And hey, I finally got to hear the dialogue. I never quite understood how we got from "Everybody riiiiiiiiiiiiiiise" to "Somebody hold me too close..."
ETA: The Times agrees with me.
Labels: broadway, company, i am a big nerd, sondheim
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:56 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Happy Linn Day!
Pick berries! Dance in the woods! Be a sprite!
She's... my god, are you 30 now?
Old Swede.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:18 AM | shower me with attention
Pick berries! Dance in the woods! Be a sprite!
She's... my god, are you 30 now?
Old Swede.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:18 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
D lured me in to the most addictive website in recent memory.
Everyone join and add me as your friend so I never run out of prospective books to read.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:50 AM | shower me with attention
Everyone join and add me as your friend so I never run out of prospective books to read.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:50 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, March 26, 2007
Oy! Oy, people!
Today was the day of The Worst Benadryl Hangover In History. It was awful. Oh, god. It lasted all day. Usually, when I take a normal dose too late in the evening, I can be in for a rough morning. But take 25 milligrams more and suddenly I'm in fogginess hell. That coupled with the poor sleep due to swollen throat made me an utter zombie. Really, the only reason I even made it to work was because the fresh air from walking Parker woke me up enough to get that far. I was almost useless at work today. I'm really afraid I'm gonna find out tomorrow that I screwed up all sorts of things.
I dragged myself home and the little woman had made a delicious dinner, despite having gotten even less sleep than I did last night. She was so tired that I told her I'd take Parker out for her last walk, and Parker decided it was time to RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN!!!!! around the peninsula.
During all this running I managed to drop my cell phone. I discovered it when I got upstairs so then I had to go back down and wander around the dark park calling and calling it from Cheryl's cell phone.
I am tired.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:43 PM | shower me with attention
Today was the day of The Worst Benadryl Hangover In History. It was awful. Oh, god. It lasted all day. Usually, when I take a normal dose too late in the evening, I can be in for a rough morning. But take 25 milligrams more and suddenly I'm in fogginess hell. That coupled with the poor sleep due to swollen throat made me an utter zombie. Really, the only reason I even made it to work was because the fresh air from walking Parker woke me up enough to get that far. I was almost useless at work today. I'm really afraid I'm gonna find out tomorrow that I screwed up all sorts of things.
I dragged myself home and the little woman had made a delicious dinner, despite having gotten even less sleep than I did last night. She was so tired that I told her I'd take Parker out for her last walk, and Parker decided it was time to RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN!!!!! around the peninsula.
During all this running I managed to drop my cell phone. I discovered it when I got upstairs so then I had to go back down and wander around the dark park calling and calling it from Cheryl's cell phone.
I am tired.
Labels: a dog's life
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:43 PM | shower me with attention
Much better this morning. Throat a little sore, but swelling gone. And walking Parker helped me shake a bit of the Benadryl-hangover (although I still feel it.)
Taking the late bus this morning - I hope I'm not late to work. I still have to work on the timing with the new routine.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:43 AM | shower me with attention
Taking the late bus this morning - I hope I'm not late to work. I still have to work on the timing with the new routine.
Labels: not dead
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:43 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, March 25, 2007
It appears I am allergic to cuttlebone.
Dr Cheryl figured it out. She's so smart.
I had gotten Progo a cuttlebone, like you give to parrots, because I read online it's a good source of calcium (and will also help keep his beak in good shape.)
I always wash my hands after handling turtle-related things, of course, and so I hadn't thought anything of it and I was lying on the futon doing the diagramless and half-watching Jeeves and Wooster with Gina. When I sat up, I realized that my throat hurt. Not just hurt, but felt like I'd swallowed ground glass, and felt decidedly swollen. And my palms itched like crazy. I took a Benadryl and complained heartily to Gina, and she got very concerned, especially when I saw myself in the light and my face was red, my lips and nose puffy.
Gina was ready to take me to the emergency room, and we were about to leave when Cheryl got home. She has a lot of experience with severe allergic reactions and agreed with me that we should give the Benadryl a chance to work, since my tongue isn't swollen and I can breathe fine. So we're waiting now. I'm under close watch.
Anyway, Cheryl's the one who said, "Now cuttlebone is made from a fish, right?"
Duhhhh! A mollusk. And I'm allergic to shellfish. She is so smart. I am so not.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:35 PM | shower me with attention
Dr Cheryl figured it out. She's so smart.
I had gotten Progo a cuttlebone, like you give to parrots, because I read online it's a good source of calcium (and will also help keep his beak in good shape.)
I always wash my hands after handling turtle-related things, of course, and so I hadn't thought anything of it and I was lying on the futon doing the diagramless and half-watching Jeeves and Wooster with Gina. When I sat up, I realized that my throat hurt. Not just hurt, but felt like I'd swallowed ground glass, and felt decidedly swollen. And my palms itched like crazy. I took a Benadryl and complained heartily to Gina, and she got very concerned, especially when I saw myself in the light and my face was red, my lips and nose puffy.
Gina was ready to take me to the emergency room, and we were about to leave when Cheryl got home. She has a lot of experience with severe allergic reactions and agreed with me that we should give the Benadryl a chance to work, since my tongue isn't swollen and I can breathe fine. So we're waiting now. I'm under close watch.
Anyway, Cheryl's the one who said, "Now cuttlebone is made from a fish, right?"
Duhhhh! A mollusk. And I'm allergic to shellfish. She is so smart. I am so not.
Labels: allergies, dumb tavie, pets
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:35 PM | shower me with attention
Check the timestamp, babies. On a Sunday. Thassright. Uh-huh. Got my paper and everything. Coffee's brewing.
Ohhhhhh yeaaaaaaah.
I love this dog.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:22 AM | shower me with attention
Ohhhhhh yeaaaaaaah.
I love this dog.
Labels: early bird
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:22 AM | shower me with attention
