The sporadic ramblings of Emily C. A. Snyder - devoted to God, theatre, writing, and much randominity.
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Now for the Pirates' Lair!
Ooops...nope...or at least not until this coming Thursday. Best house today. We went from 181, to 260, to 384! Ye-ah! And wonderful response and great energy and no lights broke and no cues (that I could see) were missed - alleluia! Oh, but, oh, how little I want to go to work tomorrow. I haven't had a vacation. I haven't stopped since, what two weeks ago? And that for one day? I'm simply wiped. Familia upstairs watching Secondhand Lions. Good movie, but I vant to bhe alohne, dahlink. Loverly Sh. and Mt. came today - bless them. May turn in early tonight. Most likely marriage test will be moved to Wednesday (and there was much rejoicing). Lord, help me! Amen!
Mood: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....
Music: Grand Duke midi
Desire: For another week of vacation. This week actually OF vacation.
One for the road:
Heart of Crystal
What is Your Heart REALLY Made of?
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Once more unto Chesterton, my friends! In the wise man's words: "There comes an hour in the afternoon when the child is tired of 'pretending'; when he is weary of being a robber or a Red Indian. It is then that he torments the cat. There comes a time in the routine of an ordered civilisation when the man is tired at playing at mythology and pretending that a tree is a maiden or that the moon made love to a man. The effect of this staleness is the same everywhere; it is seen in all drug-taking and dram-drinking and every form of the tendency to increase the dose. Men seek stranger sins or more startling obscenities as stimulants to their jaded sense. They seek after mad oriental religions for the same reason. They try to stab their nerves to life, if it were with the knives of the priests of Baal. They are walking in their sleep and try to wake themselves up with nightmares." Our modern world.
Ooops...nope...or at least not until this coming Thursday. Best house today. We went from 181, to 260, to 384! Ye-ah! And wonderful response and great energy and no lights broke and no cues (that I could see) were missed - alleluia! Oh, but, oh, how little I want to go to work tomorrow. I haven't had a vacation. I haven't stopped since, what two weeks ago? And that for one day? I'm simply wiped. Familia upstairs watching Secondhand Lions. Good movie, but I vant to bhe alohne, dahlink. Loverly Sh. and Mt. came today - bless them. May turn in early tonight. Most likely marriage test will be moved to Wednesday (and there was much rejoicing). Lord, help me! Amen!
Mood: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....
Music: Grand Duke midi
Desire: For another week of vacation. This week actually OF vacation.
One for the road:
Heart of Crystal
What is Your Heart REALLY Made of?
brought to you by Quizilla
Once more unto Chesterton, my friends! In the wise man's words: "There comes an hour in the afternoon when the child is tired of 'pretending'; when he is weary of being a robber or a Red Indian. It is then that he torments the cat. There comes a time in the routine of an ordered civilisation when the man is tired at playing at mythology and pretending that a tree is a maiden or that the moon made love to a man. The effect of this staleness is the same everywhere; it is seen in all drug-taking and dram-drinking and every form of the tendency to increase the dose. Men seek stranger sins or more startling obscenities as stimulants to their jaded sense. They seek after mad oriental religions for the same reason. They try to stab their nerves to life, if it were with the knives of the priests of Baal. They are walking in their sleep and try to wake themselves up with nightmares." Our modern world.
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