Just a little bummed around the edges -
Nov. 16th, 2004 10:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgOh, let's see. My mother is heading for a big surgery that will forever change her life towards the dependent mode - and is dangerous enough to make all of us concerned about whether she'll survive it. I'm getting ready to have my MIL here for two weeks, beginning Thursday night. (Her younger brother called the other day asking if he could drop by and visit while she is here. She's not speaking to him, BTW.)
Even though this might be the last Thanksgiving we'll have all together with Mom, my older brother is still going to see his in-laws instead. He's married to a selfish bitch who I don't trust, and he has three sons with her I wouldn't spend spit on - and they use him like single-ply toilet paper. But he's going to their Thanksgiving instead of the one I'm holding at my house. I have no feelings on the matter - suuuuuure.
Mom has asked for one thing - she'd like to have all her children go to church with her, just once.
Wonder if I can pry him away from Disneyland on the Sunday after Thanksgiving.
TIES last night dealt with the experts speaking on long-term effects of drug exposure and the adoption/placement process on children. I'm a motor-mouth. I'm also hard to scare, impress, rattle or surprise. One of those same-sex partnerships I mentioned? One of them is an elementary school principal, and I can't wait to talk to him. I also discovered that Almond Joy now comes in a pina colada flavor - and is as delicious as that sounds. I've also had to cope with McDonald's for dinner now both times. Next Monday, I swear it'll be bologna sandwiches from home - at least. Blech. (BTW, the adoption process is probably more damaging than just about any prenatal drug exposure - if you want to know more, ask.)
Oh, and I got to go to the Barry Manilow concert in Anaheim last Saturday. Not until I was in line to get in, did I catch that it was the closing night of the last tour - the VERY last tour ever.
WTF.
Not a lavish show, to be certain - and the guy was coming off a case of bronchitis that had made him cancel two shows prior to this one. But it played like a Greatest Hits album - with some retrospective stuff that was just giggle-inducing. The very first Midnight Special appearance - tied into the live performance of the same song. (He dresses better these days, with better hair - but there was little difference in the performance, except that I think he did a better job of interpreting the work. Can you improve "Mandy?" Yes, you can.)
Dave Koz showed up, rolled up and smoked the sax player (George Whomever you are) as Barry played piano in the middle of this theater in the round stage - and Deborah Byrd got up on stage to sing "I'll Never Love This Way Again" - and smoked Dionne Warwick without even trying hard. (That song sung as a duet? Incredible stuff.)
For the last time? I can't believe it. Coming off bronchitis, he might have thought he sounded like shit, but I didn't hear any acute deficiencies. Sustaining some notes, there was a squeak or two - but every note, every letter was clear and crisp.
Maybe this is the last time this songbook will be toured - but with Harmony getting mounted on Broadway, I can't believe this is the last we'll get to see of him. Harmony is going to open - there is no doubt. And once that is done, I fully expect to see more - maybe another show entirely, wouldn't that be nice? (Imagine the Mayflower album as a broadway show....)
But today? Something just isn't working right.
Those stupid pineapple guavas are attracting fruit rats. I tried to set traps this morning, and did nothing but snap the traps on myself. That'll deflate your ego, lemme tellya. Two-bit pieces of wood with springs - only thing left is glueboards. And Terminix.
I'm a little sleep-deprived too, I think - not that I'm having trouble sleeping. I go to bed, sleep and get up. I just didn't get to bed until after midnight last night, and I was up again about 7:00 AM.
Linkage for the day? Become that which you fear most - TREEHUGGER! Actually, a legitimate place to find products and services - proof positive that progressives like to make money as much as anyone else. My favorite is the ceramic version of the "We Are Happy To Serve You" paper cups found in New York - anyone get a clue for Christmas presents yet? Nifty spot.
BoingBoing working overtime -
Ebay uhhhhhh....
Racing cars powered by tape drive motors found in cassette players. Geek ever onward!
And proof positive that there are no winners and losers in war. You don't win a war. You survive them. If you're fortunate. Pro-life? Are you nuts?
I'm sitting in parenting classes where I am told physical restraint or discipline won't be allowed - and doesn't work anyway - and this stuff dances across my computer screen. Boo hiss.
I didn't approve of this. I didn't declare war on Iraq. And I don't see any benefit to me - and I don't think it's going to make my life any safer. Let alone how much it's going to cost (and you'd better put a dollar figure on it, or some people just won't give a crap).
(That's right Donna, be a selfish little twat. ~whiiiiine~ Hey, at least I'm honest about it.)
It probably requires a subscription - but chatter about this is running around the office today.
Kickbacks in the insurance business. Say it isn't so!
I need some lunch.
Even though this might be the last Thanksgiving we'll have all together with Mom, my older brother is still going to see his in-laws instead. He's married to a selfish bitch who I don't trust, and he has three sons with her I wouldn't spend spit on - and they use him like single-ply toilet paper. But he's going to their Thanksgiving instead of the one I'm holding at my house. I have no feelings on the matter - suuuuuure.
Mom has asked for one thing - she'd like to have all her children go to church with her, just once.
Wonder if I can pry him away from Disneyland on the Sunday after Thanksgiving.
TIES last night dealt with the experts speaking on long-term effects of drug exposure and the adoption/placement process on children. I'm a motor-mouth. I'm also hard to scare, impress, rattle or surprise. One of those same-sex partnerships I mentioned? One of them is an elementary school principal, and I can't wait to talk to him. I also discovered that Almond Joy now comes in a pina colada flavor - and is as delicious as that sounds. I've also had to cope with McDonald's for dinner now both times. Next Monday, I swear it'll be bologna sandwiches from home - at least. Blech. (BTW, the adoption process is probably more damaging than just about any prenatal drug exposure - if you want to know more, ask.)
Oh, and I got to go to the Barry Manilow concert in Anaheim last Saturday. Not until I was in line to get in, did I catch that it was the closing night of the last tour - the VERY last tour ever.
WTF.
Not a lavish show, to be certain - and the guy was coming off a case of bronchitis that had made him cancel two shows prior to this one. But it played like a Greatest Hits album - with some retrospective stuff that was just giggle-inducing. The very first Midnight Special appearance - tied into the live performance of the same song. (He dresses better these days, with better hair - but there was little difference in the performance, except that I think he did a better job of interpreting the work. Can you improve "Mandy?" Yes, you can.)
Dave Koz showed up, rolled up and smoked the sax player (George Whomever you are) as Barry played piano in the middle of this theater in the round stage - and Deborah Byrd got up on stage to sing "I'll Never Love This Way Again" - and smoked Dionne Warwick without even trying hard. (That song sung as a duet? Incredible stuff.)
For the last time? I can't believe it. Coming off bronchitis, he might have thought he sounded like shit, but I didn't hear any acute deficiencies. Sustaining some notes, there was a squeak or two - but every note, every letter was clear and crisp.
Maybe this is the last time this songbook will be toured - but with Harmony getting mounted on Broadway, I can't believe this is the last we'll get to see of him. Harmony is going to open - there is no doubt. And once that is done, I fully expect to see more - maybe another show entirely, wouldn't that be nice? (Imagine the Mayflower album as a broadway show....)
But today? Something just isn't working right.
Those stupid pineapple guavas are attracting fruit rats. I tried to set traps this morning, and did nothing but snap the traps on myself. That'll deflate your ego, lemme tellya. Two-bit pieces of wood with springs - only thing left is glueboards. And Terminix.
I'm a little sleep-deprived too, I think - not that I'm having trouble sleeping. I go to bed, sleep and get up. I just didn't get to bed until after midnight last night, and I was up again about 7:00 AM.
Linkage for the day? Become that which you fear most - TREEHUGGER! Actually, a legitimate place to find products and services - proof positive that progressives like to make money as much as anyone else. My favorite is the ceramic version of the "We Are Happy To Serve You" paper cups found in New York - anyone get a clue for Christmas presents yet? Nifty spot.
BoingBoing working overtime -
Ebay uhhhhhh....
Racing cars powered by tape drive motors found in cassette players. Geek ever onward!
And proof positive that there are no winners and losers in war. You don't win a war. You survive them. If you're fortunate. Pro-life? Are you nuts?
I'm sitting in parenting classes where I am told physical restraint or discipline won't be allowed - and doesn't work anyway - and this stuff dances across my computer screen. Boo hiss.
I didn't approve of this. I didn't declare war on Iraq. And I don't see any benefit to me - and I don't think it's going to make my life any safer. Let alone how much it's going to cost (and you'd better put a dollar figure on it, or some people just won't give a crap).
(That's right Donna, be a selfish little twat. ~whiiiiine~ Hey, at least I'm honest about it.)
It probably requires a subscription - but chatter about this is running around the office today.
Kickbacks in the insurance business. Say it isn't so!
I need some lunch.
