Heaven knows if this is the logo that will stick, but I squee’d like a fangirl when Fred flang this my way. *heart palpitations*! :) Somebody on Twitter admired the enthusiasm Fred and I were showing for this project, the headlong no-holds-barred gung-ho go-for-itness of it all, which both pleased and bemused me, mostly because in the going-on-twenty years I’ve known Fred that’s always been how I’ve seen him handle projects of any sort, and which is pretty much my, uh, what’s that Latin phrase, not carpe diem, the other…
Revisions!
I still have a zillion things to blog about, but I’m only giving myself short windows because I have work to do, so today’s topic is revisions. :) My mother-in-law, blessed be her name, is here to visit, and has very kindly taken Young Indiana on in the mornings so I can go somewhere else to work. Now, my thought had been kind of to go to the Writers Centre, because, well, writers centre. However, as yer man said when I asked what time they opened, “Ten! …well, ten thirty.”…
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
So we went to see “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof”, a play I’ve read and seen the film of but have never seen staged. A review lies below the cut.
A pause to blog.
Yesterday was my birthday. It was also the birthday of many many *many* other fine folk, including but not limited to Esmerel, Silkblade, my ten-years-younger twin Novella with whom I have recently reconnected thanks to FB, Ardian’s little boy, and both Mr & Mrs BurgerEater. Also Marilyn Monroe, Morgan Freeman and Superman. Happy damned birthday to ALL of us! Bellinghman, in wishing me a happy birthday, said “May you achieve all you set out to do this coming year.” I thought that was as splendid a birthday toast as could…
little boys
Dancing! Looking all grown up