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I tend to do most of my intarwebbing on Twitter. I guess I've become a cheesy soundbite bitch.

But there is a post coming soon. Because I HAVE to share this. Especially with those of you who have ever done any technical work in theater and/or events. I did a dance recital (yes I know you're grinning already) because a friend asked me; it was his daughter's dance school.




Just when I think I can't find a more clueless, out-of-touch-with-reality, disorganized group to work with...

Let's begin with the fact that the owner of the studio didn't have the correct music cut for more than 7 of the numbers on the day of dress rehearsal. And by the 1st of 2 performances, only 3 of those had been fixed.

My light board was a Colortran Patchman. For those of you (and I realize there are many) for whom this means nothing, I'll put it this way: There are cave paintings of this board. It is so old it is no longer supported by the manufacturer.

It just gets better from there. You'll get the full story soon.


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I'm pretty much not anywhere except twitter these days, and not muh of significance has changed. I'm still seeking a full time job and working several part-time ones; I'm still addicted to the same stupid 'reality' programs; I'm on the constant serach for a perfect pair of red pin-up shoes.

Some notably good stuff:
-my sister and her hubby are FINALLY set to close on their first house mid-April
-my hubby and I actually got to go on a date yesterday to see Burton's "Alice" (which was entertaining and no we didn't see it in 3-D)

One random bit of oddballity: I had a young child address me as "Grown-up" about 2 weeks ago...I forget what the little one wanted, but that's how I was addressed.

Counterpoint to that, I was addressed as "young lady" by a postal clerk a few days ago.

Some other blather:
-A zoo about to lose it's horned pachyderm is experienceing rhinoplasty.
-An out of work jam ban is obviously defunked.
-To convert a sailboat into a powerboat, it must undergo a mastectomy.
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Watching "Twilight Zone" marathon, saw "Time Enough" (the one with the guy who loves to read, survives the Hbomb and then breaks his glasses).

Anyhow, this is rattling around and I need to get it down. Constructives appreciated.


I am your broken city
Flung from roads and homes to rubble
With the simple word "fire."

Which warmed you on snowy evenings
Which I kept in bellies
Deep beneath your dwellings
So you might share my warmth

Which is meant to renew as much as consume
To sheild you fragile,
Delicate things from hostile animals
And the unknowns of dapple-shadowed nights

Large on beaches with youth in abandon
Small in hearth-fires with elders nodding
The heart of a home with children to feed

All these I could offer
All these I could help control
All these are gone.

I am twisted steel bones blown open
All the soul burned away
Not even a memory of me remains

At night it kept the shadows at bay
There are no shadows now
Only eerie half-light from every mote of dust

This burning does not consume
Neither does it renew
Nothing will grow within me again
And I shall burn without fire for 10,000 years


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I just haven't posted much of anything, anywhere, for a while. The long and short of it is, I've been battling various Close-Contact-With-Kids cooties (various sniffles, 2 rounds of pink-eye, upper respiratory problems), last-minute (in come cases, last-HOUR) work calls, trying to find permanent employment, and dealing with various government and insurance agencies.

On the whole, things are decent right now. The bills are getting paid, the freelance things are picking up for the holiday season, and we've been able to get out and visit people occasionally.

Tomorrow I'll be finalizing my project from my CAD class; I missed the actual final session due to one of the above-mentioned episodes of pink-eye. I'm hoping to export a few of the files as .jpg so I can show them off...at the very least I'll be able to take the raw .dwg and converted .pdf files.

I also recently dug out and fired up my laptop (the hubby's is the one with the intarwebs). Went through my Digital Quote Board. Some day, I'll load all the hard-copy ones I have. It'll take a while...last I recall, there were a total of 11 18"x24" pages.

A few of my faves:
"Actually, this is the life I ordered. But the bus-boy cleared it before I'd finished." -Conan D.

"All my little ducks in a row just turned around and mooned me!" -Jenni M.

ME: What does he keep working on during lunch?
DEREK: Hard to tell with him.
BOB: Could be a mobile, could be a small nuclear fusion reactor.

And for my HLM:
"And now, we'd like to play Pat's Bitch in D-minor...[singing] Weeeeeeeeeee're off to seeeee the wizaaaaaaard!" -Rob R.

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Don't get your teeth in the way of my boot, you ass.

Hi! I'm alive, I've been busy, though not in the ways I would like. Been doing a lot of last-minute jobs. And need to plan the handing-out of several beatings.

-Am taking a CAD class, specifically Chief Architect. It's for home/landscaping design, but works like AutoCAD or MiniCAD with trainingwheels. Helpful.
-Still frantically seeking one of those full-time job things.
-My GP doc is a twit.
-My GP's NP is teh awesomesauce.
-Agenceis (governmental, temp/employment, and insurance types) suck the Big Sweaty One.
-Am still working MadScience gigs; lots of last-minute-ness. Mostly enjoyable.
-Have made some new friends recently who are just the best.
-All friends are helping me stay sane, or offereing to buy me ammo, or asking to join me on the clocktower. All are equally awesome.

And you?


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I just sent this one:[lightly edited for the sake of personal info]

Dear Company As Yet Unnamed,[they didn't reveal their name in the ad]

My name is S and I am applying for the post of Administrative Assistant / Receptionist in your team oriented office.

Having worked for a wide range of companies in various capacities, I am always up for the next challenge. I learn information quickly and retain it easily, I ask questions when I have them, and I can usually coax cranky fax machines into cooperative moods. I am reliable, responsible, and reasonable. Plus, I sometimes show up with cookies.

I have attached my administrative resume for your consideration, I would prefer a minimum of money/hour or $$$/year (payable in U.S. dollars), and I will be pleased as punch* to furnish any additional information upon request. I look forward to speaking with you in the near future.

-Sylvia Bagaglio


*I am, of course, aware that punch is inanimate, and thus likely unable to comprehend any emotion or feeling. This is merely an idiomatic statement meant to convey my potential for happiness should you decide to contact me for additional information. Hopefully, it will also give you a little laugh. Perhaps a snort. A giggle maybe. A chortle? Does anyone chortle anymore? Myself, I tend to guffaw or bray...I'm not exactly dainty. But if it helps to be dainty in your office, I think I have a lace handkerchief somewhere! I could flutter it about, dab my lips with it at lunch...I'm straying, right?
You probably want to go read the resume now. I'll leave you to it then.


Would you hire me?

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The weekend started off not so bad, what with the good weather. Saturday was pretty lazy at my place, but I helped clean up the party place for D's bash rather well. Turns out the people who own the space had a big'ol kegger the night before. I got there AFTER an hour of cleaning had taken place.

There aren't enough Es for the "eew" I need to spell, people.

Cleared bottles, cups, cans, and general trash. Swept. Vacuumed. J, bless her, mopped. Put fresh throw-covers on furniture. Got the lights working right. I volunteered to clean the bathroom, and my mom would have been proud. Set up tables, cleaned tables, helped set out food and drinks. Finally, the party! Had a REALLY good time, re-connected with some people and got to meet some more. Turned into a pumpkin around midnight, when the kind-of-a-maybe-sore-throat became a oh-boy-tomorrow-I'm-gonna-wake-up-dead feeling.

Sunday: Woke up mostly dead. So did Isaac. So instead of going out to Marlboro to help my sister and her hubby pack and clean, we spent the day mostly dead. I took a brief time-out to venture forth for such neccessities as tissues, flu medicine, orange juice, and bread.

Monday: Another mostly dead day, though Isaac was a little more dead than me. Managed grocery shopping, which wiped me out. Isaac managed laundry and dishes, which wiped him out.

Today: I'm feeling aboout 75%, Isaac is at about 50%. Better, but still with the sniffles and getting wiped out by little effort. I did manage to make dinner this evening.

Tomorrow: More work searching for me, hopefully actually getting to work for the hubby.

And now, a think a cup of tea is in order.

QotD is from TWITTER:
lundegaard: Alistair Crowley loved ice cream so much that he used to finish decrees w/ "So ala mode it be." History is just lactose intolerant.
sylliebee: hey @lundegaard : Alistair Crowley kept that ice cream in a Cthuler. He also kept his frozen Yogsothothurt inside.

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Not that we'll be taking it particularly easy...

Tomorrow I do get to sleep in, but then I need to do some cleaning around my place, get my poop in a group, head over to D's to help clean and organize for The Bash, probably make at least 1 trip to get ice, forks, and whatever else everyone forgot, attempt to make myself presentable, and then, finally, enjoy The Bash. Get home eventually, collapse.

Sunday we head out to Marlboro to help my sister and her hubby pack up, since they will be moving soon. Much drama has ensued, but the summation is their landlord has become a hypocritical dip-headed nong-nong (50 points if you get that reference), and they no longer wish to deal with his special brand of dickheadery (nor his asshattery, assbaggery, nor goatblowery). So a-packing we shall go.

Monday is so far bereft of anything. Which, I feel, is good. I don't want to travel too far. Maybe we can scrounge together a picnic - the weather is supposed to be cooperative. Anyone up for a picnic somewhere in the greater Boston area?

The interview on Thursday went well; I was asked for references, and told that they really want to make a decision by the end of the coming week. So hopefully, I'll know soon.

Your QotD is a punchline. Please supply it with a joke, cuz I can't seem to come up with one:
Q: ???
A: A Polka-dot matrix!

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This one has been running around my brain for a while - comments and constructive criticism appreciated.

It wasn't so bad when I was little
Even if I was the last-
I could play with the fauns and nymphs and sprites
And we'd splash in the rivers
And run in the fields

I was just a bigger kind of different
I could reach up high for the best fruit to share
And carry the heavy sheaves at harvest
Blow away the chaff while the smaller folk winnowed
And just get along

But I found out I never stop growing
I blow gales and tempests
That make Spring meadows into barren winter fields
The tallest trees tremble when I try to sneak by
And I can't hold on without crushing
Not even my dreams

So I have decided to travel as far to the West
As the Earth will let me
Lie down and sleep where the land is bare
Let the soft winds cover me in dust
I'll grow into a mountain
One that shall maybe have some trees with ripe fruit
That everyone can share again

And when some future night
Your grandchildren look past the fields
To watch the sun hide behind my back
Maybe they'll say "That mountain looks like an Ogre."
And I'll just keep sleeping
So they never have to know
That they are right.


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...Isaac and I were in Vegas, getting hitched on Chapel Row.

Three years with my most wonderful hubby. I love you, pumpkin. You make everything better.


Feelin'...: loved gooey

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Applications currently out for the following positions:
-Prop manager with a full-time year-round company in NJ.
-Production Assembler with a company that included no info on what I'd be assembling. But the pay rate looked good.
-Flute assembler. Yes, really.
-Wardrobe manager (two different companies, I think CT and NJ).
-Shop Manager for a tattoo parlor in the next town over.
-Various administrative positions with small non-profits, big corporations, arts organizations, schools (from elementary to university), and a few construction companies.

Still recuperating from the latest round of back nonsense. Should be able to teach again next week.

Today's big project was making a vat of sauce. Which means tomorrow's big project is cleaning the kitchen. Also on tomorrow's list, getting in touch with the doctor's office about the fact that they never re-billed my physical as a physical. I get 1 physical a year for only the office visit co-pay, but they billed it as a visit about a pre-existing condition. I thought it got straightened out, but now I have a bill. So people need to be spoken to.

This coming weekend is Fisherman's Feast. Isaac has been told, by one of The Boys, that it would be 'really nice' if he attended this year. So I think we're going.

"Well, here I am with all this skin just doing nothing except keeping my organs from falling on the floor..." -me, in discussing the potential perk of free tattoos if one works in a tattoo parlor.
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Only good stuff:

-J & J are now happily the parents of another J, born on July 29, big and strong and healthy! I am a psuedo-auntie again! Can't wait to taste those soft tender baby cheeks...

-I won tickets! ART here in Boston ran a contest to pick the new name of their "club" space, which will be christened with a production of "The Donkey Show". I was one of the people who picked the name that won, and I won tickets! Woo-hoo! It'll be a week-ish late, but it will make a fab anniversary evening for me and the hubby.

-Saturday night I will be hanging out with people I see far too infrequently, indulging in practices decidedly not approved by the Harper Valley PTA.

-Sunday I get to see my Grandma-in-law up in NH, along with my brother and sister in law, and possibly cousin-in-law. Lots of in-laws. But I like these people a bunch, and Isaac's cousin S is a theater geek like me, so yay!

-Next week I have some steady work, teaching another MadScience camp. I'm told I will have more than 8 students this time. We'll see what happens.

And because I NEED to share the madness:


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So the first question the NP asked me after looking at my throat:
"So, have you been around a lot of kids lately?"

Ha. My little angels gave me cooties.

Seems strep is running around with 7-10 year olds quite a bit recently. She planned to run a quickstrep test, as well as a full throat culture. I'm not particularly sore, but my voice is still scraggly and I feel pretty blech. I'll have results soon. She also informed me that the reason she's doing a full throat culture is it's more likely as we age that if we get strep, it is not a difficult thing for us to get thrush as well...so if you have both, you can't just treat one or the other will take off like wildfire. Oh the joy.

I hope to be diagnosed and better within a few days - I have a dental appt on Weds (my last for the study I'm in), a class to teach on Thursday, a meeting on Friday, and a full weekend planned, plus another session of 1/2 day camp programs next week.

Now if only I could find a real job.

Your Quote of the Day is from a conversation with one of my campers (age 9, btw) last week:
CHRIS: And what's THAT for?!?!
ME: Well, you'll just have to be patient and wait to find out, Chris.
CHRIS: I can't wait! I can't be patient! I'm far too anxious a person for that!

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Well, a number of you have asked:

Yes, my head feels lighter and cooler. I was on the couch the other night and wndered why I felt so chilly...I no longer had a big blanket keeping all the heat in over my back (which, along with your head, is where your body disspates a great amount of heat). I'll have some pics from the front as soon as I feel more human again (more on that in a bit). It's actually cut into a slightly angled bob- longer in the front. My hair curls more toward the front, so it ends up looking even unless it's brushed and straightened out. My hairdresser is just plain old awesome. (After 40+ years, he ought to be). I suppose if I ever decided to flat iron and blow-dry and what not, I'd look mighty stylish. The cut also allows the bottom curl to face in or out, depending on how you brush it. Did I mention his awesomeness?

Anyhow, it's still long enough to pull back into a pony-tail (well, a pony-nub at least). I'm still getting used to not having it to play with - winding my hair into a coil has been a boredom habit of mine for ages, and I only notice it when I don't have enough hair to do it. But I like it - if nothing else, it makes turning my head in me sleep 20x easier. Don't have to get woken up by sleeping on it and getting caught wound around my arm... just turn over.

Now about not feeling human:
I spent this past week teaching a MadScience summer camp program, 1/2 days. My students were all awesome, but they were all 8-9 year old kids. Plus I ran a birthday party for kids the same age. Which means cooties. Which means I have a throat infection of some kind, concentrated on the right side, including swollen glands and soft-pallet, coughing that tastes like copper, a puffy tonsil, a stuffy itchy sore ringing ear, and almost no voice. Oh, and a cyclical fever that never gets too high (99.4 was the peak yesterday), but makes my eyeball feel hot and watery. My Doc's office has a weekend answering service, but will be open for calls again tomorrow at 8:15am. You can bet I will be calling for an appointment ASAP, because this is definitely an infection and not allergies. While my throat is not severely spotted, it is mottled with red and white, and I've had both strep and thrush before, and I won't go into the more disgusting details but they add up to being one of those. So joy. Luckily, my boss is understanding and found a replacement to teach my class tomorrow.
The good thing is, if I say the magic word "Strep", my docs office WILL get me in ASAP. I learned that a long time ago: You have a sore throat, you're pretty sure you're sick but not sure what it is? Tell them you are afraid you might have strep. Contagious things like that must be contained. Plus, strep left unchecked can lead to scarlet fever (which I have had and would wish on NO ONE), and can also trigger shingles (if you are an adult who had chicekn pox when you were a kid). There is your helpful hint of the day. Even if it ISN'T strep, you'll be in the office and they can diagnose what it is, instead of telling you to drink lots of OJ and chicken soup for 3 days and call them back if you still feel like ass.

Your Quote of the Day comes from my darling hubby, about a really bad movie on the SyFy channel this morning:
"The movie is definitely crappy. It's being sponsored by Fiber One."

*sigh* This is why I luuuuuuurrrrrvvveee him.

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Ladies and gentlemen, I give you before:

And, after:

Total cut off: about 16-17".
No, I did not donate it to anything/one. My hair was far too processed and damaged to be usable.

It was time.
Note: This is the shortest my hair has been since the summer of my 16th birthday.

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