Dr. Memnus Lagbane Soultooth the Mad

June is Pride, and oddly enough, Salt Lake City is no exception. The Latter-Day Transvestites entered a float in the parade, of course. ( All hell broke loose... )

In other news, I'm looking for a place to live in Sugarhouse. Though I'd prefer my own apartment, one of the cast is looking for people to fill in her house, and the offer is... enticing. I have two weeks to think about it. I need them, too, and something may still appear on Craigslist.

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Well, it looks like I'm being placed in Riff for the entire weekend. This is much more than I could have hoped for just a couple months ago when I was joining a cast of strangers, but I'm certainly not complaining. Tonight's drink is rum and orange juice, with some extra sweetening thrown in for the hell of it. I was considering drinking straight rum for the night, but the only useful drink containers I have are Nalgenes, and carrying around six ounces of rum in more than a quart of bottle would just be silly.

Note to self: Get a flask.

I tried to do some work earlier, but spent an hour organizing code rather than writing it. Once I finally got down to writing anything, I had less than a screen of code before the Eng filesystem went down like a Pompeii prostitute. Four labs stopped working just as the football game was ending, so even going home was a pain in the ass.

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I am normally loathe to throw out food, but there are times i'll make an exception. For instance, at the grocery store today I got an idea for lunch. "Oh," I declared, "I will simply get a hunk of fresh mozzerella, a tomato, and some basil, and the proportions will be correct for a lunch." This started going downhill when I went looking for basil. The only stuff I could find was universally old and limp, with brown leaves interspersed. Not to be deterred, I got the best box I could find, and returned home with the ingredients. Only when I'd gotten halfway through the plate did it hit me just how dense and fatty that cheese really is. A bit queazy, I optimistically boxed up what was left, but when the thought of it was still making me feel sick four hours later, I figured it'd be better to write it off. This also killed my plan for the night, which had been to cook my usual week's worth of food tonight, so that's been pushed back to tomorrow.

The Latter-Day Transvestites opened their season last night with a performance at Heads Up, a local gay bar. It was a tiny room and tinier stage, so we didn't have a lot to work with; I was also activated from understudy to play Riff. I was there plenty early and had a drink (in other news, I've found that I do in fact like hefeweisen) and spent the show staring around creepily while onstage, or shouting lines while offstage. I did come to regret the latter, though, thanks to the smoky air making things even worse for my throat than usual. Then, this morning, we had dress rehearsal.

Yeah, explain that one to me.

I also neglected much of my grading this week, so had to lock myself to the computer for the afternoon and evening to plow through the assignment before the most recent one. I also have all of the most recent one to do, but it being a not-for-credit assignment, there's under twenty to look at. The advantage to me taking on the entirety of these two assignments is that I can have the other TA grade the entirety of the next one, so I'm not trying to do that over a show weekend. Because, yeah.

Apparently I need an actual Rocky icon. My Dynamic Tension icon feels too much like an archery icon. (Should probably remake that one to have a picture with Vera, instead of the old Mizar.)

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Shock Treatment is officially as cracktastic as advertised. And strangely fitting, too - some well-done jabs at reality television (long before its invention, even), The American Way, and the mental health business.

I think the best line, though, is ( spoilery )

Now, to find a way to screencap a protected DVD.

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