hel - pez dispenser of happiness

They published my revised letter: http://news.therecord.com/Opinions/LettertotheEditor/article/741617

So I've been costuming this play for a brand new, exciting theatre company, which has consumed large chunks of my time and mental head space (because when I costume a play, I spend a lot of time thinking about what I'm going to do and how I'm going to do it). I've also sat in on a number of rehearsals.

And it's coming together brilliantly. I'm really happy with how the costumes look, and I laugh out loud when I go to rehearsals. This cast is super and the pictures I've seen of the set pieces look wonderful, and I love the director's vision of the show.

Please come out to see the play, and my awesome costumes, sometime in July. The preview performance is next Tuesday, and the performances run July 8-10, 15-17, and 22-24.

You can buy tickets here. Tickets are $18 (preview night is half price). If you don't do PayPal, contact me directly with the date you'd like to see the show and cash and I'll get it to the box office guy.

So come out, because this much awesomeness deserves as many eyes as possible.

( TBT Taming of the Shrew Press Release behind the cut )

After spending the.entire.freakin'.day fighting sleep like it was her mortal enemy, Mer - upon being placed in bed - flipped over onto her tummy and then promptly fell asleep.

Yeah, I have a side/tummy sleeper.

or something..

Those of you who are still here at least, put your proverbial money where your mouth is (or at least your typing fingers), and play along to generate some potentially interesting and readable content for everyone!

(stolen from much_ado who stole it from someone, who stole it from someone, who... you know the drill.)


Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask about anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, if there's anything you've ever wondered or been curious about or meant to ask me, etc. Re-post this in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other.

And no, I'm bloody well not screening comments ;-)

You can still bitch after this about the lack of content on LJ, but not playing along when the opportunity to fix that issue comes along, will get you soundly mocked. Probably in a post, as a content-generating measure :)

One of the (many) things I'm enjoying about maternity leave is the lack of any need to write Letters to be Found in the Ensuing Investigation.

It's a nice change.

Days wherein one can find the Fray Check are Good Days.

Of everything I've seen as a result of the whole Kevin Smith/Southwest debacle, her post makes me the happiest (note it was written in 2008, but I saw it in a comment thread about KS/Sw at Pharyngula). From the post:

I'm sad to say that I've been inculcated with enough societal garbage that I occasionally hate my own body--but as a thin (white, able-bodied, etc.) person I cannot fathom what it must be like to have others take it upon themselves to hate my body for me. As I've said before, if you think fat people have no self-discipline, consider the fact that they haven't killed you yet.

Then

Now

Awesome.

One of my cousins is pulling for today in the "when will LC be born" sweeps, based on the theory that it's the coolest birthday in November. I suspect she'll be disappointed.

Seventy-two hours on from the flu shot, my arm (which never got the swelling) ceased being sore by yesterday. I never got any of the other side effects. The Paramour's appointment yesterday took an hour, though it wasn't clear why. His arm is also sore, but so far, so good (as far as I know) for symptoms.

Yesterday, jascha and his delightful girlfriend L visited, as part of their Southern Ontario Fall 2009 Tour Extravaganza. It was wonderful to meet her, and they brought me a bouquet of spoons for the days ahead. We hit the Vietnamese sub shop for lunch, and it was delicious. It was a quick visit, but I'm really looking forward to seeing them at Christmas.

And the Paramour and I are all finally packed for the hospital. Huzzah! LC has been packed for weeks now, but I'm not the Most On The Ball Bear in the forest when it comes to these things.

Today is lunch with 'nita, and some laundry. I'm sure it will thrill you to no end to know, also, that tomorrow is garbage day here, which means tonight we'll be putting out the garbage. Go, now, your lives enriched by this knowledge.

not that it'll help any of my friends who're currently being frustrated by the moving target that is flu vaccine acquisition these days, but for one group, at least, the regional response is working well.

Granted, it took them a bit to get to this point, and certainly I didn't enjoy the meltdowns that resulted in for me, but I'm thankful today.

My shot appointment was at 10:40 this morning. I got there about 10 minutes late, but was there for <35 minutes, including the 15 minute wait for reactions after the shot. As a bonus, there were chairs. Plus, they've opened up the pregnant lady clinic to partners of 30+ week pregnant women (though they wouldn't let me make the Paramour's appointment for him). Once he called, he was able to get an appointment on Wednesday afternoon.

While they generally do the shot in the non-dominant arm, they ended up doing it in my right arm, since I'm supposed to sleep on my left side. This is fortunate, since my arm has hit the ouchy stage. As for other side effects, it's not clear whether I have them, or whether I'm imagining something that might vaguely resemble an ache in my neck. OTOH, I had a massage therapy appointment today, which means that the muscles got poked and prodded. In general, I'm going to go with "probably no side-effects at this point".

Now I just have to convince my child that she really, really wants to be born before they have to do something unfortunate like induce me. Wish me luck. (And yes, I'm aware that convincing her of anything at this point is an exercise in hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha*sob*-land, so you don't need to point that out)