Memeage

Inside The Actor's Studio Meme:

What is your favorite word? megalomaniacal
What is your least favorite word? geek
What turns you on? chicks in pirate costumes
What turns you off? guys in drag
What sound or noise do you love? An electric guitar tuned down to B
What sound or noise do you hate? The dial tone when I'm checking to see if my modem is still connected
What is your favorite curse word? fucker
What profession, other than yours, would you like to attempt? Social Worker
What profession would you not like to attempt? air traffic controller
If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates? You can stay

The treasure you see, the treasure you know.

I'm still feeling not quite myself. I need to get the haunting story concluded before all the Halloween spirit is gone from me and the world, but it just doesn't seem important enough to me right now to warrant it. And I'm still waiting to find out what's going on with my friend. I'm beginning to wonder if I will ever know. But that would be nothing new. Funny, I should be very good at this by now, but every time it happens feels like the first time.

The Dracula reunion party last night was okay. Not the best party I've been to, not the worst. It was _a_ party, let's just put it that way. Learned a fun game called "Inquisitor" which I'm going to have to force everyone to play at all future cast parties. It involves making up trivia questions about the show you've just done and betting to see who's right and punishing the people who go bust while betting. Great fun. But other than that, the shindig was just kinda there. Honestly, the trip through da 'Hood to get there was the most exciting part. A bunch of Vampire RPG'ing lilly-white goth kids holed up in a house among bandana-wearing, 40-drinking, black people. Kind of a surreal experience. Not the best neighborhood to get lost in. Which I did. (FUN FACT: Homies begin yelling at you around the third time you drive past them.)

For once I can say I'm glad my weekend is over, not because I didn't have a good time, but because I've been depressed and I'd like this span of days to be forgotten. Meh, I make it sound much worse off than I actually feel. But I could do without it nonetheless. It could be the sudden inactivity that's dragging me down after all the months of Dracula prep work. Guess I need to find something to do to keep busy again. Sitting around playing the PS2 just isn't cutting it.

At least there were no chitlins.

After listening to a co-worker give me an hour-long discourse on the traditional Southern food she was raised on this morning, I am more convinced that the American Civil War was completely justified, and, in fact, necessary. I mean coffee soup!?EEEWWWW!!!!

(FUN FACT: According to Jon Stewart, the American Civil War involved more men named Zeke than any other war in history.)

Quote of the day

A great quote I had long since forgotten, dredged to the surface of my mind today by winegodeatsyou:

"Democracy is two wolves and a sheep voting over what to have for dinner."

-Robert Heinlein.

Ruminate on this, my disciples. And then kill each other.