D: NaNa, do you like this music (plays a Screamo song)?
NANA: What is it? It sounds like animals fighting.
CRIMSON: (laughs!!!)
D: NaNa, do you like this music (plays a Screamo song)?
NANA: What is it? It sounds like animals fighting.
CRIMSON: (laughs!!!)
Crimson (typing, typing typing):
CoWorker (who sits in cubicle in front of me): Hey Crimson, when does the book get published?
Crimson: Huh?
CorWorker: Sounds like you’re typing a book back there.
Crimson (chuckles): Actually I am writing about the weather. (sends via email to CoWorker)
Dear Diary,
Another Monday at work. But at least it is a four day week and it isn’t too busy because a lot of people are on vacation this week. It looks like we will get no snow this week and maybe a little bit of rain with above freezing temperatures. Yay! Usually this time of year it is about –8 degrees Celsius and right now it is +8. Woohoo! I am sure we will get slammed in January and February though with snow storms and ice but I will enjoy the nicer weather while it lasts.
CoWorker (sends back via email):
Dear Diary,
I got into another drunken stupor last night and only recall flashes of having group sex with a trapeze artist and some circus midgets. Oh well, at least the weather’s nice ?
Signed,
Desperately seeking sobriety
I was on Twitter tonight. Wow, that form of social media is so hard for me since I tend to be verbose and I am not a fan of overusing netspeak to shorten things up. It’s probably why I don’t have many tweets when considering the length of time I have had a Twitter account. For some reason I find reading something that has a lot of slang to be jarring when I read it, like hearing brash, sour notes in a delicate sonata or reading numerous repetitions of the F word in a Shakespeare sonnet. It just disrupts the flow of language. I am not against the evolvement of language, the lexicon of the English language changes everyday and there is nothing that will stop that. I am not a language snob, and I don’t try to throw in fancy vocabulary to make myself appear smart. Goodness knows that the more I learn the more I realize how very little I know. I took a Mensa test once and got a 129 but I read these informed, well reasoned opinion pieces on various topics I find interesting and I feel so unintelligent in comparison.
When I get this introspective it usually means I am in what I call a low cycle (I am bipolar). It’s the time of year. Crappy Christmas related memories from childhood and melancholy memories from my teen years. Some of them I can’t figure out whether I should be sad or happy. When I was 18 my best friend died as the result of a car accident. The last time I saw her was on Christmas Eve. I am grateful that the last words I ever said to her were that I loved her but infinitely sad that she is gone and that this event that should be a joyous occasion has just become a yearly reminder that I will never see her again, never hear her amazing laugh that conveyed just how much she loved life, never hug her, never talk about boys and relationships, never share our dreams for the future with each other. I cherish the wonderful memories I have of her but I deeply long for the memories we could have made but never got the chance to.
S and I have a busy winter and spring coming up for plays. He is in a production of Pippin as the little boy Theo who is the son of a young widow. I’ll be doing props and costume changes for that one. Rehearsals for that one overlap with a production of Oliver where he will be playing one of the orphans. I am not sure what backstage work I’ll be doing for that one if any. Then I have a production of Cabaret where I will likely be running the lighting boards. At least for Cabaret I won’t have weeks and weeks if rehearsals to go to, it will just be tech week and the run of the show. I adore theatre though so I am really looking forward to it.
I just saw someone walking down the hallway wearing a black trench coat and black fedora low on his brow. I had to resist the urge to ask him if I could buy a letter E.
Son (who is 7 years old): I’m going to see if they have any candy left.
Crimson: Looks like they don’t, sorry sweetie.
Son (looking sad): What did I ever do that I got bad karma?
Crimson: (LAUGHS!!!!)
Crimson & CoWorker#1: (discussing physics, the relation of space and time, bending of space, how time moves slower the faster you move, etc)
CoWorker #2: I took a little blue pill once and found myself beating on a cow bell for an hour once, does that count?
Crimson: I think that was the wrong ‘blue pill’ (laughs). Did you happen to see the letters LSD stamped on it?
CoWorker #2: No, that’s what confused me.
Crimson: I think he took it rectally
CoWorker #1: Yeah, that’s not how it’s rectumended.
So sad that ‘Chuck’ is finished filming. It is one of my favourite shows especially since I work for a computer servicedesk. I totally want the Nerd Herd desk for my cubicle. LOL! I think I will have to decorate my cubicle in tribute. At least there are episodes left to watch especially over the holidays.
The scavenger hunt is now over. My team got a lot of entries in so now we wait to see how many points we got. Send some positive thoughts into the universe for us to win please…lol. I probably would have done more stuff but with work, finding out my grandmother passed away, and the play, it was a very very hectic time.
I had a lot of fun though and will definitely do it again next year.
~ Crimson ~
D – Daughter
H – Husband
M – Mother
S – Son
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ATC – Artist Trading Card
RAK – Random Act of Kindness
RPG – Roleplaying Game
Note: When it comes to postings of conversations and emails I take a little literary license with them to remove any identifying information or add a few words to clarify the context of a conversation so posts are not always verbatim.