oh hey, so i've been listening to sammus (v much recommend) since i got one of her cds in a don giovanni grab bag last month, only just thought to wiki search her, and her brother is disashi from gch??? what a wildly cool & talented family

you shouldn't be allowed to say you're doing a 75th anniversary special edition of a book if you're not going to bother to get someone cool to write an intro

we are looking at new apartments for the first time since 2020 -- friends, i don't know that i've lived in one place so long in my life (there is one childhood period that might equal it, but it was a winter rental so does it really count if you'd move out for three months of every year?)

i fuckin love archy and mehitabel

spent an embarassingly long time today trying to suss out whether two musicians who were in three bands in a row together, one just straight-up as a duo, had a professional/musical/friend breakup, or whether one just really had a hankering to do some solo stuff the last few years

what do you mean i have to do a whole workday before i flee the state tonight?

first in-the-90s day in my area and my toxic trait is that i find this kind of weather pleasant for weeks or even months before i really start to get sick of it. midday showers and laying out in front of a fan to read while drying off? luxury. twilight walks as the air starts to cool? fabulous.

popular depictions of the children of disabled people being horrified and traumatized by the concept of disability are OUT, popular depictions of the children of disabled people accepting disability as a normal state of being are IN

i signed up to volunteer at [local theater festival] tonight, which will be great! good enrichment and good connections and good community involvement, but also the volunteer shifts are FIVE HOURS, and i am so tired.

now that my job has decided to hire me for real, at least for a year, i decided to catch up on all my long-deferred medical stuff, and, uh, turns out that maybe part of the reason i'm tired all the time is i am just VERY iron deficient. like, a lot. somebody get this girl a steak stat, etc.

met with a friend-of-a-friend director who had a) some good script advice and b) a suggestion of someone else to meet with/talk to! i think this is actually progress, though it feels incremental and effortful in the moment

the warm glow of "got a good grade in getting a physical" when the nurse practitioner tells me i've lead an interesting life on my way out the door

one of those horrible,embarrassing too-cold cloudy days where the sun starts to shine through for a moment and i can feel any warmth or enthusiasm for life coming back, and then the wind changes just a little and i can feel my entire brain slam shut down again

community radio dj sign-off today: "i want you to be kind to yourself, i want you to be kind to others. be kind to animals. listen to a lot of music, music makes everything better"

the problem w/ the most recent assigned-hated-reading skeet is that i am not a real hater, i am all about seeing the value in books i don't enjoy. that said, i am not a big fan of the tempest. reclaim it all you want, there's too much divine right of kings/solitary genius creator in that soup for me

still thinking about my dad when i put on mott the hoople a while back saying, this would be really good for if you can't afford to license a bowie song to put in your movie

the play thing was wonderful! waiting to start trying to send it out for realsies until i hear back from this one local theater residency i applied to, which means i actually have a minute to sit back, relax, and get back to the important work of watching all the dvd special features of Haven (2010)

second run and reparatory movie theater with obscure, letterboxd-style series themes

bureau.

PLAY. (scrèm)

got press-ganged into offering refreshments at a work event and gosh, people were SO EXCITED to be offered lukewarm coffee and grocery store cookies, it's almost enough to stop me resenting getting pressured into it

daily affirmation: you are quirky and interesting and NOT a disaster and nobody is going to notice your mismatched socks.

staged reading sunday! i just took my jankety typewriter-chic program to the print shop to make copies and the copy shop guy looked at it like it was a dead fish.

Just go ahead and make a thing. Even though you have no idea what you're doing. That's the whole point of all of it

video camera and editing software, just make a ton of self-indulgent, copyright-violating emotions-based experimental half-documentary video essays to teach myself video editing

i'm getting the feeling that this weekend is one of those ones where anything that can happen, will happen. there's a thing, right, about a bad dress rehearsal making a good show? there had better be, because i am beginning to believe that i'm cursed this weekend.

the best thing about my job is sometimes i need a moment of quiet, and i can take it by standing in Big, Empty Theater

today's scheduled freakout was fully staged reading-related (no one will come; everyone who does come will think it's overwritten and Bad; the actors will regret getting involved; &c) but then my grandmother had a surprise hip replacement surgery, so now the freakout is, uh, MORE DIVERSE.

it's better than that, actually; jack had such an ego on him that he kept getting kicked out of bands so meg was like, SIGH, SURE, i will learn to play the drums so that i, your wife, can be the band that never leaves you. and then they got a divorce.

just had a really good rehearsal for my staged reading -- my cast are so cool! and to hear them working with my writing??? it's pretty much mind-blowing, i don't know how i'll go back to straight prose, this is intoxicating

not for my birthday qua my birthday, but i do tend to start getting itchy feet around that time of year, and more often than not i wind up scheduling my visit to my west coast family in the neighborhood of my birthday

On the one hand World Bad but on the other hand the morale boost of waking up and hearing the birds chirping? Incredible Moreover, ICE must be destroyed

it's sixty four degrees out!!! at night!!!! i took off my jacket walking home from work and now i don't!!!! want to go inside!!!!!!!

"when people ask you what you do / do you tell them your day job? / or do you say you're really good / at making people feel at ease when they're with you?"

The third Mario movie should be a straight adaptation of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead but with Wario and Waluigi.

so this week i've been reading this -- it came out in 07, directly after the WB/UPN merger into the CW, and it's this fascinating time capsule of ideas about what's profitable/desirable in network television in a very WHY ARE YOU NOT REACTING TO THE ICEBERG ON YOUR RADAR SCREEN kind of way

sometimes you have interactions with people that show that you just live completely different lives. for ex, my coworkers do NOT know what to think about the lampshade i brought in from home. "is it ...vintage?" "is it custom?"

also: i watched Stephen King's Hunger Games For Boys last night. verdict: pretty good. those doomed teenagers sure were in love, and uncle steve sure is having a time trying to process modern american politics. aren't we all, man.

yet again: this song fucking rules. if a love song is not so weird about its subject it makes you turn around and say "what, really?" when you listen to the lyrics, then what are we even doing here

i thought i was done having reactions of bob dylan when he sold his entire catalogue off, both songwriting & masters, but this whole ai-patreon thing is something else. ah well. one more thing to have uncomfortable not-quite-fights with my father's dylan-loving partner about, i guess.

hey, so! re: my play -- i am holding a staged reading at the end of next month! i just cast actors! i have a space! local friends, if you want to come see a rough iteration of What I've Been Working On, dm me for deets, would love to have u there!

we're on by my count, 4th round of A Specific Fight with my sister. at each round *i* felt like we communicated something real/emotionally useful & could maybe start to move past it, & *she* has then had another round of feeling i'm not something* enough about it & need to talk (fight) about it more

update: i did not remember it in my sleep, but youtube already has this feature! still a pretty absurd way to do this, but i'll take it

"but s you don't have TIME to write a 13-episode alternate season of haven fic, you have two other writing projects which have external deadlines and also, like, a job." silence, peon, i have stephen king parody titles to think up for the 13-episode alternate season fic

where i'm at on The Haven Thing: watched the first four eps of the 2005 "gen y soap opera" that lucas bryant and eeric balfour first worked together on, after which it was cancelled. the subsequent 6 eps eventually aired in 2008, but i can only find them as russian dubs on youtube

a memorable one was the "go visit the cannonball that lives in a church" one. it was from the revolution, sure, but it's mostly just. a cannonball. it's in a church now, because it was fired at a church. and they just. kept it there. it's in a little cage now, on the floor under a pew.

kind of amazed by all the actively political speech they're not cutting to commercial to cover in this broadcast

when i'm away for too long, california just gets painfully beautiful behind my back.

"i'll be fine to go in to work tonight," she said, sitting down on the bath mat to take a little rest between showering and getting dressed

moved to Speak My (stranger things) Truth on tumblr www.tumblr.com/heyyjudetheo...