Put me in, Coach.

Used to be, the more I had to do, the more I wanted to blog. These days, the more I have to do, the less I even think about my blog. That’s probably a healthy development, don’t you think?

Stixen, you are the bestest. 🙂 I got home last night and an early birthday present was waiting for me – two beautiful angels! There’s nothing better than coming home after a long day at work to find a nice surprise.

I have a choir concert tonight – the second in three days. The first was the entire music department, and this one is the entire choral sub-department. The jury is still out in my mind on this whole “join a choir” experiment… on the one hand, I really enjoy learning something new and being in an ensemble, but on the other hand, it’s kind of lonely, and rehearsal has terrible hours. My singing chops are kind of weak, and it’s unpleasant to have my vocal cords fail on me when my ear and mind know what I was supposed to be getting.

Last night, I dreamed that they put Ryan on the football team, and that he was doing really well – not like “everyone knows his name” well, but like “gets to play and doesn’t get killed” well. They’d put Colt Brooks on offense and needed people to deflect tackles against him, and that was Ryan’s job. So he got tackled a lot. It was set up in my mind kind of like a video game, I think… their progress was measured in pounds, as in how many pounds (of muscle, presumably?) each person gained. I actually – cue the cheese – woke up with “Centerfield” playing in my head.

Good Google quote today:

To be a book-collector is to combine the worst characteristics of a dope fiend with those of a miser.
– Robertson Davies

Have I mentioned that my dad is in Germany? Very weird. I haven’t heard from him since he left, but then again, he’s on an eight-hour differential. Also, I got a haircut. That’s kind of weird, too, because I’m having to readjust to little hairs brushing my cheeks.

So much to do before this weekend… and I have only one day left in which to have my quarter-life crisis…
Oh, have I mentioned that I think I really like Studio 60? I think it’s also entirely possible that I like Heroes. (Yeah, I know. I take some time to warm up. I didn’t fall in love with West Wing until like the third season or something.) Maybe I was just in a televisiony mood yesterday… maybe I was just being sappy… but last night’s Studio 60 really hit the spot all over the place. (That’s a contradictory sentence. Hit the spot all over the place? Dude!) And I watched last week’s and this week’s Heroes yesterday, and for the first time all season was really kind of like what happens next! Come on, more! Of course, I have to wait a whole month, so that kind of sucks. Maybe I’ll actually get something done for once if there’s absolutely nothing on TV, right?

Basically, I’m Just a Junkie

Good Google quote today:

“To be a book-collector is to combine the worst characteristics of a dope fiend with those of a miser.”
– Robertson Davies

Put me in, Coach.

Used to be, the more I had to do, the more I wanted to blog. These days, the more I have to do, the less I even think about my blog. That’s probably a healthy development, don’t you think?

Stixen, you are the bestest. 🙂 I got home last night and an early birthday present was waiting for me – two beautiful angels! There’s nothing better than coming home after a long day at work to find a nice surprise.

I have a choir concert tonight – the second in three days. The first was the entire music department, and this one is the entire choral sub-department. The jury is still out in my mind on this whole “join a choir” experiment… on the one hand, I really enjoy learning something new and being in an ensemble, but on the other hand, it’s kind of lonely, and rehearsal has terrible hours. My singing chops are kind of weak, and it’s unpleasant to have my vocal cords fail on me when my ear and mind know what I was supposed to be getting.

Last night, I dreamed that they put Ryan on the football team, and that he was doing really well – not like “everyone knows his name” well, but like “gets to play and doesn’t get killed” well. They’d put Colt Brooks on offense and needed people to deflect tackles against him, and that was Ryan’s job. So he got tackled a lot. It was set up in my mind kind of like a video game, I think… their progress was measured in pounds, as in how many pounds (of muscle, presumably?) each person gained. I actually – cue the cheese – woke up with “Centerfield” playing in my head.

Good Google quote today:

To be a book-collector is to combine the worst characteristics of a dope fiend with those of a miser.
– Robertson Davies

Have I mentioned that my dad is in Germany? Very weird. I haven’t heard from him since he left, but then again, he’s on an eight-hour differential. Also, I got a haircut. That’s kind of weird, too, because I’m having to readjust to little hairs brushing my cheeks.

So much to do before this weekend… and I have only one day left in which to have my quarter-life crisis…
Oh, have I mentioned that I think I really like Studio 60? I think it’s also entirely possible that I like Heroes. (Yeah, I know. I take some time to warm up. I didn’t fall in love with West Wing until like the third season or something.) Maybe I was just in a televisiony mood yesterday… maybe I was just being sappy… but last night’s Studio 60 really hit the spot all over the place. (That’s a contradictory sentence. Hit the spot all over the place? Dude!) And I watched last week’s and this week’s Heroes yesterday, and for the first time all season was really kind of like what happens next! Come on, more! Of course, I have to wait a whole month, so that kind of sucks. Maybe I’ll actually get something done for once if there’s absolutely nothing on TV, right?