September 26th, 2005
|04:16 pm - I don't know, I don't really... buy... lunch meat...|
I think I'm coming down with something unpleasant. It just kind of hit me yesterday afternoon. My throat started to hurt, and this morning it was quite swollen. I don't have much of a voice. I'd almost rather have a splitting headache because I could take something for it. No sore throat remedy has ever delivered the degree of relief I'd like.
Regardless, I'm at work anyway. I have sick time, but I'd feel guilty taking the day off. I suppose I could have stayed home on the grounds that I'm contagious (which I must be -- many of my friends are exhibiting these same symptoms), but what would I have done with my day? It's just as well that I went to work.
Last night theenigma42 and I went to Broom Street Theater for 667: The Number of the Neighbor of the Beast. As usual I'm going to tell you that you should see it, but 667 is a really entertaining show. It's a comedy about the influence of paranoia in a small community. matchstyx's shows are usually allegories for the current political environment, and though 667 is no exception, the metaphor is very subtle, and the show plays almost as a straightforward comedy. If you've been curious about Broom Street but are worried about accidentally seeing something extremely violent or offensive, 667 would be a really good place to start. I'd really like to go again, and I think you should come too. 8:00, Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. Seven bucks.
Anyway, I have 45 minutes left at work, so I should probably, you know, do something constructive... While I'm busy with that, you can read one of those surveys that I never take because they ask too many personal questions. It's been a long time since I've filled out one of thems.
First Name: Colin
Named After: Nobody in particular.
Do I wish on stars: I live in the city so it's mostly satellites and airplanes.
When did I last cry: Six years and fourteen days ago. I don't cry. It's not that I'm unwilling or ashamed to, I just don't.
Last thing I ate: Tomato slices.
If I were a crayon I'd be: Dull.
What is the weather: Lousy. Not always, but as of this moment, it's lousy.
Last person I talked to on the phone: My landlord's voicemail.
Do you like the person who sent you this email? I didn't get it as an e-mail, actually, but Lindsay, Robert, Keith and Renee have all filled it out, and yeah, they're all better friends than I probably deserve.
Favorite Drink(s): As Kurt Harland once said, "there's a special joy in coffee, black."
Favorite Sport(s):         ball. Hey, you know what's wrong with that particular inside joke? Even the people who would get it won't get it.
Do you wear contacts: Allow me to rephrase that question: "Are you willing to jab your fingers into your eyes to look less dorky?" No.
Favorite Food: Maybe hummus. Or manicotti.
Last movie you watched: Little Big Man, which you should see if you haven't.
Favorite Day of the year: Any day which heralds the release of a new They Might Be Giants album.
Scary Movies or Happy Endings: Who cares? I'm really bad at suspending my disbelief, so although I appreciate fantasy, scary movies don't scare me (with the exception of scary documentaries). Happy endings get a bad reputation for being artificial, but "happy" does not categorically equal "contrived."
Summer or Winter: Spring and Fall.
What is your favorite dessert: Ice cream with a hat.
What is your favorite song: It changes from moment to moment, but Strictly Genteel by Frank Zappa is always a good bet. (Check out this really lousy MIDI version!). Museum of Idiots by They Might Be Giants is currently up there too, though.
What is your least favorite song: Low Rider by Whomever Recorded Low Rider.
Living arrangements: Two housemates, two cats.
What books are you reading: Presently none, though I have many which are sitting unfinished with a bookmark in the middle.
What's on your mouse pad: I'm writing this at work where I don't have a mousepad.
What did you watch on TV last night: I don't watch TV. We don't have cable, and I was living at my current residence for almost a month before I found out that my TV won't pick up local channels without an antenna...which I don't have.
Favorite Smells: Spring, roasting garlic, and the kind of spices which are popular in holiday cooking.
Rolling Stones or Beatles: I have never understood the popularity of the Rolling Stones.
Do you like your handwriting: Ha! No!
What is your favorite lunch meat: Gosh, I don't know, turkey, I guess.
When is your birthday: I tried and tried to come up with a witty answer that wasn't the same as Keith's, but I can't. It's June 11th.
If you were another person, would you be friends with you: Oh, hell no.
Are you a dare devil: Only behind the wheel of a car, which is not something I'm proud of.
How do you release anger: I really don't release anger, but I used to pray for a nervous breakdown so that I could.
Where is your second home: My parents' house, I guess. Work is probably more of a genuine second home for me, but that doesn't mean I like spending time there.
Do you trust others easily: ...no.
What was your favorite toy as a child: Probably something that broke.
What class in high school do you think was totally useless: Typinf.
Do you have a journal: No. Nope. Uh uh. No, sir. Nyet. Nein. No.
Do you use sarcasm: No. Nope. Uh uh. No, sir. Nyet. Nein. No.
Would you bungee jump: Depends on who's trying to talk me into it.
Do you untie your shoes to take them off: Depends on the shoes.
What is your favorite ice cream flavor? I've recently discovered that $4/pint coffee ice cream is the best and, paradoxically, most evil thing ever.
Shoe size: 10½.
Red/Pink: Red, I guess.
Who do you miss the most: Being comfortable giving an honest answer to a question like this.
Do you want everyone to send this back: No, it's fine if they just post it on their journals.
What are you wearing: Nehru jacket, moon boots, Beatle wig. I'm at work.
What's the farthest away from home have you been? I'd have to look at a map to compare distances, but Canada was certainly less foreign that many of the places I've been that are closer to home.
Current Mood: sick
Current Music: They Might Be Giants -- Museum of Idiots
Holiday smells, huh? I could try to find the good non-alcoholic wassail I made before I was old enough to purchase brandy. Simmering a gallon of apple cider with a dozen clove-studded oranges, a few cinnamon sticks and some nutmeg for 2 hours makes for one holiday-smelling living space. I could bring it over for drinking and throwing on trees.
...Then again, I think you might share my aversion to cloven fruit. There are several dozen wassail recipes out there. I'm sure I could find one that doesn't need cloven fruit.
Hey... That sounds pretty good. Of course, I'd rather not do it right now. My cold is probably taking away any sense of smell I have.
|Date:||September 27th, 2005 01:47 am (UTC)|| |
Thanks for the kind words about the show. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to talk to you afterwards, but I'm very glad you liked it!:))
Now who do I make the check out to?:)
So this isn't the kind of show where a big bald guy flaps his cock at the audience? I have only seen one Broom Street show and I will except no less than that!
|Date:||September 27th, 2005 11:59 am (UTC)|| |
I'll save that for my next show... just for you:)
|Date:||September 27th, 2005 03:35 pm (UTC)|| |
Yeah, uh, Brian, just FYI, I'm probably not going to make it to the next show. I'm not sure what I'm going to be busy with yet, but I'll come up with something.
|Date:||September 27th, 2005 02:00 pm (UTC)|| |
Aww, man. I guess we set the bar too high the first time. Well, you should still come see 667. Bring Kyle.
|Date:||September 27th, 2005 01:58 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: Now who do I make the check out to?:)
You know what, Brian? You can keep your money. 667 is a darn good show, and I'm going to convince whomever I can to go. Granted that with my friends this is going to equate to maybe four more audience members, but it's a start.
ball. Of course I get it. ;>
And I admire your dedication to proper text formatting.
I also understood the joke. We were stupid. We should do it again.