I found a new comic. It's pretty clever so far, with a couple weird points.
My tenure with the Ohio Light Opera is almost up; I'm coming home in a couple weeks. I've learned a lot about myself, working my ass off for the past few months, but I was so exhausted that by the time I got a full nights sleep after we started rep, I forgot it. Seriously, though, I didn't realize how much I liked to control things, and how well I didn't work with others. Maybe I just felt I had something to prove. I'm told I'm a good carpenter, which makes me feel good, but I don't want to carpent at this pace again. If I come back, it will be management, props, or perhaps even singing. I've done my last load of laundry, and hopefully my last grocery trip. We get two more days of Lowry lunches, so I've been stocking up on their cookies. After next week, we strike after the last performance of each show, then clear everything out on Sunday the 12. Special thanks the Gen Pecharka and Sarah Gollwitzer for movies, wal-mart trips, and generally preventing massive amounts of boredom.
I don't think I can afford to go to GenCon. Less for entry purposes, more for lack of money to spend there, because if I went, I'd spend a lot. Standing Stone and my new computer took a lot of my wallet, and I still need my last paycheck for books.
Next summer I might go to Alaska with Lina and Kiel. That's pretty much all I know.
Nate, I've been catching up on CoM. It's good.
I like italics.
Just be careful, okay? Because it looks like a teapot, but it’s a trap. It’s a trap!
27 July 2007
22 July 2007
Nathan's less than triumphant return to the blogosphere
So I haven't posted anything in about four months. There are several reasons for this. The main one seems to e that my life s divided into two types of time: time when I'm doing way to much and therefore have no time to blog, or time when I'm doing nothing and therefore have nothing to blog about.
Also I've been going through some things emotionally which have made a part of me want to kind of disconnect from all of you. From everyone really. But I'm over that now. It's nothing personal really. We all have our emo phases, I personally think mine corresponds directly to the length of my hair. I also kind of wanted to see how long it would take someone to notice my total lack of posting (answer: more than four months.) So, yeah, that didn't really help me get less emo. But I figure it's high time I posted anyhow.
After I gave up on getting a job, my goals this summer have become as follows:
1.Get a driver's license
2. Work out at least every other day
3. Arrange as much music as possible
4. Watch the entirety of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on DVD
Number one I have not actually managed yet, but I'm working on it. I want to wait to take it again until I'm sure I'll pass. Number two is going quite well, and I'm seeing serious improvement in my physical strength and endurance. I think I'm almost average now. I have arranged two songs, am well on my way to finishing a third, and halfway through season six of Buffy.
I've also been helping my mother sell babies on the internet. It's not going so well. At this rate I doubt we'll turn much of a profit. If any of you are in need of realistic baby dolls or no anyone who might be, please let me know.
Just be careful, okay? Because it looks like a teapot, but it’s a trap. It’s a trap!
Also I've been going through some things emotionally which have made a part of me want to kind of disconnect from all of you. From everyone really. But I'm over that now. It's nothing personal really. We all have our emo phases, I personally think mine corresponds directly to the length of my hair. I also kind of wanted to see how long it would take someone to notice my total lack of posting (answer: more than four months.) So, yeah, that didn't really help me get less emo. But I figure it's high time I posted anyhow.
After I gave up on getting a job, my goals this summer have become as follows:
1.Get a driver's license
2. Work out at least every other day
3. Arrange as much music as possible
4. Watch the entirety of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on DVD
Number one I have not actually managed yet, but I'm working on it. I want to wait to take it again until I'm sure I'll pass. Number two is going quite well, and I'm seeing serious improvement in my physical strength and endurance. I think I'm almost average now. I have arranged two songs, am well on my way to finishing a third, and halfway through season six of Buffy.
I've also been helping my mother sell babies on the internet. It's not going so well. At this rate I doubt we'll turn much of a profit. If any of you are in need of realistic baby dolls or no anyone who might be, please let me know.
Just be careful, okay? Because it looks like a teapot, but it’s a trap. It’s a trap!
11 July 2007
Wow! I was as unscrupulous an entrepeneur before I lost my memory as I am today!
I went home to turn 20, then I went to Tennessee, then I came back all too soon. My birthday was quick. Erin gave me a wooden dagger from Across the Pond. I'm pretty sure it's magic. My parents gave me a couple of comically chinese books and a card that played starwars when you opened it. I'm sure it was annoying to sign. Mary, in a distressingly adorable fashion, bought me the same thing I got for her, the Jurassic Park trilogy. I had just bought her present on amazon, and I guess she hadn't got it yet. The card I got from her also made noise. It was Michael Scott talking about reverse psychology, and it made me smile inside as only the office can. I don't know if I like being 20. It's kind of a lame age, really. I'm not a teenager, but I can't buy my own Guinness, which I have discovered is tasty. I've still got 3 bottles left from the six-pack my boss gave me for being a carpenter. Really the only basis I had for choosing it as my favorite six pack was that my dad had a bunch of t-shirts for it, and I didn't think my dad would by t-shirts that advertised a shitty beer. I had a decent time at Standing Stone. Didn't do that much at all, prepared my campaign a bit, watched some movies, boated, played some guitar, a bit of scrabble here and there and the obligatory trips to the dam and fish hatchery, followed by some actual fun at the lake. I spent a lot of my week pretty lethargically, though. I think it has something to do with having no weekends. or evenings, for that matter. I do not like being back at work. Finishing Duchess was terribly stressful, and people are getting more tense as we near another opening. I think my least favorite kind of person is the kind who thinks she is entitled to be cranky because she thinks she works more than you, or anyone else.
Happy day! Boss finally remembered to bring my Bailey's! I feel better now. I just hope I get off in time to enjoy a bit of it tonight.
Just be careful, okay? Because it looks like a teapot, but it’s a trap. It’s a trap!
Happy day! Boss finally remembered to bring my Bailey's! I feel better now. I just hope I get off in time to enjoy a bit of it tonight.
Just be careful, okay? Because it looks like a teapot, but it’s a trap. It’s a trap!
10 July 2007
Not being overburdened with subject (having nothing at all to say) I shall have no check to my Genius from beginning to end.
I greet you all on the eve of the Potterdämmerung.
I thought I'd do a post since I've actually gone out and done a couple of things recently, though none of them terribly interesting.
I went bathing suit shopping with my mom, and after going to some six or seven stores I discovered beyond a reasonable doubt that modesty does not exist in the juniors department. I didn't want a bikini, and so I came back with nothing. And my mom and I both hate to shop, so this majorly sucked.
On Saturday I was forced to go outside. Whether I liked it or not, I had been informed, I was going to my aunt's pool and I was going to sit out and I was going to get some sun. So I did. It wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. I had sunglasses and plenty of reading material, which helped. I came away with no real visible change to my complexion except that my right arm, a spot on my left shoulder, and my right knee are sunburned. I did get a little sun, so for a few days I was probably not quie so luminous as usual, but since the burn on my arm has now faded to a tan, I'm guessing that all of that is gone now and I am as uniformly pale as ever.
On Sunday I went to a cousin's birthday party, which sucked more than usual. My recently divorced cousin Leslie brought her new boyfriend, and Kristen also brought her new boyfriend, and so I had no one to talk to and I was bored out of my mind. I actually went to the van, got out my book, and sat out on the porch and read it. I'm not usually driven to these lengths of rudeness.
Yesterday I had a dentist appointment and survived it. I always doubt whether I will come out of the dentist with all of my teeth intact (I'm always afraid that they will accidentally pull some of my teeth out, because my teeth are not strictly the most stable teeth in the world; they hate me), but I have done so once again and don't have to worry about it anymore for six months. Huzzah!
I have found out that my Harry Potter recaps will not be in the Star, but they will be online, though they do not appear to be there yet. And suddenly I am getting paid for them, which I was not expecting and which kind of makes up for the fact that I won't see them in print.
Today is Whitney's birthday, so I'm going over to her house later. I'm desperately trying to finish a chapter of Pemberley to be a makeshift birthday present; I won't jinx it by expressing any hopes.
(ETA: I AM THE CHAMPION OF THE WOOOORRRRLLLLD!)
Also, I have been reading Jane Austen's Letters, and it has affected my prose style, I'm discovering. Can you tell? I can.
Just be careful, okay? Because it looks like a teapot, but it’s a trap. It’s a trap!
I thought I'd do a post since I've actually gone out and done a couple of things recently, though none of them terribly interesting.
I went bathing suit shopping with my mom, and after going to some six or seven stores I discovered beyond a reasonable doubt that modesty does not exist in the juniors department. I didn't want a bikini, and so I came back with nothing. And my mom and I both hate to shop, so this majorly sucked.
On Saturday I was forced to go outside. Whether I liked it or not, I had been informed, I was going to my aunt's pool and I was going to sit out and I was going to get some sun. So I did. It wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. I had sunglasses and plenty of reading material, which helped. I came away with no real visible change to my complexion except that my right arm, a spot on my left shoulder, and my right knee are sunburned. I did get a little sun, so for a few days I was probably not quie so luminous as usual, but since the burn on my arm has now faded to a tan, I'm guessing that all of that is gone now and I am as uniformly pale as ever.
On Sunday I went to a cousin's birthday party, which sucked more than usual. My recently divorced cousin Leslie brought her new boyfriend, and Kristen also brought her new boyfriend, and so I had no one to talk to and I was bored out of my mind. I actually went to the van, got out my book, and sat out on the porch and read it. I'm not usually driven to these lengths of rudeness.
Yesterday I had a dentist appointment and survived it. I always doubt whether I will come out of the dentist with all of my teeth intact (I'm always afraid that they will accidentally pull some of my teeth out, because my teeth are not strictly the most stable teeth in the world; they hate me), but I have done so once again and don't have to worry about it anymore for six months. Huzzah!
I have found out that my Harry Potter recaps will not be in the Star, but they will be online, though they do not appear to be there yet. And suddenly I am getting paid for them, which I was not expecting and which kind of makes up for the fact that I won't see them in print.
Today is Whitney's birthday, so I'm going over to her house later. I'm desperately trying to finish a chapter of Pemberley to be a makeshift birthday present; I won't jinx it by expressing any hopes.
(ETA: I AM THE CHAMPION OF THE WOOOORRRRLLLLD!)
Also, I have been reading Jane Austen's Letters, and it has affected my prose style, I'm discovering. Can you tell? I can.
Just be careful, okay? Because it looks like a teapot, but it’s a trap. It’s a trap!
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