I'm an i-doit

And now I'm terrified that my stuff isn't good enough. Ugh! The progression of stupid, hampering emotion! Right, back to revising Ostrung and then onto Brigglekin. I think I'll do up some pictures tonight. Yeah.

Mood: Petrified
Music: The Two Towers
Smell: Mommy's making BREAD! :D
Random Factoid: This, apparently, is my 200th post. Whodathunk?

Oh Saint Rita! Play the BONGOS!

I am literally (pun oh-so intended!) dancing and skipping and leaping and throwing my arms in the air! I love God! I love writing! I love the Twelve Kingdoms! I love fairy tales! I love children's books! I love illustrations! I love my publishers! I love homeschoolers! God is good, God is good, God is so so so good to this most unworthy wretch! TRA-LAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Mood: FWAH! NARF NARF!
Music: CELTIC! Specifically Faire Celts from Narada
Thought: Holy cow....

This sounds about right

The World Is MINE! by Demonac
Name:
You will conquer:	your Home Town (and burn down you old highschool).
Your title will be:	Director
You will succeed by:	Killing Osama Bin Laden.
Your Enforcers will be:	Grammaton Clerics (from Equilibrium).
Your first act as ruler:	Remove anti-hate/bigotry laws just to see what would happen.
(What happened after)	Try "The World Was Yours! What Happened?" MEME to find out!
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

I mean...all crimes are at essence "hate crimes".... Just a quick blog in the middle of typing up Neverwhere and Everywhen - yippee! One hopes, oh St. Rita! To finish this novel! Yippee! Prettyful pictures, too - must scan them. Anywho, happy Pentecost to one and all. I'm such a woozle, inbetween getting ready for Kiss Me, Kate and finishing school, Pentecost crept up on my this year. In other doings, the drama party was the other night - good, albeit smaller than expected. Ah ca. Yesterday Jules and I hung out for most of the day, which was great - Outback, ye-ah! Talked to Kristy, which was too long in the coming. I'm only three scenes away from finishing Act I of Brigadoon. Feeling rather despondant about finishing Thrushbeard, simply because I'm psyching myself out. I think I need to act out a few scenes with someone at the keyboard to write down the impromptu dialogue to get me revved up. Currently I'm writing down the lyrics...again...of all the songs I have. GOOD songs, though! Tra la! Oh, I am disjointed. I want to write up my latest theory on MA-vehemence, but don't want to overdistract myself from N&E right now....

Ergo, I will leave you with this sillyness:

Mood: Pas mal, merci.
Music: Paul McCartney's symphonic Standing Stones - the dischordant bit. Blaugh. The melodic sections are wonderful, though.
And why not:

The World Is MINE! by Demonac
Name:
You will conquer:	Asia (except for South Korea, because Starcraft has honed their tactical skills to unbeatable levels).
Your title will be:	General
You will succeed by:	A plot hole.
Your Enforcers will be:	Street Judges (from Judge Dread).
Your first act as ruler:	Invest in invincible battle armor for yourself (think Iron Man).
(What happened after)	Try "The World Was Yours! What Happened?" MEME to find out!
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

Too funny!

The World Is MINE! by Demonac
Name:
You will conquer:	Canada (and they even apologize for resisting you).
Your title will be:	Bill Gates
You will succeed by:	Mind controlling them all.
Your Enforcers will be:	The Ghost of Strom Thurman (that guy was scary).
Your first act as ruler:	Declare peace (it confuses the hell out of your enemies).
(What happened after)	Try "The World Was Yours! What Happened?" MEME to find out!
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

Tra la, I love the spring!

How true is this?

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Right, so onto the bullets du jour:

Good to clear the air with Jules.

Weeping gives me a headache.

My drama kids are kewl.

I'M GONNA DO THRUSHBEARD NEXT YEAR AT HCH!!! (Tra la!)

I appear to be taking on more opera students. Keeeewl.

School is nearly done. Augh! And I haven't reached the year 1000 a.d. yet!

Kiss Me, Kate is coming along - I think I found a theme: reconciliation. I want to show it through color schemes. Bwaahhahahahah! :)

Actually got UP at 6:30 today and so got to school uber(forme)early. Hoopla!

I love the Locomotion song-thing they played at Pete's concert last night.

Parental units are wonderful.

God bless Judy Garland's soul.

Must run - need to finish up stuff for tonight's team KMK meeting. Good golly, sometimes I'm actually so organized...!

Mood: Nicht so schlect, danke.
Music: None, but the KMK disc I just burnt just popped out
Thought: Oh, Lord, keep this up - I need Your continued graces! Amen.

Explosions a la surround-sound

So proud of all my Hudson kids. Congrats!

Must write essay on action vs. being a la final play. Grrr.

Tiiiiiiiiired. Strangely sleepy.

Writing more, thank God.

Need St. Rita's intercessions. I'm thrilled for...but strangely disgruntled...not for the thing gained, but rather...oh, in utter confusion. Bridesmaid syndrome, I think - just stupid and I need to sleep it off. I'd hate to become a third wheel: that's my greatest fear, I think. Because I can't stand myself this way since I'm so happy for real, so this...purile imbecility is even more greatly frustrating. Nnngh. Oh, to be of the Neverwhere and Everywhen!

I think perhaps I'll just go watch P&P with my cheetos and chocolate. St. Rita...play the bongos.

Mood: Odd, wilting - railing at such limpingness
Music: Dr. Zivago a la Miss Congeniality
Thought: Let it not be forgot that "I am an arse!"

FWAH!

Since it looks like I'll be teaching Freshmen and Juniors next year, I'm starting to work on the parts of the curriculum I need to beef up on. Yeah, baby, yeah - Mom found this site for me: Reading List . Bwahahahahahha!

We done matriculated the seniors, teacher dinner at the 99 after (interesting), hanging out with Dad this morning (yippee!) and lectoring at Mass this afternoon (St. Rita, pray for us!). Dance recital tonight and competitive plays tomorrow and grading tests inbetween and Kiss Me, Kate meeting Thursday. And writing! Oh, glory alleluia! St. Rita! Play the bongos!

Mood: Chill, dude.
Music: Loreena McKennit's The Mask and the Mirror - good CD.
Thought: Need to do an article based on the need for affection. Even more on the ubiquity of current situation a la sitcoms and britcoms last night. And must consider idea for dramady series that I came up with in the shower. Curious that the shower provides some of the best inspiration. And I smell like vanilla. Fwah.

It Must Be Known

That Things That Flash On And Off On The Screen Are From The Devil!!! Terrible, horrible, EEEEEEEEEVIL! (...steed...) In other news, Shrek 2 is very funny - laugh out loud at some parts, although the second half drags a bit, and I've got to make up a test - bwahahahah. And I'm hoping the current writing kick I was on today continues. "Oh St. Rita! Play the bongos!"

Mood: Bellicose
Music: Dangerous Beauty - loverly and light for the first half
Thought: We're gone done maTRICulate the lotofyuh! Nyah. And it looks like I'm being bumped from Soph/Sen's to Frosh/Jun's. Sigh - grumble - sigh.

How sad is this?

I ought to go to bed. Go to bed! Go to bed! Hmmm, not working. Alright, a very silly quizlet that needn't be done in their form but might as well be. Bear in mind that the soundtrack really changes depending on mood and I hardly think it's fair that they're asking so many love questions because then it leads me to keep in that vein for the others. Perhaps I shall do up my own such as: "Teaching first period...second...third...fourth...fifth...." or "Lunch" or "Writing Well" or "Throwing Out Your Writing" or "Preparing for a Play" or "An Hour Before Auditions" or "Rehearsing" or "Walking with Julie" or "Walking through the Woods" or "Driving with Julie" or "Dinner with Julie" or "Long Talks on the Couch/at the Table with Mom" or "How to Hide from People Who Want Your Attention" or "Music by Which to Wind Down After Seeing Alias" or "Music by Which One Hopes to Raise Metabolism" or "Funky Chicken Type Music". See...where were those? Instead you get these:

Opening credits:	"I Have Confidence" - Sound of Music
Waking up:	"Good Morning, Life" - Dean Martin
Average day:	"Going Bunburying" - The Importance of Being Ernest; "Gandalf's Lament (Transformed)" - Howard Shore, The Two Towers
First date:	"Tango" - from Howard's End
Falling in love:	"Almost Like Being in Love" - Brigadoon, "I Want to Spend my Lifetime Loving You" - James Horner, The Mask of Zorro
Love scene:	"Love Theme" - John Williams, Star Wars Ep. II
Fight scene:	"Battle of the Fates" - John Williams, Star Wars Ep. I
Breaking up:	"I Don't Want a Man at All" or "Never Saying Goodbye" - Me, or "Daffodil Lament" - Cranberries
Getting back together:	"I'd Be Good for You" - Andrew Lloyd Webber, Evita
Secret love:	"On My Own" - Les Miserables, "People Will Say We're in Love" - Oklahoma!
Life's okay:	"Walking on Water" - Ever After, "It's Friday, I'm in Love" - The Cure
Mental breakdown:	"Taking Over Me" - Evanescence (or anything by them, really)
Driving:	"In You" - Reliant K
Learning a lesson:	"Why Can't the English Teach Their Children How to Speak?" - My Fair Lady
Deep thought:	"We Learned the Sea" - Dar Williams, "Santa Fe" - Newsies
Flashback:	"I'm a Stegosaurus" - Kindergarten!, "I Don't Wanna Grow Up...I'm a Toys'r'us Kid!"
Partying:	"Sing sing sing" - Julie would know, "Sway With Me" - Michael Buble's version
Happy dance:	"Cause I'm So Happy!" - Dunno, great praise song, "Alpha and Omega" - again, great praise song, "Lift High the Banners of Love" - ditto
Regreting:	"Gandalf's Lament" - Howard Shore, Fellowship of the Ring, "Schindler's List" - John Williams
Long night alone:	"Walk Through My Door" - Gaelic Storm, Barber's "Adaggio"
Death scene:	"The Impossible Dream" - Man of La Mancha, "Do You Hear the People Sing?" - Les Miserables
Closing credits:	"Non nobis Domine" - Henry V

Your Life: The Soundtrack brought to you by BZOINK!

Mood: Go to bed. (subliminal message) GO TO BED!
Music: Ironically none. Awful difficult to do this whilst listening to a mellowing CD.
Thought: Really must do up my own. Think I shall. Later. Go to bed.

To the pain!

I am in pain. It's wet and humid and awful outside, I filmed last night without a tripod so my arms are aching, and for some bizarre reason (odd sleeping position?) my hip and lower back are also aching. Ugh.

Picked up Jules from the airport - yay! She is returned from Canada! On the way over, I happened - quite by accident - to listen to the silly tape the two of us made long ago last year of our various songs (or attempts thereof). Quite fun. The way back was full of Austria et autre amusements, which always cheers the soul. I mean, who can't feel gleefully happy when singing along to: "Rabbits are furry...that makes me happy!"

Merry's CD on right now, and it's the Star Wars love theme - tra la I love the spring! Siiiiiiiiiiigh.

Troy wasn't too bad - too many "hero" shots, but otherwise I enjoyed it anyway. Not enough Sean Bean, but one can't have everything. Eric Bana is amazing. And although it was unfortunate they left the gods out, the way they solved the Paris not fighting his own battle thing actually worked better dramatically - great camera angle and composition.

Readying for graduation. Poot. The seniors are gone and yet I haven't all those free periods! Ah well - at least the Juniors pick up on music fairly well, which is good. And the Panis Angelicus is sounding VERY well. Excited about that.

Starting to beat the drum for Kiss Me, Kate. In a lot of ways, editing for Brigadoon is very helpful to garner ideas for a "classic" musical. Of course, it's not helping insofaras I'm thinking about Thrushbeard again...(two more musical pieces today...).

Speaking of Brigadoon and the editing of it: I'm nearly half-way done (aaaaaaaaaaalleluia!), yet STUCK on "Almost Like Being in Love." You'd think that wouldn't be too much of an issue, except that I'm stuck on whether to do a close up of the feet kicking and leave the rest, or attempt an overlap (after several tries, that's been nixed), or just give up the ghost and say, "Fine, we'll go with a straight edit and whatever we get, we get" but perfectionist me is saying, "No! I know there's a way to make the ending look more like what I had in mind!" Silly editing.

I love music about water or that sounds like water. I like water. There's something...not simply blue about water, but rippling, changing, shifting yet stable, fathomless yet finite, skybound and earthbound, gentle and temptestuous. Yes, I love the sea.

My desk (Johnny's really, but he hasn't claimed it yet, or rather still) has been recleared by means of sweeping stuff into drawers. Later the drawers will have to be cleaned, but the desk is once more usable. This is good. However, this affords easier access to the cable for the net. That is bad.

I've grown increasingly snarlsome at e-mails. I am so weird. Oh, the weirdness of me. %P And yet, methinks, some days not odd enough.

Another great sea song is on (the previous one was "We Learned the Sea" by Dar Williams and the current one is "Heart of the Ocean" by Gaelic Storm). Siiiiiiigh - one could sink into musical wavelets! Hurrah for arpeggios (sp?) and archipelagios (spsp?) and spellchecker (spppfth?)!

I'm a bit confuzzled at life. I need to get my prayer life together again before I can get the rest of me in line. We fall down...we get up....

Much Ado About Nothing is so wonderful - infinitely quotable like so much of Shakespeare - some day I must put it on. Eighth grade did a fantastic production. Sent me home to rewatch (or listen? I was grading at the same time) Kenneth Branaugh's production: "Then down falls she, weeps, beats her breast and cries aloud: 'Sweet Benedick! God grant me patience!'" LOL! "Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were not half so happy if I could say how much." And Jules's favorite: "Thus goes everyone into the world but I...and I? Am sunburnt." And I freely admit that Emma Thompson's "were I a man" weeping feast after the debacle of a wedding was uppermost in my mind when I wrote most of Elowen's stuff. Hurrah for the English who say: "We actually don't care all that much about how you look so long as you can act well." Hrumph!

Mr. Bean is FUNNY.

Funeral Dance music on. What a relief to see that that plot worked. How sad that no similar subplot is available in Kiss Me, Kate. Although I'm glad to be doing a comedy after all. But there is something wonderful about a poignant drama. There is beauty in tragedy. There is loveliness and stillness and a moment caught transcendant.

And it is late, and I must be up, and tests copied and given out, and staying for choir and choir before lunch and choir after school and e-mail to do now (le hrumph) and perhaps, peut-etre, peut-etre! - I shall write some more? Oh, Lord, to take the internal editor and SIT on her, to squash her underfoot! She's a literary abortifacent, she's a Gattica who refuses to let any but the best genetically enhanced manuscripts pass through! Yet there is a time, is there not, for the weaker prose as well? Silence, thou Editor! Banished art thou, and forever more be banished, until such a time as thou art required. Let her be tied and thrown away, let her be imprisoned, ne'er to see the light of day, until such a time as the prose is grown and may meet her in his own good time, with sword and smile at the ready, a will to stand and the grace to bow.

I won't even bother to comment on the recent MA-ing. Let us say that sackcloth and ashes would be in order. Let us say that I am tired and that our greatest recourse now is He who bore this even then, through the intercession of His mother, Our Lady of Sorrows who might be our model of how to bear His sorrows to His perfection and glory. "Jerusalem, Jerusalem!"

Mood: Pensive
Music: Wonderful Merry's CD
Thought: Whence comes all these daily tragedies? They are born of a loss of love and a longing for love and the lack of love - and the worser, secret knowledge that all our bright-colored shoutings cannot fill up what is an essential emptiness. "Our hearts are restless, O Lord, until they rest in You."

Were thine that special face....

Sing it to me, Brian Stokes Mitchell! Anywho, I'm working again on Brigadoon editing and in trying to get E Horo to work (it won't - I'm going to have to reconstruct the whole blinkin' thing! Bah), I ran across the very rough, low res test version of the Funeral Dance. My faith in directing is restored. Enjoy!

Mood: Creative
Music: The New Kiss Me, Kate
What Made My Day: 1,500 words in Shadowblade. BOO-YEAH!

C'est un longtemps
(ou est-ce que c'est UNE...?)

Van Helsing is a completely kitchy movie but I thoroughly enjoyed it nonetheless. And the music is fabulous. And I want to write a scene for the ending titles music. From Shadowblade, not Van Helsing.

Two more days of seniors! (Sung to various nanny-nanny-poo-poo melodies.)

The first Harry Potter is on upstairs, and alas I must write a curriculum and a final exam. Perhaps I shall do all at once.

The sun came out at the end of the day. Alleluia.

Pool is a fun game, much to my astonishment.

Those who become upset at students having fun make me upset - which no amount of pool can completely remedy. In fact, it makes for some very bad pool playing. Otherwise, Chivalry Week went well, I think.

Bern's bridesmaid's dress still fits and fits well and looks very well with a snood! Ha!

Strangely enough, it did not feel all that strange to be wearing something Leonardo Da Vinci would not have blinked at. Quite cool, too, until the very end of the day.

The wedding was fun with much dancing. And Peter has so grown! My little waltzer!

Meeting with TD went well, thank God. Must still psych myself into play mode again. The crisis of "I can't do it!" ism seems to have passed for the nonce, thank God.

Mother is wonderful. And she makes great chocolate graham cracker thingies.

Alias is an AMAZING show. Go watch it now.

Thoughts have greatly changed regarding blogs. It's an interesting thing, although not unexpected, that to leave the cyberworld for a while makes one's interest in it completely fade. These pixels are not necessary for life, nor even really for amusement. What do they accomplish? Certainly, they are a means of communication...but they are not LIVING. One desires to read Frankenstein.

It is good to have friends.

Et, pour maintenant, je suis finis. Surely, there are other thoughts. Many need no public expression, although that may or may not reflect on the level of their privateness. Simply put, silence can be golden and not everything need be recorded.

Mood: Contemplative. Desirous of more free hours.
Music: None at the moment. Princess Moanoke in a bit. (Sp?)
Thought: I love my family.