Also, regular Wednesday rounds at the Green Muse this week. It oughta be great!

Hey! 43 Weeks! At least one a week! Hey, yeah!

What am I gonna write about? I got something for tomorrow, but what about the month of November?
Ahh, well. It'll come.

OK! Opening weekend happened! Yeah! Um.
We were the predicted 95% technically. Everybody did what they were supposed to. One mic that was supposed to feed back for a moment didn't, but we covered well and nobody knew it was supposed to. It's a good show, if a tad on the long side.
A friend put her finger on the problem I'm having with the show: It needs to end before the finale thingy. There's a monolog, a dialog and another monolog that could be cut, leaving in a great ending dialog (by our fearless director) as a finishing thing. Yeah. There's a bit that I find frankly a little boring, but it's a great show. Now you know.
I am tired.
I helped my friend Dana, who's getting married tomorrow (today. Ick) with a project she's got. She offered to help type out a term paper (for money). I had time, so I did a whole frikkin lot of the typing, but she offered to split the money with me.
This is no way to earn a buck. Maybe it's just the paper (27 pages of ALL CAPS is hard to read, much less hard to type), but my eyes hurt. My back hurts. My arms hurt. My everything is pretty much hurting. I have to drive to Waco tomorrow. I'd grumble, but what's the damn point.
I've signed up for NaNoWriMo again. I just keep getting closer to that goal. maybe this year. I can write a novel and find a job, all in the same month. Hey! Yeah!
I'm so tired and so excited about life.

OK! Whoo! Yeah!
Opening night happened... um.
*nothing here will ruin the show for you*
Here's what I got: technically, it was about an 80-out-of-100. Tomorrow will be a good, solid 95. For anybody unfamiliar with theater, a 95's as good as 100 for an audience watching for the first time. There was one glaring level problem which I fixed by simply being really damn good at my job; there was one weird feedback problem, which I fixed while doing voice acting work; there was one tiny niggling sound-quality problem which I can guarantee you nobody in the audience noticed (because it had no effect on them, other than to make the feedback thing a little worse, which they wouldn't have noticed particularly since one second of feedback is still one second of feedback, even it it's got a funny little echo on it).
It's really a good production. It's funny how you can miss that kind of little detail when you're, you know, so close to it. We had a genuinely good time putting it on.
I found out today, though, that tryouts for the next show are next Saturday before the performance. It's the Christmas show. It sounds like it'll be at least fun to do. I need to write up my commercial idea...

And, I didn't even have to use my A.K.
What can I say?

Wow! Today was a good day!
The open mic was good: A couple who used to run an open mic at which Flash & I started were there and I didn't let their constant stream of crap bother me. It was fun! They kept kvetching and I kept smiling! Even through a terrible filk! W007!
And then, on top of it all, I got paid! Sure, it's only a stipend (like money, but so little of it they have to have a different name), but the point is, I'm a professional music... organizer.. thingy now!
And, to make things even more so, Adam and Dana are getting married this Sunday by a person whom several of us know and some of us even love! How 'bout them apples.
(Oh: I don't mean me, BTW. I can't legally perform marriages, as I'm not a minister, hint hint)
(and if the hint didn't take, Sherbie, call Meeker 'cuz she'll be in town this weekend to perform an arriage-may for some utual-may iends-fray, nudge nudge)
So, all in all, not a bad day. If I'd found a job, I'd be a proverbial pig in proverbial "mud-by-which-I-mean-shit." Now, where's that pesky portfolio of mine? I heard the Statesman is hiring editors...

I'm just getting tired. I've only been looking proper for like two weeks, and I'm already tired. I don't know. Maybe I need to, like, drink coffee or something. I guess it would help if I hadn't quit smoking the same time I got really intense about getting a new job. Oh well. One day I'll have to look at that schedule.
Also guitar madness. Whee!

Man. Zim is just a hell of a cool thing. There is no way it could have been other than short-lived. I'm just shocked it takes six discs to fit 'em all. There were 27 episodes made. I'm just so absolutely shocked there were more than 5, having seen them. 'N stuff.

Looking for work is both fun and not. I'm not going through anything anybody else hasn't but it's interesting just the same. It's easier, as Toshi & October are doing the same, and we can sort of feed off the energy of the group. I think it was harder two and a half years ago when I wound up at BP, if only because it was just me looking.
So, yeah. jobs -n- stuff.
I'll write if I get work. And remember to hang by my thumbs.

The band has been playing at Green Muse (just west of the corner of South First and Oltorf, next to the moneylender, where the old 503 used to be) on Wednesdays. We've had the open mic turned over to us. They trust us with this, and if this week is any kind of representation, they trust us rightly. We're getting, ugh, good at this.
Now I need a job...

Changing the subject, the George Carlin collection, the Little David Years 1971-1977, outside of having seven albums of George Carlin, has record sleeves on the CDs. The discs are pretty much exact replicas of the old albums. And that may be the coolest thing about this. Somebody realized that when you bother to buy a collection of albums that you could have got on CD transfer, what you want is the feel of the old records with the reliability and ease of use of a CD.
Keen.

It's like breathing again for the first time in a month. Ahhhhhhh. Try it. Try not breathing for a month. I dare ya'. See how good it feels to take in that first little puff of air. It feels good. So shut up.