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Jun. 13th, 2005 11:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oakenguyMy boss walked in with a CD, said "This will cheer you up", handed it to me and left.
I am now listening to William Shatner rock out.
I like my job.
The weekend is over! The 3-hour gig, the 5 1/2-hour gig, the 3-hour gig and the 6-hour gig, done, DONE! I've got sunburn, 14 new mosquito bites, several hundred new miles on my odometer, the business card of a reptile trainer/pagan minister/drag king who sells cute stuffed dragons, and baby drool on my jester hat. My accordion and a juggling ball are still up at Newburyport. Along with, apparently, part of my sanity, because I wanna do it all again.
(At the same time, though, on the drive home last night I was having fantasies about washing dishes, or doing laundry, or just sitting on the couch with the fan blowing on me.)
One nice thing about having four gigs so close together is that it's like being given 12 strikes to hit the ball. I was grateful for the Sunday morning show, because if I hadn't had it, I might've spent my time obsessing about things that'd gone wrong Saturday. (And how much of that had really gone wrong, and how much was just my lack of sleep making me think bad things, I'm truly not equipped to say. If idle hands are the Devil's playground, sometimes my idle mind is the Devil's 13-year-old retreating to the bedroom convinced that they're the ugliest child who's ever gone to junior high ever ever ever).
Speaking of children (ooo, nice segue), when my elementary school's PTA wanted to raise money? They had a bake sale. Were there jousters? Gypsy dancers?Sword lessons? Ear candling?? We were lucky if they had ginger cookies! If you'd gone up to the Dover-Foxcroft, ME principal and offered to have an ear candling tent, you might've been arrested (after you explained what it was). So performing at this school's Faire was partly an anthropological excursion into very unfamiliar terrain.
Some things are universal, though. Like what happened during the Human Chess Match. The poor organizer thought it would be fun if it was a) an actual chess match, with moves mirroring what two adults did on the sidelines; b) all the pieces were 13 or younger, with the adults watching on the sides (or wandering off happily), and c), and this was the kicker, if each piece was given A FOUR-FOOT INFLATED RUBBER SWORD. Which they were told not to use, until their piece was moved.
Riiiiiiiiiiight. That lasted ten seconds, and then the mayhem, oh the mayhem. It was as if someone had rolled a Sam Adams into Sigma Nu during pledge week. It was like George Lucas had wandered into the San Diego Comicon lobby wearing a 'Give Me Advice About How to Make My TV Show' t-shirt. Utter madness.
I am now listening to William Shatner rock out.
I like my job.
The weekend is over! The 3-hour gig, the 5 1/2-hour gig, the 3-hour gig and the 6-hour gig, done, DONE! I've got sunburn, 14 new mosquito bites, several hundred new miles on my odometer, the business card of a reptile trainer/pagan minister/drag king who sells cute stuffed dragons, and baby drool on my jester hat. My accordion and a juggling ball are still up at Newburyport. Along with, apparently, part of my sanity, because I wanna do it all again.
(At the same time, though, on the drive home last night I was having fantasies about washing dishes, or doing laundry, or just sitting on the couch with the fan blowing on me.)
One nice thing about having four gigs so close together is that it's like being given 12 strikes to hit the ball. I was grateful for the Sunday morning show, because if I hadn't had it, I might've spent my time obsessing about things that'd gone wrong Saturday. (And how much of that had really gone wrong, and how much was just my lack of sleep making me think bad things, I'm truly not equipped to say. If idle hands are the Devil's playground, sometimes my idle mind is the Devil's 13-year-old retreating to the bedroom convinced that they're the ugliest child who's ever gone to junior high ever ever ever).
Speaking of children (ooo, nice segue), when my elementary school's PTA wanted to raise money? They had a bake sale. Were there jousters? Gypsy dancers?Sword lessons? Ear candling?? We were lucky if they had ginger cookies! If you'd gone up to the Dover-Foxcroft, ME principal and offered to have an ear candling tent, you might've been arrested (after you explained what it was). So performing at this school's Faire was partly an anthropological excursion into very unfamiliar terrain.
Some things are universal, though. Like what happened during the Human Chess Match. The poor organizer thought it would be fun if it was a) an actual chess match, with moves mirroring what two adults did on the sidelines; b) all the pieces were 13 or younger, with the adults watching on the sides (or wandering off happily), and c), and this was the kicker, if each piece was given A FOUR-FOOT INFLATED RUBBER SWORD. Which they were told not to use, until their piece was moved.
Riiiiiiiiiiight. That lasted ten seconds, and then the mayhem, oh the mayhem. It was as if someone had rolled a Sam Adams into Sigma Nu during pledge week. It was like George Lucas had wandered into the San Diego Comicon lobby wearing a 'Give Me Advice About How to Make My TV Show' t-shirt. Utter madness.
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Date: 2005-06-13 04:50 pm (UTC)You're not serious. Are you?
Damn...
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Date: 2005-06-13 05:18 pm (UTC)Elementary School
Date: 2005-06-13 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-13 05:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-13 05:26 pm (UTC)(Heh. I can picture your 'dubious face' as you read that.)
The Straight Dope, bless their hearts, experimented with this a few years ago: http://www.straightdope.com/classics/a5_098.html
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Date: 2005-06-13 05:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-13 05:45 pm (UTC)I LOVE IT. It was in my MP3 player recently, and I had it on randomly while driving around with my roommates.
At a quiet moment...
Roommate: "Huh. Who is this?"
Me: "William Shatner. He's got a new album out."
Roommate: "...huh. When'd he learn to act?"
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Date: 2005-06-13 11:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-13 11:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 01:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-13 07:53 pm (UTC)And ear candeling scared me.
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Date: 2005-06-13 11:42 pm (UTC)