Hate when I’m stupid

I remembered my phone, iPod, cough drops and soda this morning.
But, when I got to work and reached for my briefcase….
So, missing my laptop again. Sad.

But, it gave me a good excuse to use the icon Holly made for me.
So, if I use the mammoth, I’m feeling old, shaggy and wooly headed.

The Woman in Black

Holly and I went to see the play at the West End Theater up in Gloucester last night. (http://www.thewestendtheater.com )
We both enjoyed it quite a bit. I thought they did a great job with only two (sort of) actors covering a whole range of people in the story.
I’d say the third person did well too, but then I’d have to admit I saw her. And, if I saw her, then I’d be cursed too. Since I don’t need that in my life right now, I’ll just say that all people did a great job.
I’ve only got two regrets about it:
First, the place was almost empty. Hopefully it was just the Sox game and they usually get more people. I felt bad about them doing the play for only 3 people. It did make it seem more appropriate. In the play they are supposed to be doing it in an empty theater. So, it made the lines like “it will be different when an audience fills this place” more appropriate then I would hope they normally are.
Second, it is hard for us to get there. We left right after work, stopped only to drive through a burger place for dinner, and still only just made it. Even without traffic on the way back it was an hour and a half.
But, this is much more my preference in live entertainment then music. Hopefully as Holly and I look to do more things together, we can do more things like this.

Boogah, Boogah

As near as I can tell it started in ’77.
Star Wars had come out that spring and I was really, really into it.
For my birthday I had received a Darth Vader helmet, which I still own.
My cousin Carolyn, her husband Myron, kids Kim and Brian had come up to visit us for Thanksgiving. Her son was only a few years younger than me and also very into Star Wars.
I had my brother lead him down into the basement where most of the lights were off. As they walked through the basement I walked out behind them without them noticing, wearing the mask.
I did my best Vader breath noise. He turned around and went screaming (literally) out of the basement and refused to go back downstairs the rest of the visit.
I hadn’t really thought about that starting it all. But, that’s the first I remember. Never really intended it to be a habit. And, to be honest, I’m still a bit surprised about it. But, I guess it’s just a natural talent I should go with… What can you do?

Stupid work stories

For those who know where to look (where my work can't find them) there are a couple of stories about my work week.
I'm glad I'm not driving to CT right now. But, setting things on fire might have helped get the stupidity out of my head...