Whole lot of BLAH on my end, whole lot of hurry-up-and-wait, a whole lot of cold showers courtesy of no air conditioning in my apartment (which I wouldn’t mind, if there was only a GOD DAMN CEILING FAN), a whole lot of trying to get things done, and only getting a whole lot of things partially done. C’est le vie.


FYI, Hip Obscurity’s Gender Bending Trivia & Beer Night fundraiser is this Thursday! I’m MCing the Trivia portion of the festivities (AND in my Trek tie as tradition dictates!) because if I were a contestant I’d sweep the board with my ridiculously USELESS knowledge of genderbending/trans/drag tidbits, and I really need to stop winning at these fundraisers. Those grand prizes need to go to other people, dontcha know.

Oh, and AFTER the Trivia—

District 9.

District 9.

DISTRICT 9.

MIDNIGHT SHOWING IN THE UNION SQUARE THEATER—WHO’S WITH ME???
And the Light Bulb Debacle continues! Chesterton once said a man could write extensively about the objects he found within his pockets, but that alas, the age of great epics was passed. But I think I could get a good ballad out of this light bulb nonsense though; for instance today produced this verse!:

And in that gloom of deep despair
Those 60 watts were far too bright.
40 watt bulbs could not be found;
She cursed for want of little light.


Luckily, we may be able to swing it after all with the 60W over the 40W bulbs; luckily, these reproduction bulbs are low in lumens regardless so it might be that the Powers-That-Be won’t notice…but it couldn’t be EASY, could it?

Seriously, guys. I never want to have to purchase reproduction period pieces EVER. AGAIN.

IN OTHER NEWS: I nearly ENTIRELY forgot about a play reading I got a free ticket to go see (THANK YOU WORKPLACE WHAT BE ASSOCIATED WITH NYC ARTS!! *GLOMPS!*). It’s a series of scenes from Sochocles’ Ajax and Philoctetes And before you shudder for me!: let it be known that David Strathairn of Good Night and Good Luck fame is one of the actors in the reading. Yea. It may still be all Greek to me, but I HAD TO GO.

AND…because sometimes the heavens open up and smile upon me, a poor, sinful, shameful hedonist that loves her food and beer—the theater is right around the corner from Lederhosen, a German restaurant I quite enjoy. Even though I won’t have time to go back to Brooklyn before the show, I’ve two Pratchett novels in my bag as well as my writing notebook—add Beer, sausage, and David Strathairn to the evening?

There IS a God. And even though he likes having a good laugh at my expense (Often) I think he might actually be rather fond of me after all.


EDIT: Oh, and please to be someone telling me WHY I've been having so many dreams about children...AGAIN? Seriously, since Friday days it's been the same and/or very similar dream of me running an orphanage for abandoned/abused kids, and in another one I was an aunt raising someone's baby on my own (also, in the dream I knew something god awful was going to happen to the kid as she/he grew up, but that I'd be damned if I'd let it happen without a fight). I find it disconcerting that dreams about marriage make me wake up in a cold sweat, but dreams about child-rearing don't--until I wake up and actually contemplate the implications. What does it MEAN?? That I'm afraid of commitment (...which, ok fine, I cop to that) but I don't fear responsibility?

WHAT. THE. HELL?
We’ve been trying to purchase a slew of reproduction antique style light bulbs for one of the rooms downstairs. And because anything that would make my bosses’ lives easier (and by extension mine) is considered VERBOTEN here, my department wasn’t informed that these light bulbs were needed THIS week until THIS Tuesday.

Can I has a panic, plz? YEAZ I’S CAN HAS A PANIC!!

I’ve been juggling between two vendors, and have been dancing the same old dance; this vendor has this and this but not THIS, and this vendor as all three but are out-of-stock on one style, and this one is more expensive but they would get it to us in time, and and and and!—

I just compiled all the information I’ve been able to gleam, and emailed it to MY boss so she could take it to the President so SOMEONE can give us the ok to just PICK ONE ALREADY!—

And this was how I began it.

“ Gather around all ye who hear
the tale I come to tell,
of the great light bulb debacle;
take heed and hear me well.”


Because there comes a point where the only thing that’ll make something less painful is a ballad. Or, at least, the beginning of one.


In other news, this weekend may have well been on of the greatest of my LIFE. It was so epic I’m having trouble remembering all of it. Bits and pieces keep coming back to me, each more awesome than the next. Oh, if only it had been more than a mere weekend! 

In OTHER other news…the sudden cough and fever that laid me low Sunday and Monday and got much better Tuesday…seems to be making a comeback. It does not seem to want to go quietly into that good night, but it HAS TOO BECAUSE DAMMIT I HAVE PLANS!!

That is all. Nella Out.
So—we need to get into the big safe downstairs, to access the portraits we stored in it to give them to the guys that drove all the way from Albany today just for them.

Problem One: The Head of Security is the only person with the combinations number. He keeps it in his wallet.

Problem Two: He was suppose to be in today, but called in sick—his wife was taking him to the hospital. No word as to Why, or How Serious, so naturally we’re all worried. And, since he’s at the hospital, even though he’s usually attached to his Iphone like it’s’ a parasite twin, he is incommunicado.

Problem Three: The dudes from Albany have to leave this afternoon. Early. Albany, after all, is quite a ways away.

Problem Four: Old locksmith that solved the problem before has been called; but as he didn’t save any of the info from the last time he cracked this safe, he has to start from scratch and that is going to Take Time.

CONCLUSION?
Dude, where is Lord Gloria a.k.a. Eroica when you need him!? Seriously, it’s for a series of portraits in the safe, this is right up his alley and perfect for his expertise!


In Happier News: My boss brought back salt water taffy from Atlantic City. It’s actually quite delicious.

For Something Completely Different: I just realized—I’m a newly minted 24 today, and it’s the 24th.

…I’m ACTUALLY regretting not having planned something silly and Dronish for this evening.

I MAY have to desperately try to rectify that. Hrum….




THIS JUST IN: WE HAVE THE COMBINATION! I REPEAT, WE HAVE THE COMBINATION!!...now just have to figure out how many times to turn it and in which direction. *HEAD DESK*

AND FINAL UPDATE!: Disaster Averted, the boss!boss cracked the combo, and got in. Rather anti-climatically too, might I add.

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