Dark Time is still lurking there in the Hopefuls album. Check it out, comment, pimp it, do as you like. It's got its problems, like how dark it is, but it also has some wicked awesome shots, some of my all-time personal favorites.
Two weeks, and the beau will be living with me. I'm still a little nervous about it, but getting better, mainly because I'm so distracted with all the other stuff going on right now that being nervous about something like that is about as low on my list of things to do as going through my spare change and counting my pennies. I'm actually looking forward to the endeavor, not because I'm all mushy in love with him or whatever, but because he'll be unemployed for the next four months, being in between teaching jobs, so unless he gets a part-time thing to eat up his time, he's going to be home all day long. And you know what that means?
He's going to need more videogames to occupy his time. And more videogames for him, means more videogames for me. We've already decided that we need to pick up Silent Hill, Resident Evil, Destroy All Humans 2, and Harvest Moon (yeah, it's totally for me, but stop looking at me like that. I have ovaries, which makes it ok). Plus he's going to learn how to play Halo! *squee*
What? He'll also clean and shit. I know better than to let him just play videogames all day while I work for a living - I learned that lesson from being married.
It's starting to look more and more likely that we'll end up moving to Winona MN in August. The odds of him getting a job out there are pretty good, considering a) the college frequently hires Speech teachers from the ranks of South Dakota State University, b) he's already got three years experience doing this, and has had is MA in hand for a year now, c) he knows a guy in the Speech department out there, and d) ... um... balls?
There are, of course, other places where he's applied, but he doesn't seem too optimistic about them calling him up for an interview (though I think we both are holding out on our secret hope of that job in Bellevue WA). And where the beau goes, I go, to leave this world of factories and photographer-blights behind. We shall surely see.
So OlafTheTroll went and *forced* me to join a group I hadn't quite expected I'd be a part of. It makes me want to write more, which is a good thing, though I'm still not working on my book, or my stage adaptation of the Epic of Gilgamesh, which is not so good. Oh, well. Writing is writing, ne?
Speaking of the stage, for those in theatre, has anyone else noticed how much like a drug it can be? This is something I've talked about with friends of mine, and we all pretty much come to the same conclusion. You work and work and work at it, and spend all your time and energy in the theatre, until you realize that you need a break. And when you take that break, it feels amazing. Like you never knew how you lived before this point. And then... a few months down the line... that's when you start to feel the withdrawal symptoms. It's been... about a year since I last had a little actual theatre action (sure, attending shows is great, but being part of them is sooo much better). It's been probably about two years since I was really involved. It's a weird sort of ache, the kind that makes me want to volunteer with the summer theatre program - volunteer, you realize. That would be on top of the full time job I already have!
Theatre is a drug, that makes theatre people fucking crazy, when you're on it, or off it for long enough.
I have all nine volumes of Preacher sitting on the bookshelf next to my computer desk. I want to break into them sooo badly - the last one I've read all through is volume 6, but I want to start all over again, read it from start to finish. But Ihave to work at 6am tomorrow, and I cannot stay up all night with Jesse and Tulip and Cassidy... *sigh*
I'm hungry. I'm going to have a big bowl of salad. It's amazing how in the mood I often am just for a big bowl of salad. Salad salad salad.
No picture today, because it distracts Zarth. ^_^ Kisses, all!
Two weeks, and the beau will be living with me. I'm still a little nervous about it, but getting better, mainly because I'm so distracted with all the other stuff going on right now that being nervous about something like that is about as low on my list of things to do as going through my spare change and counting my pennies. I'm actually looking forward to the endeavor, not because I'm all mushy in love with him or whatever, but because he'll be unemployed for the next four months, being in between teaching jobs, so unless he gets a part-time thing to eat up his time, he's going to be home all day long. And you know what that means?
He's going to need more videogames to occupy his time. And more videogames for him, means more videogames for me. We've already decided that we need to pick up Silent Hill, Resident Evil, Destroy All Humans 2, and Harvest Moon (yeah, it's totally for me, but stop looking at me like that. I have ovaries, which makes it ok). Plus he's going to learn how to play Halo! *squee*
What? He'll also clean and shit. I know better than to let him just play videogames all day while I work for a living - I learned that lesson from being married.
It's starting to look more and more likely that we'll end up moving to Winona MN in August. The odds of him getting a job out there are pretty good, considering a) the college frequently hires Speech teachers from the ranks of South Dakota State University, b) he's already got three years experience doing this, and has had is MA in hand for a year now, c) he knows a guy in the Speech department out there, and d) ... um... balls?
There are, of course, other places where he's applied, but he doesn't seem too optimistic about them calling him up for an interview (though I think we both are holding out on our secret hope of that job in Bellevue WA). And where the beau goes, I go, to leave this world of factories and photographer-blights behind. We shall surely see.
So OlafTheTroll went and *forced* me to join a group I hadn't quite expected I'd be a part of. It makes me want to write more, which is a good thing, though I'm still not working on my book, or my stage adaptation of the Epic of Gilgamesh, which is not so good. Oh, well. Writing is writing, ne?
Speaking of the stage, for those in theatre, has anyone else noticed how much like a drug it can be? This is something I've talked about with friends of mine, and we all pretty much come to the same conclusion. You work and work and work at it, and spend all your time and energy in the theatre, until you realize that you need a break. And when you take that break, it feels amazing. Like you never knew how you lived before this point. And then... a few months down the line... that's when you start to feel the withdrawal symptoms. It's been... about a year since I last had a little actual theatre action (sure, attending shows is great, but being part of them is sooo much better). It's been probably about two years since I was really involved. It's a weird sort of ache, the kind that makes me want to volunteer with the summer theatre program - volunteer, you realize. That would be on top of the full time job I already have!
Theatre is a drug, that makes theatre people fucking crazy, when you're on it, or off it for long enough.
I have all nine volumes of Preacher sitting on the bookshelf next to my computer desk. I want to break into them sooo badly - the last one I've read all through is volume 6, but I want to start all over again, read it from start to finish. But Ihave to work at 6am tomorrow, and I cannot stay up all night with Jesse and Tulip and Cassidy... *sigh*
I'm hungry. I'm going to have a big bowl of salad. It's amazing how in the mood I often am just for a big bowl of salad. Salad salad salad.
No picture today, because it distracts Zarth. ^_^ Kisses, all!
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zarth:
Life in Hell is all around us. You just have to know where to look.
zarth:
I suppose that depends on how you define "help."