Dig a Pony
It's abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous outside. After two days of rain it's more than welcome.
Had my observation practicum yesterday for my Education class. I ended up going to St. Mary's Episcopal Girls' School, which is one fo the best here in Memphis. That's the first time I've been in a classroom at 7:30 in the morning in three years...very strange. And I was wearing a visitor badge, which made me feel official. It was a lot of fun, though, and I sat in a couple of really good English classes and talked quite a bit to the teachers. The two senior classes I observed were all duly freaked out by their college applications and bombarded me with questions.
On the way home I bought the Let It Be...Naked re-release. I'd been keeping up with the plans for it and all, so I was expecting to hear the original release minus Phis Spector's added orchestration.
Jesus Christ.
I had no idea that the songs were going to be so DIFFERENT. I mean, some of the vocal and guitar tracks were totally new to me, and the drums were really bright instead of being blurred by all the bass of the orchestra. And the tempos were the original ones, and there's studio chatter where the lads just sound like they're having a blast.
It's been five years since I've heard anything by the Beatles that I didn't know every note of, and it was amazing. I think the part I love most is that it throws a kink in the whole, "Oh, they were on the verge of splitting up by then, they were four solo artists and not a cohesive group," attitude most fans take toward their last couple albums. The guys might have had their differences, but for the most part when they sat down and started playing, they were a band again. It just makes me happy.
Anyway, that's your rock & roll education for today. I was fooling around with a PotC sketch I did a couple months back, with the intent of throwing some quick color on it and posting it...but it's gotten a bit more involved that I'd planned. It should go up in the gallery soon.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Wednesday, November 19, 2003 01:13 p.m.
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The genealogy of morals proves they're inbred.
Goal: finish research paper before big-ass storm hits and knocks the power out.
Progress report: N/A... ^^;;
Morgan crashed the officers' club Monday, November 17, 2003 06:01 p.m.
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Michael Flatley, eat your heart out.
Sweet Jesus, go here and click on the link to the picture of, "The Dark Lord...of the Dance."
I haven't laughed so hard in quite a while.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Monday, November 17, 2003 08:40 a.m.
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Let it be
Buster
1989-2003
Rest in peace, old man. You were born a crotchety old fart, but you were OUR crotchety old fart, and I love you.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Saturday, November 15, 2003 04:47 p.m.
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...and your point is...?
Better than being written by Joyce...or Conrad. Jesus.
Dorothy Parker writes you, you wonderfully urbane,
witty boozehound, you.
Which Author's Fiction are You?
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Morgan crashed the officers' club Friday, November 14, 2003 01:20 p.m.
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Spilled her coffee, broke a shoelace
Count me in as one of those people currently shitting themselves over the Azkaban trailer, Thorne.
Draco: My HAIR! *sob*
Harry: It doesn't look TOO bad...
Draco: *sob sob sob*
Harry: Perhaps you're right.
Also, I was in the midst of trying to set up my classroom observation for Education this week when our e-mail server(s) rolled over and died. So I made a new Hotmail account just to have as a backup "real life" account...but now I don't remember what the address was. I remember the password, but not what I typed in for the actual address. So I'm sure there's an e-mail from my appointed teacher waiting somewhere in cyberspace. Oops.
Must...study...astronomy...must...not...oekaki...argh.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Thursday, November 13, 2003 11:08 p.m.
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"I teach because I grew up under Reagan."
No joke, that's what one of the professors in our faculty panel said last week. I'd forgotten all about it until I came across that scrawled in my notes.
This test is going to kick my ass. Ah, well.
I'm going to feel dirty holding my teddy bear tonight. Well, I don't have my teddy bear here, but if I did I'd be worried that the feds are going to come take him away from me and call me a pervert.
*glances at above paragraph*
Yow, that's going to make for some interesting Google hits.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Thursday, November 13, 2003 08:50 a.m.
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The circus is falling down on its knees
Our e-mail servers here are fried...even the redundant ones. Great. That means the likelihood is high that few of the professors I e-mailed with questions about next semester's classes ever got my messages.
In taking a break from studying for my monstrosity of an Education test, I found an interesting article in the HP Lexicon concerning the relationship between Harry and Ginny. Not being a huge fan of the pairing (in fact I usually find it somewhat saccharine), I was pleasantly surprised to find the argument outlined here a pretty convincing one. It even quelled some of my dislike for Book Five!Ginny by pointing out that the personality we witness in OotP isn't such an abrupt change from the first four books, after all. You can find this interesting little tidbit here.
Why is it I only get inspired to write fanfic when I have a research paper due? Probably because I'm a nerd, and any research I'm doing for any class manages to apply to my in-progress fiction, somehow. Case in point: currently doing research on Nietzsche and how his philosophy can be used to interpret Howard's End. My thought process:
1. Nietzsche was German.
2. Hitler was German.
3. Hitler followed (and bastardized) a lot of Nietzsche's thinking.
4. Hitler...WWII...Grindelwald...Tom Riddle...Gilgamesh.
Not conducive to paper writing. Nope, not one bit.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Thursday, November 13, 2003 12:04 a.m.
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Grarrr.
What's up with all the spam on AIM lately?! My inbox isn't enough for you, you bastards?
The doctor says that while he can't really do much for the viral infection causing the nastiness in my head, he can give me drugs for the ear infection that has resulted from said viral infection. Great. Here's hoping I don't have to do Laramie this weekend either sick or drugged out of my gourd.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Monday, November 10, 2003 06:51 p.m.
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Mmm, cold season.
Thanks to everyone who sent birthday wishes...I really did have fun, though getting trashed (as so many of you hoped I would be doing) was out of the question because I have been sick as a dog for a week, now. I've finally grown a set and made an appointment with the health center. By this point the thought of driving around trying to find a doctor irritates and terrifies me more than the cattle call that is the infirmary here.
Nurse: And what are your symptoms?
Student: Well, I've had a lot of congestion, and...
Nurse: Are you pregnant?
Student: *blink* No.
Nurse: But you said you were congested. Are you SURE you're not pregnant?
Student: No, damn it! It's my nose that's congested, not my womb!
So anyway, if you've been wondering why I've fallen off the face of the earth, it's because I've been curled up in a ball for the past two and a half days. It doesn't help that our heat hasn't been turned on yet, either, as evidenced by the fact that my birthday ice cream cake sat out on the coffee table for nearly an hour and did...not...melt. This can't be good for our health.
Complete lack of productivity this weekend, with the exception of randomly meeting up with Danielle (yay) and this gallery of production photos for Laramie. There's also a painting I did for the hell of it, which constitutes the layout. Enjoy.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Monday, November 10, 2003 09:40 a.m.
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I am a nerd.
Seeing this article on the MSN homepage sparked the following doodle.
Good Lord, I am a dork.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Wednesday, November 5, 2003 12:32 a.m.
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Admiral, they put creatures in our ears...
This entry is brought to you by VH1's I Love the 80s STRIKES BACK.
So I'm feeling like poo in general today. This means I left rehearsal early to come home and laze around on the couch all night, drinking Sprite and eating toast while watching I Love the 80s. It was the episode for 1982 (a very good year, might I add), and Helen's watching it with me...and all of a sudden they do a section on Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan.
Apparently, Helen and I were both closet Treklings in our youth. In case you didn't know, Treklings are baby Trekkies, before they've ever attended a convention of any sort. Keep in mind we don't know this about one another at the time.
So. When the bit with that climactic Shatner yell comes on, we both yell right along with it, "KHAN!!!"
We pause. We glance nervously at one another, as if we've just shared a terrible secret...like Shatner the serpent has just handed us the forbidden apple and we're frightfully happy to have it, but enjoying the potential of getting caught with it even more.
The moment passes, and we return to the (relative) norm of staring at the TV and drooling occasionally. On the commercial, I go to my desk and download a wav file of Shatner yelling "KHAN!!!", set it to play as an AIM alert, and return to the couch.
We'll see how long I can last with random Shatner yells before I put it back on, "moo."
Morgan crashed the officers' club Tuesday, November 4, 2003 11:38 p.m.
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Fainting goats?
Hokay. This has the potential to become a long and rambling update, so I'll try to keep it simple. Here's what's happened since our last episode:
Opening night of Laramie was fantastic. We were all "on fire," if you will. And then came the part where I fainted near the end of the show. Yep. It was during Dennis Shepard's speech, the quietest moment, the one the whole show's been building up to. Matt Reed's the only on on the stage, but since the set is in profile, all the rest of us are in little formations in the wings and still visible to the audience. So I'm standing there and I start thinking I'm feeling like I might faint.
Now, this has happened before. I've only actually blacked out once, and that was when I was ten, but since then I've learned to recognize the symptoms leading up to it so I can usually avoid losing actual consciousness. Mom does it, too. It's because our metabolisms are pretty high, and when we run out of fuel, it's like our bodies need to reboot. This happens when I either haven't eaten at all, or just had carbs, or I get too hot, or I'm sick from something else. So basically I needed to get on the floor and get my knees up so I don't fall down.
The problem is that it's in the MIDDLE OF THE DAMNED SHOW. So I lean on the prop table, thinking it'll pass without having to lie down...nope. Next thing I know I'm on the floor, still during Matt's speech, with Alexi asking if I'm okay and telling me to stay down until my next line. From what I understand my getting to the floor was fairly silent and graceful...I just went over backwards and Alexi and Samantha caught me and laid me down.
So when I regain consciousness like two seconds later, I've broken out in a sweat, which is the signal that I'm fine. So I'm sweating like a fiend, with my ears still ringing a little, and I see Alexi get in the narrator spot to take my lines. And I think, "Hell, no, you're not taking my lines." So I stagger up, get in position, deliver my lines feeling like I sound like I have a bucket over my head, and end the show.
A total of five people in the audience noticed, and most thought it was part of the show. So it went okay, after all, despite everyone driving me crazy by asking if I'm alright, if I need water or to sit down or whatever.
We then proceeded to head to my apartment, where we had the absolute best Halloween party ever...after I'd had a cheeseburger and some orange juice.
So I'm thinking perhaps I should ask about all this next time I have a physical, because although it seems fairly common and unimportant to me and anyone else who's ever fainted because their macaroni and cheese ran out sugar for fuel, there is diabetes and various other sugar-related weirdness in my family. So I should probably check, just to be safe.
Anyway, bottom line, I'm fine, our apartment is clean after having had two tons of random people come through, and Paige just made brownies. The world is good.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Sunday, November 2, 2003 09:49 p.m.
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Trick or Treat!
Happy Halloween, all. Thought I'd post a doodle I did over on the HP Oekakiwolf...it's Voldemort making his Halloween visit to Godric's Hollow. Yeah, menacing, I know, but I tried to make it at least a little funny...
Go have fun, kids, and don't do anything I'd do.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Friday, October 31, 2003 12:36 p.m.
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Wheeeee!
Your message last night was much appreciated. ^_^
Just for fun, I also did a little doodle on the GC oekaki board. If you watch the animation, change the "M" button to read "L" in the animation window, or it'll act like it's coked up.
On the bright side, it's sunny out. Yippee.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Wednesday, October 29, 2003 10:53 a.m.
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Rant.
I fucking hate divas.
I especailly hate divas who bitch about their costumes, then half-ass try them during a run, and then come to you telling you both how the costume isn't working and what you need to do to make it better, despite the fact that the problem is that they're not trying hard enough to make it work.
I also hate divas who break, tear, or lose things and then tell you, "This needs to be fixed by tomorrow."
What didn't the diva say, boys and girls? Please. If you have a problem with your costume, you'd goddamn best say "please" or you're likely to find a tutu hanging in your spot the next night.
And yes, I enjoy wasting $6-a-bottle super glue on your fucking detective's badge, because you keep putting it in your front pants pocket where it keeps breaking when you sit down. Because that's my problem, not yours. Hoffberg's is still intact, and he hasn't had a single problem with his, but you're right. It's our problem you don't know how to hang a goddamn chain around your neck.
Sorry for the rant, but if I didn't type that out I'd probably be in jail for homicide right now. Wheeeee.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Tuesday, October 28, 2003 04:24 p.m.
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Quiz-o-rama.
Because I am awake and unwilling to do the research I should be doing.
Congratulations!! You're a smart sophisticated and beautiful martini!!
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Hmm. That's fairly true...I do like a good martini, shaken, not stirred.
You are Form 1, Goddess: The Creator.
"And The Goddess planted the acorn of life.
She cried a single tear and shed a single drop
of blood upon the earth where she buried it.
From her blood and tear, the acorn grew into
the world."
Some examples of the Goddess Form are Gaia (Greek),
Jehova (Christian), and Brahma (Indian).
The Goddess is associated with the concept of
creation, the number 1, and the element of
earth.
Her sign is the dawn sun.
As a member of Form 1, you are a charismatic
individual and people are drawn to you.
Although sometimes you may seem emotionally
distant, you are deeply in tune with other
people's feelings and have tremendous empathy.
Sometimes you have a tendency to neglect your
own self. Goddesses are the best friends to
have because they're always willing to help.
Which Mythological Form Are You?
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Aww, don't tell me that. It'll go to my head.
Spikey!! You ROCK, in the end you Fight for the side of good,
but you were VERY evil for a while there...
Which Buffy Big Bad are YOU??=|
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AWESOME. This has made my day.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Monday, October 27, 2003 10:07 a.m.
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And now for something completely different.
And by different, I mean new. And that "new" refers to artwork in the gallery. There's four new HP oekaki, and one miscellaneous one. I didn't post the Kill Bill pic I've been doodling in Painter...I haven't quite figured out what I'm going to do with it yet.
My aforementioned inspiration is coming along nicely...I may have two shows opening in the next two weeks, and two research papers due in the near future, but this thing will live on!
Paige is currently flying (and by flying, I mean running with her head down and arms stretched out front) around the apartment like a superhero, wearing an Old Navy plastic bag on her head with one handle-hole for an eye-hole and her ponytail stuck out the other.
I love my life.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Sunday, October 26, 2003 11:49 p.m.
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Take on me, take me on
In the process of updating the gallery, I took some time out to read some ficcage...mostly Tom and Ginny ones, oddly enough. These fall into two categories: terribly dark ones that involve Tom using Ginny, sometimes with both of them enjoying it, or very strange parodies.
I started wondering why there aren't many happy fics involving the two of them...so what if he's the memory of a young Dark Lord, trapped inside a diary for posterity? So what if she's young, shy, and vulnerable? Sounds like the making of a charming Tom Hanks movie, to me.
That point aside, I Love the 80s happened to be on the TV in the background. Let me just say this: I love this show. It brings back my childhood like a bad acid flashback. What I love most is that they typically run the credits alongside a great music video I haven't seen in years...
...and this music video happened to be the one for A-Ha's "Take On Me." Does anyone else remember this video? Does anyone else remember how much it ROCKED, being all live-action girl meets animated hunk? Either way, there's a particularly poor quality version of the clip itself here, and some stills can be found here.
And then, citizens, inspiration struck. Bwahahahahaha.
Or should I say....A-HA. ^_^
Morgan crashed the officers' club Sunday, October 26, 2003 11:31 a.m.
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I had to lick it off so it wouldn't stain...
This was said in reference to the coffee I spilled all over my theory notes, mind you.
I feel like crap warmed over right now. This could be due to:
a. The remnants of a hangover.
b. Caffeine withdrawal.
c. The big-ass front that went through here today.
d. Stress.
e. All of the above.
So what's happened since I last posted? I found out Thursday that not only can we not get the riding boots for the horses in Equus, the guy we're talking to claims they're not manufactured anymore. He says there's no such thing as rubber riding boots, despite the fact that we're staring at a pair we pulled from our stock from two years ago. This would not have been such a problem had the person I'd delegated the task of locating riding boots to done it...oh, weeks ago when we found out we needed them.
This is why I do everything myself and run myself ragged in the process. I don't think it's dawned on the people in the shop that Laramie opens with dollar night Thursday, and Equus a week later. This means shit needs to get DONE. I don't care how. It just needs to be DONE. And NOW.
So anyway, despite the fact that I felt like the business end of a constipated baboon this morning, Bridgette and I went shopping to find the last few items we need for the show. This involved taking Kendall (not the most charming individual) to the NY Suit Exchange...which was amazing. I've never seen so many suits in my life. There were racks and racks...and an entire room of shirts and ties, and suspenders, and SPATS. There were green suits, bubblegum pink suits, fluorescent orange suits whose only purpose I can figure is so that hunters can dress up while hunting and not worry about being shot by other hunters. It took all of thirty minutes thanks to the very nice man who helped us despite Kendall being a douchebag, for lack of a better term, while Bridgette and I were drooling at the tweed and pinstripes.
Anyway, there were also internet troubles Friday, and after staying on the phone with the helpdesk and having the network dude come out and check the wiring, it turned out my ethernet card had just jiggled loose. Go figure.
So I have one more HP oekaki to do so I can update and entire row at a time, and I think I'm going to produce said oekaki right now. Adios.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Saturday, October 25, 2003 09:06 p.m.
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Hare tonic. Har, har, har.
On the theme of shagginess, my room mate Paige contributes this gem of a website featuring prize-winning angora rabbits. I've posted the link because I just couldn't choose one picture to post. They're all so...bizarre. Nothing but noses and hair.
These guys had to be the inspiration for tribbles. And that comment right there proves what I nerd I am.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Thursday, October 23, 2003 11:24 a.m.
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I go out walkin' after midnight
Good to know the heilie coo's brought some joy to your lives. And that picture of Gandalf is adorable, Catt. And it's usually the perpective I have of him, being close to eye-level with him and all.
The last two horse heads are going together like a dream. It's all thanks to this amazing glue that I'll call Grace of God Glue that our seamstress's husband gave us...it's basically super glue, but faster due to this accelerator you spray on it. So no more wasted time from sitting there clamping parts together.
Inner Tom: You are so lame. Glue? All you can write about is glue?!
Me: Hey, it's the little things right now. And if anything interesting comes along, I promise I'll write about that, too.
Tom: Don't count on it.
Anyway, the other denizens of 303 and I need to go out shopping for Halloween decorations at some point in the near future. You know, I'm really starting to enjoy Halloween again. It was always my favorite holiday because of the dressing up and the getting to stay up late, but there for a while it wasn't really all that special anymore since a) I got to wear costumes all the time in theatre, and b) I can stay up as late as I want, when I want. Being in college for Halloween is just the boost I needed, I think.
Probably because the punch contains things I wasn't allowed to drink when I was ten or so.
Yeah, that's gotta be it.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Thursday, October 23, 2003 08:33 a.m.
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Heilie Coo.
Did I mention there was one of these at the games? It's a highland cow.
I want one.
Morgan crashed the officers' club Wednesday, October 22, 2003 10:17 a.m.
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