I'm still here. I'm still alive. Tho' the people I work for are beginning to suggest that I'm going to have to take a vacation before too long. Fortunately, I've scheduled some time off for myself in a few weeks. We'll see how that goes.
I'm still looking for an apartment. I haven't heard back from that place in Reston I really want (aside from the fact that it's in Reston), but I just heard about some other place, where some friends of friends have just moved to, also in Reston, and it sounds pretty sweet. In this particular community, they found a 3-bedroom, 2-bath place for $1300, and that includes all utilities except water. That's astounding, considering the place I just left (2-bedroom, 1-bath, 3rd floor walk-up) is now going for $1500, and that's average for the area. So I could easily get into a one-bedroom situation for under $1K. Or at least, that's what seems logical to me. now if I could only get up there when their office is open.
The Fairfax Fair was cool once again. I really enjoy doing this show. The bank is pretty good, and for most of the fair, you wander around eating chicken on a stick and watching the Gin Blossoms and Sister Hazel. Well, there is that aspect of grueling work in 90-degree sunlight, but it's a small tradeoff. At least my scalp didn't get burnt crispy this year.
I don't know what this says about me, but this Salon article speaks to me in a deep and meaningful way. It's not an excuse, simply some truthful observation.
I finally fixed the problem my Palm was having with the Crossword Puzzle conduit, so I'm finally downloading puzzles daily again (after running out of them back in March, after I got my new machine here at work, aka the only place my cradle will work). That may sound lame to you, but I love it, so eat me.
Speaking of eating, a mean satire on anorexia and bulimia is opening this weekend in DC. Cherry Red closes season #7 with Schoolgirl Figure, a script that has just been optioned by HBO, so we're the last theatre company (only the second nationwide, after Goodman) that will produce this play for a while. The playwright's rumored to be planning an appearance at our production soon, but I've heard that one before.
There are so many CDs I want to buy right now, but I'm trying to save up for either a laptop or a phat PDA with all the bells & whistles. I'm not due for a new PDA (I'm on my second, and I have to assume, based on experience, that I still have 20-22 months of life left on this one) right now, but my Mac is going to be six years old in October, and it's starting to feel like a six-year old computer. Plus, those Titanium Powerbooks are fucklin' sweet. But I've got a hankerin' for some Jimi, some Ella, some Frank... what's a body to do?
Oh, by the way: You Need To See This.
I think that's all.
Nope, wait... I lied.
Two things I would do if I were rich enough to be insane:
1) Get the Gorbachev splotch tattooed on my forehead.
2) Get plastic surgery to make me look like a Down's sufferer.
If you laughed at that, you need to be on my friends list.
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