Blah-ditty-blah: 07/01/2006

well. i had the day off today, so naturally i only had to start work 3 hours before everyone else. . . . but overall, only put in about 7 work hours. . . not bad for a day off. . .

it was completely craptastic though. if the dude from batteries plus hadn’t let me in on the fact that lowes- a grocery i’ve never been to, carries dry ice- i may have had to institutionalize myself on the spot. you see a few days ago we NEEDED dry ice to test a fog effect. there was none in santa fe. so i was sent to los alamos to get some. as it turned out, i really didn’t want to be at work anyway, so the drive was a nice change of pace, though i would’ve liked it more had we actually tested the dry ice effect by the end of the evening. . . .oooooopsie! oh well. c’est la vie. . . or rather. . . c’est MA vie.

the noon time shopping/ traffic in this town is getting to me. it’s about as fun as screwing a chainsaw. . . . sideways. someone cut me off in a target isle and i honestly thought about punching him. in fact i took great delight in envisioning the entire scene of me just turning around and decking him square in the jaw. then it occurred to me that that particular action may land me in jail. . . . *lightbulb* a day off! honestly, the only thing that troubled me was the thought that i might lose my pocket knife while being jailed. granted, they’d confiscate all my on person possessions. . . but would i get the knife back after being released?

i did have the evening off. . . and let my brain fizzle out over some indian food and project runway. . . yeah! season 3!

why doesn’t indian food grow off the leaves of my house plants. . . it would make things soooooo much easier. can we get the bio technicians working on that?

lets see. . . what else. forgot my aunt’s birthday! dammit, still gotta get out a belated birthday wish.

i spent a decent amount of time inviting people to a free dress rehearsal of the show that i think is really worth seeing this summer. and i’ve been severely disappointed in the turn out. though there are a few people who are completely excited about the opportunity. . . and maybe that would make up for it. . . . had i not had a side screwing chainsaw type day.

ummm. . . . our participation in the prop tart coronation was rather successful. since it was such a lame theme- ‘all that glitters is gold’- we finally landed on ‘showering the prop tart queen in gold’ physically, it was a light fixture made to look like a shower head with golden light and golden tinsel streaming out of it. . . . but combine that with the earl of electrics arriving in his fake monthly bath and a bunch of sexual innuendoes. . . . and you have the prop tart queen receiving a golden shower from the early of electrics. excellent response to a craptastic theme- i think.

my boss during the winter, the technical director, is leaving the company after this summer. what’s really weird about that is that he announced it at a production meeting on tuesday, and i didn’t find out till that friday. -that means that even the rumor mill isn’t doing a good job of moving information around. . . . pathetic.

there’s this guy from another department that asked to borrow an inductive ohm meter last night. and the group of us kind of sat at the table all collectively thinking. . . ‘what a tool!’ the guy. . . not the actual tool. surprisingly i put the words together in my head and realized that he would like to borrow an ‘amp clamp.’ no one who actually owns an inductive ohm meter calls it an inductive ohm meter- that’s like calling a ‘slinky’ a ‘wave motion demonstrator’. . . . people who actually own this tool call it an amp clamp. . . . only complete assholes call it an inductive ohm meter. then, after trying to use it, he had to call my boss and ask for help. not me- the owner of said amp clamp. . . but my boss. -asshole! note to reader- apparently people who ask for an inductive ohm meter -instead of an amp clamp- also have no idea of how to use one.

he asked to borrow it again today. . . . and i made him call it an amp clamp before i handed it to him.- makes me wanna punch babies. . . and i’m not even close to my period! if only i had some super hero powers and could make peoples’ heads explode just by staring at them hard. . . . i’d have to deal with a lot fewer idiots.

let see. . . oh, the paint apprentice in the prop shop quit. . . . making three people to quit from props, one carpenter, one paint apprentice, and the lead prop painter-, yes the girl who was our roommate.

wow, i’m about to fall asleep at my computer. . . so i’ll finish off quick like.

pros for the past couple of weeks- new camera to play with, and new video ipod. now i can watch zefrank’s podcasts anywhere i can carry the pod. . . yay. honestly. . . . it just makes every public restroom into my own private livingroom with a tv and a can. brilliant!

i shall leave you with the immortal words of a friend of mine who i’ve been pushing to start a blog.

“however, if you should find yourself disturbed by any of the things you find herein, take a deep breath, close your eyes, and simply do as i do--blame erika. this blog is totally her fault.”

i blame myself.