The only thing it was missing was a redhead...

Tonight I found myself sitting in the green room tonight at rehearsal alongside the gorgeous young woman who plays the female lead in our show. We were examining the insert for the show's program on which was printed the breakdown of acts, scenes and intermissions. Paula, (the lady in question,) expressed dismay that half of the text in the rectangular box was in one font size, the rest of it in a smaller font size. I began to postulate that it was likely due to the fact that had it all been kept the larger font size, the text would not have all fit into the box, whereas making it all the smaller font size would have left lots of unsightly blank space within the box. She accepts this explanation, but states that she really just perfers for things to be uniform. Understandable.

Across the room, people begin to take interest in our conversation and ask what Paula's concern is. Paula's reply is "Nothing. I'm just being anal."

"What?" Someone asks.

"I said I'm just being anal!" Paula vehemently replies.

A third person inquires, to which Paula again replies. "I said I'm just being anal! Anal! Anal! Anal! Anal! Anal!"

My friends, at that moment, my mission was clear. Hearing a gorgeous, raven-haired woman of Mediterraenean descent - our persons seperated by the scantest margin of inches - use the word "anal" that many times in a rhapsodious sing-song voice meant that there was only one - and EXACTLY one - thing which it could possibly be time for...











Yes, that's right....




















You guessed it...



















...My Inigo Montoya impression!

"Why do you keep using that word?" I asked Paula, my Spanish inflection soft and meticulously-rehearsed. "I do no think it means what you think it means."

Hilarity ensued. Or at least it would have if Paula had not already by that time been talking with someone about something else. INCONCEIVABLE!Oh well, at least I thought it was funny.

This has some promise...

mnemonic scenario program downloaded from the Amandroid (stitchedsutures):

I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less.

Ask me anything you want. Really.
Then I want you to go to your journal or bloog, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.

Finally getting around to doing this one. It required some thought

Taken first from odanu, reminded to finally do it by batchix

List five little things which make you happy/satisfied/give you pleasure. Don't go for the obvious ones like second-hand bookshops, warm baths, ice cream, wanking, seeing a band live or whatever. Odd little things, which give you a little frisson and make things better, even if just for a moment.

1) When a friend of mine comes to see one of my shows and I get to feel like I'm performing it just for _them_, then afterwards being told that they really liked it and knowing that they mean it.

2) Defeating the Big Bad mega-villain at the end of a roleplaying campaign. It sounds lame, sounds geeky, and I assure you there's nothing else quite like it in the world.

3) Building L5R decks and playtesting them, even though 90% of them, I never get to play against a living opponent. It's just a bizarre little oasis of comfort and compulsion for me.

4) Staring at my transparent blue quilt-top B.C. Rich Warlock electric guitar as it sits on its stand and just watching the finish and the fretboard inlays shine.

5) When I hold my hand above Nubbing's head, (he's one of our cats,) and watching him hop up on his back legs to rub his head against my hand. Something he will do again, and again if encourage him.