New Year, New Moon, Vodka, Blue Moon.

Someone seems to have shrunk all my jeans sometime between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I fear January and it's upcoming federal taxes, car insurance payment, house payment, and rising electric bill.

I look forward to saving the Multiverse once again via The Shackled City; it should be a fine journey with a large party of excellent people.

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We were joking in the hall yesterday about a sign posted for the actors. It reads: "sunburn and tans lines are not acceptable character choices". I joked that I would'nt have a problem, as I have developed a "Theater Tan" from never seeing the sun.

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I finally seem to have gotten back in the groove with housework, as much as a groove that I can have with my random schedule. I have lost multiple lists of things to do. The cats keep reniging on their promises to vacuum. I don't want to start anything large for fear of the task sitting around half-finished, silently mocking me as I arrive home late from work.

One "easy" thing always seems to lead to another. The latest project should have been a simple replacement for my 4x4 porch support post. It turned out that the bottom of the post was completely rotted out, and had some ant condos inside. The rhododendron roots had made their way under the green outdoor carpet, so I started to dig out the entire area with my shiny new mattock. I soon found that the porch had buried pavers along the edges. This in turn led me to start digging a path around the edge of my house; I have been thinking of making a sidewalk out of all the house stones I found buried on the OTHER side.

Some time later...

I had to pound a 2x6 board with a sledge to prop up the right side of the porch enough to get the post in. After that, I kept digging. Found a legbone-not human as far as I know-my friend's dog was chewing on it yesterday.

Speaking of that friend, he is going to be working on my workshop roof this week if all goes well. There is a nice-sized hole around the wood stove chimney, and some nice termite damage all around the area. I removed the conversation-generating pitchfork and roll of tarpaper that have been up there since before I moved in.

This patch job will eventually lead to me getting a metal roof later in the year (money permitting). The shingles and metal are all on the new tax-deductible list for energy saving products. Hopefully this will help me out next April; I will make more money than I ever have this year!

Back to rehearsal.

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NOW WHAT? Trials and errors of the pageant

What else can go wrong?

Wednesday- spot power issues, riser collapse, genie (re)failure, sound guy forgot to turn amps off, dumb kids setting their shit on the $100,000 Steinway,

Thursday (so far)- Ion light board failure!!!; genie still down, power issues in the entire spot booth AND a professor's office, one spot has a bad ballast, the LD now has hours to switch to the Obsession before tonight's show...

I DID get to invent a fun new game with the help of one of the pageant's "girl wranglers". Some of the contestants kept sitting their props and clothes on our above-mentioned piano. I kept asking her to remind them not to do that. She eventually told me to take anything they placed on the piano and hide it in the cage. While I enjoyed this game immensely, the young ladies did not seem to enjoy it as much as I had hoped.

scritch scratch

I rarely drink caffeine. I needed to this morning. My eyes felt like they were crawling around in my head for a few hours, and my teeth felt like I was licking a battery. Now I am just wide awake and tired. How do people do this every day? Drugs are bad!

Metaphor for Life

Life is a metaphor for life.

I am single.

I have a good job in which I often happen to be surrounded by beautiful women who are much too young for me.

I am currently on day 2 of babbysitting the Miss WV Pageant rehearsals. I just had a thought: I haven't even noticed the girls this year. I must be getting old(er).