This and that
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feliciakwAs is probably evident, I haven't felt much like writing the past few days. There's been good and there's been frustrating, and I'm on that med cycle again that knocks me into a coma on a daily basis.
On the frustrating side of things, the theater group Geo and I are trying to help get started is dwindling down to nothing. I won't bore you with my tale of woe and how freakin' much I miss the PAC, but there is no community theater within an hour radius of us, and no one who seems inclined to fully commit to the creation of such. Don't get me wrong, the people who do want to get this group started simply can't commit to it right now, but it's still extremely frustrating, and understanding why they can't doesn't get things done.
Then there's my part-time office job, where I sit alone in a deteriorating office most days, doing busywork or surfing the 'Net. Even fanfic isn't cutting it anymore. I crave to be back in a working theater, giving house instructions to the volunteers before announcing that "The house is open!", juggling radios to the tech guys and cops and physical plant peeps. Clocking miles of walking from the auditorium to the offices to the balcony and back. Greeting people and wishing them that they enjoy the show. Fussing with the physical plant peeps and the cops that the stragglers won't leave and we all want to go home, for crying out loud.
Man, I miss the PAC.
Not to mention having ample opportunity to audition for shows. True, I had to limit my participation to one show a year, because I could either be in the show or get paid to work the show, but still. One show a year is fantastic, especially when I can see the rest of them, too. And get paid for it.
I took a 3-4 hour coma yesterday, the kind of hard nap you wake up from feeling tired rather than refreshed.
I also need to stop reading user comments on news stories. Occasionally there will be a bit of insight here or there, but for the most part, the name-calling and the hate-mongering (from both sides of an issue) is a soul crushing. If I only had the news websites to go by (and all news sites trade in sensationalism, because "if it bleeds, it leads"), it would be easy to believe that no one cares about anyone anymore, and people have been reduced to their political affiliation/special interest/side of the aisle they fall on. People don't seem to be people anymore; we've reduced each other to nothing more than configurations of pixels on a computer screen.
We've had an interim-interim minister at church the past several weeks as we transition from the interim pastor to hiring a permanent one. The man who's been filling in during these final weeks has been excellent. A few weeks ago, he gave one of the best sermons I've heard in recent memory. It was on kindness, and the text was a verse from I Corinthians 13 ("the love chapter," that reads "Love is patient, love is kind . . .") and Luke 8:40-56 (the healing of the sick woman and the raising of Jairus' daughter). I have several times wanted to post the outline and my notes because it was so freakin' good. I still might. This particular pastor clearly has a passion for people, a refreshing and encouraging change from the above-mentioned anonymous internet user comments. I rather wish this guy could be our new permanent pastor, but I'm confident that we'll get the person intended to lead our congregation for the foreseeable future.
I've been making a conscious effort to get my 8 glasses of water in each day, and it does seem to be helping my overall complexion. With the exception of the random inflammation on the apple of my left cheek. I'm hoping it will clear itself up in a few days, as I really like not having to take the meds upon which I cannot facilitate potential bebe-making. (Which is a different issue that goes in the first section. But I won't backtrack.)
We had friends over for a grill-out and game night on Saturday, so that was fun.
And I'm reading Jim Beaver's Life's That Way. Memoirs aren't usually my thing, but this is a good read, and I kind of wish I'd had it available when Aunt J2 was having her cancer issues. Alas, hindsight, and all of that.
I watched "Lucifer Rising" several days ago. I don't really have much to add to what I said last year. I still find the whole "it had to be Sam" and Sam's destiny malarky rather silly and forced. By Ruby's own words, it was Sam's choices that got him where he ended up. Had he made different choices, certain things would have turned out different. If they'd killed Lilith sooner, for example, she wouldn't have been the last seal. If Sam hadn't chosen Ruby over Dean, Sam and Dean could have gone after Lilith together, on their own terms. Etc., etc. It only "had to be Sam" in that Ruby knew that Sam would make the choices she needed him to make to put him in the right (wrong) place at the right (wrong) time.
I really want to put together a possible fic of how I might imagine Sam coming back into the picture. I think Musey is struggling with it because she knows that that ship has already sailed as far as production goes, and in this instance, she doesn't want to second-guess Show. Still, I want to write something. But the words, they do not come.
On the frustrating side of things, the theater group Geo and I are trying to help get started is dwindling down to nothing. I won't bore you with my tale of woe and how freakin' much I miss the PAC, but there is no community theater within an hour radius of us, and no one who seems inclined to fully commit to the creation of such. Don't get me wrong, the people who do want to get this group started simply can't commit to it right now, but it's still extremely frustrating, and understanding why they can't doesn't get things done.
Then there's my part-time office job, where I sit alone in a deteriorating office most days, doing busywork or surfing the 'Net. Even fanfic isn't cutting it anymore. I crave to be back in a working theater, giving house instructions to the volunteers before announcing that "The house is open!", juggling radios to the tech guys and cops and physical plant peeps. Clocking miles of walking from the auditorium to the offices to the balcony and back. Greeting people and wishing them that they enjoy the show. Fussing with the physical plant peeps and the cops that the stragglers won't leave and we all want to go home, for crying out loud.
Man, I miss the PAC.
Not to mention having ample opportunity to audition for shows. True, I had to limit my participation to one show a year, because I could either be in the show or get paid to work the show, but still. One show a year is fantastic, especially when I can see the rest of them, too. And get paid for it.
I took a 3-4 hour coma yesterday, the kind of hard nap you wake up from feeling tired rather than refreshed.
I also need to stop reading user comments on news stories. Occasionally there will be a bit of insight here or there, but for the most part, the name-calling and the hate-mongering (from both sides of an issue) is a soul crushing. If I only had the news websites to go by (and all news sites trade in sensationalism, because "if it bleeds, it leads"), it would be easy to believe that no one cares about anyone anymore, and people have been reduced to their political affiliation/special interest/side of the aisle they fall on. People don't seem to be people anymore; we've reduced each other to nothing more than configurations of pixels on a computer screen.
We've had an interim-interim minister at church the past several weeks as we transition from the interim pastor to hiring a permanent one. The man who's been filling in during these final weeks has been excellent. A few weeks ago, he gave one of the best sermons I've heard in recent memory. It was on kindness, and the text was a verse from I Corinthians 13 ("the love chapter," that reads "Love is patient, love is kind . . .") and Luke 8:40-56 (the healing of the sick woman and the raising of Jairus' daughter). I have several times wanted to post the outline and my notes because it was so freakin' good. I still might. This particular pastor clearly has a passion for people, a refreshing and encouraging change from the above-mentioned anonymous internet user comments. I rather wish this guy could be our new permanent pastor, but I'm confident that we'll get the person intended to lead our congregation for the foreseeable future.
I've been making a conscious effort to get my 8 glasses of water in each day, and it does seem to be helping my overall complexion. With the exception of the random inflammation on the apple of my left cheek. I'm hoping it will clear itself up in a few days, as I really like not having to take the meds upon which I cannot facilitate potential bebe-making. (Which is a different issue that goes in the first section. But I won't backtrack.)
We had friends over for a grill-out and game night on Saturday, so that was fun.
And I'm reading Jim Beaver's Life's That Way. Memoirs aren't usually my thing, but this is a good read, and I kind of wish I'd had it available when Aunt J2 was having her cancer issues. Alas, hindsight, and all of that.
I watched "Lucifer Rising" several days ago. I don't really have much to add to what I said last year. I still find the whole "it had to be Sam" and Sam's destiny malarky rather silly and forced. By Ruby's own words, it was Sam's choices that got him where he ended up. Had he made different choices, certain things would have turned out different. If they'd killed Lilith sooner, for example, she wouldn't have been the last seal. If Sam hadn't chosen Ruby over Dean, Sam and Dean could have gone after Lilith together, on their own terms. Etc., etc. It only "had to be Sam" in that Ruby knew that Sam would make the choices she needed him to make to put him in the right (wrong) place at the right (wrong) time.
I really want to put together a possible fic of how I might imagine Sam coming back into the picture. I think Musey is struggling with it because she knows that that ship has already sailed as far as production goes, and in this instance, she doesn't want to second-guess Show. Still, I want to write something. But the words, they do not come.
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Date: 2010-08-24 02:38 am (UTC)I had to stop reading the comments on the news too. I can't call myself a patriot anymore - not and still be a Christian.
There's been so much in the last two seasons that have left me discouraged with Kripke's vision.
Say, did you see where Kevin Sorbo's coming back to television? He's going to play a former action hero *cough* recruited to battle the monsters from the legends of Hercules by a young fan.
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Date: 2010-08-24 01:35 pm (UTC)I'm not sure why, but that terrifies me a little!
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Date: 2010-08-24 05:30 pm (UTC)I also wouldn't be surprised if they were already in talks about arranging a guest appearance for Michael. *nods*
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Date: 2010-08-24 02:54 am (UTC)But you should have told me you was feeling bluesy when we talked on the phone. I is good with the listening :-)!
Anyway, I will talk to you more later. Maybe we can get together this weekend. If not- a weekend soon! Maybe you and Geo can come down this way sometime and we can hit the Japanese place! Nothing puts a smile on your face like having a guy juggle eggs for you before he cooks 'em on the grill! :-)
*HUGS!*
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Date: 2010-08-24 05:34 pm (UTC)It's not all gloom and doom, just frustration about feeling stuck, with no indication of progress in the foreseeable future. You know, the "why am I here?" and "what am I doing with my life?" kind of questions.
Give me a heads-up when your calendar becomes a little more open. As it is, I'm home from work today because the current cycle of meds pretty much knocked me off my feet. I called in and told my boss I'd be a couple hours late, then promptly fell back asleep. Woke up in time to call and tell her I was being a bit optimistic with my earlier call.
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Date: 2010-08-24 06:08 pm (UTC)Had to go look at my own happy list from yesterday just to keep myself going... but still would rather be at home in bed surrounded by kitties.
Did do a little math around the bank account and decided I could plunk down a wee bit of cash towards "Misha's Run" (a flat rate. I wouldn't dare pledge per kilo- who knows how far that man'll run... esp. if he imagines all the fangirls after him!)
I don't think I've ever donated to a charity via a celeb endorsement before... But I just totally believe in what he's doing! So YAY Misha and in saying all that, the day's actually looking a little bit brighter.
Headache still threatens to become full blown, sadly. :-(!