That's really all I've got to say on the matter. In other news, I did manage to get some kickass green streaks in my hair, thanks to a good friend who is skilled in the ways of doing kickass things.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Happy Saint Patrick's Day
My family, on my mother's side, has not been in the US for that long a time, historically speaking. The genealogy that has been done so far traces our personal history back to a Nathaniel Irwin, born 1778 in Ireland, died 1869 in Ohio. We might not have all the info on all of Nathaniel's descendants, but one of his postulated sons, Stewart Irwin, born 1812 in Tyrone County, Ireland, is my direct ancestor. We don't have records of exactly when Stewart came to the US (the notation I have is only that he came through New York), but we know that his wife, Sarah Richey, who was also born in Tyrone County, came to the US through Philadelphia in May of 1848.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
An Imperfect System
Me: Xbox!
Xbox Kinect: * "ready" chime*
Me: Fuck you!
Xbox Kinect: * "sorry, what?" chime*
Nick: There really need to be an Easter Egg for that kind of command.
Also, in case anyone is wondering, it's 5:30 pm and I've accomplished everything from the agenda I posted last night. So I can get away with hurling maledictions at my game systems with impunity. Until The Revolution comes, of course.
Xbox Kinect: * "ready" chime*
Me: Fuck you!
Xbox Kinect: * "sorry, what?" chime*
Nick: There really need to be an Easter Egg for that kind of command.
Also, in case anyone is wondering, it's 5:30 pm and I've accomplished everything from the agenda I posted last night. So I can get away with hurling maledictions at my game systems with impunity. Until The Revolution comes, of course.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
GSD Mode
Alllllll the way back in December, I was cast in a small role in the local community theatre's production of No Sex Please, We're British. The show closed on Sunday, which means that pretty much all of my time has been taken up at work, and the show, with a few opportunities to socialize, run small errands and, from time to time, sleep.
I've been so burned out, trying to keep all this up, that I've noticed things at work being more difficult for me than they ought to be. And, since I have a decent job that gives me both vacation pay and personal time off, and a fair amount of both for having been there less than a year, it occurred to me that using some of that PTO would be wise.
I was torn, though, because my team at work won a small competition and earned a free lunch for today. I thought that maybe taking just tomorrow off wouldn't be so bad, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted two full days off. I was ready for another weekend, and it was only Monday. So I just sucked it up, got today off, and tomorrow, to recharge my batteries.
It was a fantastic decision on my part. I slept in a few hours this morning, but when I rolled out of bed, I entered Get Shit Done Mode, and I feel outstanding.
My bathroom: cleaned. It needed it badly. My bathtub had accumulated two weeks' worth of heavy makeup for two and was especially disgusting. It took 3 rounds of scrubbing to get rid of it all.
My whole apartment: vacuumed. Two rambunctious kitties ensured that there was plenty to vacuum up, too. There are some patches of carpet that need to be hit with the Folex, or the noisy-ass carpet cleaner, but there's a distinct improvement.
My coffee and end tables: cleared of all errata. This is an especially rare occurrence, as these surfaces are our catch-all for all the things.
Green hair color: acquired. I had to do something for myself, just for the sake of it, and now that I'm not in a show anymore, I can do whatever the fuck I want to my hair again, and I want some damn green streaks. If I'm lucky I'll be able to get it done by St. Patty's Day (how cute is that?), but I need to track down some bleach. That's probably on tomorrow's agenda.
And speaking of tomorrow's agenda, here's what I'm hoping to accomplish:
I've been so burned out, trying to keep all this up, that I've noticed things at work being more difficult for me than they ought to be. And, since I have a decent job that gives me both vacation pay and personal time off, and a fair amount of both for having been there less than a year, it occurred to me that using some of that PTO would be wise.
I was torn, though, because my team at work won a small competition and earned a free lunch for today. I thought that maybe taking just tomorrow off wouldn't be so bad, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted two full days off. I was ready for another weekend, and it was only Monday. So I just sucked it up, got today off, and tomorrow, to recharge my batteries.
It was a fantastic decision on my part. I slept in a few hours this morning, but when I rolled out of bed, I entered Get Shit Done Mode, and I feel outstanding.
My bathroom: cleaned. It needed it badly. My bathtub had accumulated two weeks' worth of heavy makeup for two and was especially disgusting. It took 3 rounds of scrubbing to get rid of it all.
My whole apartment: vacuumed. Two rambunctious kitties ensured that there was plenty to vacuum up, too. There are some patches of carpet that need to be hit with the Folex, or the noisy-ass carpet cleaner, but there's a distinct improvement.
My coffee and end tables: cleared of all errata. This is an especially rare occurrence, as these surfaces are our catch-all for all the things.
Green hair color: acquired. I had to do something for myself, just for the sake of it, and now that I'm not in a show anymore, I can do whatever the fuck I want to my hair again, and I want some damn green streaks. If I'm lucky I'll be able to get it done by St. Patty's Day (how cute is that?), but I need to track down some bleach. That's probably on tomorrow's agenda.
And speaking of tomorrow's agenda, here's what I'm hoping to accomplish:
- Laundry
- Bake apple pie for Friday's cast party
- Bake wild berry pie for Friday's cast party
- Track down hair bleach
- Clear kitchen bar-top of errata (another catch-all area)
- Hang more art
No matter what gets done tomorrow, I'm already feeling so much better. There's something about GSD Mode that is just plain satisfying. You'd think the best way to recharge my batteries would be to relax, do nothing, pamper myself... but it turns out all I really need to do is GET SHIT DONE.
Fuck yeah!
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