Life putters on as per usual.
Wednesday has turned into the weekly 'frantically catch up on blog entries' day, so that's how I spent that night. (Expect more postings as tonight goes on.) Thursday through Sunday was mostly eaten by the busy Much Ado performance schedule, though I managed to squeeze in some other activities. On Thursday and Friday, I scampered away from the Zilker Hillside Theater to catch LOST and Battlestar Galactica, respectively, at the Alamo Village. I spent a good chunk of Saturday afternoon watching the annual O'Henry Pun-Off, where improv peeps valetoile and wackyengineer took the #1 and #2 spots, respectively.
As usual, I felt absolutely beat to hell by the time Monday came around. The last two nights, I've been doing improv stuff -- Shana's longform class and the Tuesday jam (run by Wes Bain this time around) -- about which I'll post more later. The executive summary is that I'm doing okay and having a pleasant time.
Work is going well. I have a big project to work on. All of its 'hmm, how should we implement this?' logistics are out of the way, so I can quietly putter away at the code for a month or two while listening to music. This is a relief, coming as it does after several weeks of "OMG drop everything and fix this crash that only happens on alternate Tuesdays when the moon is full!" This sort of thing is common when you're late in a development cycle; you sit around trying to reproduce the Very Important Bug over and over, and it's both stressful and mind-numbingly dull.
Not much else happens. No time for music or writing this week. Heck, I didn't even make it out dancing.
The coming week looks busy. I'm seeing Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull tonight. Then the last weekend of the play starts up. That will be brutal; the weather is supposed to top out above 90 every day. (Heat + outdoor theater + multilayered costumes = ow ow ow.) Hopefully I can squeeze in a couple of dances, as well as the end-of-run cast parties.
Then I get Monday off for Memorial Day. I expect to spend most of it sleeping. Same goes for Tuesday and possibly Wednesday. But after that, I start gearing up for the trip to San Francsisco....
ps The local Improv Folk are planning an epic slo-mo battle royale. Huzzah!
It's well-known that the first words Alexander Graham Bell spoke on the telephone were, "Mr. Watson, come here, I want to see you." Less well-known is why he said it: according to Watson, Bell had just spilled sulfuric acid on his pants.
Mood: tired · Music: none