the mundane

i just used the "nextblog" button and was taken immediately to the stamp collecting round-up: interesting news, resources and links about stamps, stamp collecting and postal operations.

i promised tommy t. from d.c. that i'd at least try to make him famous, as i sat scribbling in my notebook @ the grand hyatt bar, waiting for grims to come go get mom. he went to law school in miami, is currently working on his mba @ marymount, has something by ashlee simpson stuck in his head ("you know the one...", "no, tommy, thankfully, i don't...") and pretends to play the piano when one of the ladies in the area asks him to turn on the recorded music that's piped in through said piano when there's no actual pianist, which is most of the time- it seems every lady in this bar except me is learning to play the piano (am i a lady? in the sense that they are? i was the only one who got carded, but age isn't the only determining factor, is it?).
i opted not to point out to tommy t. from d.c. that since neither he nor anyone else in the area has any idea who i am might suggest that my mention will, alas, not be one that makes him a household name.
i tried, though, tommy t. from d.c.

i had the fortune (good or bad, notwithstanding) to be @ au's newish (i.e. built long enough after i helped pay for it that my theatre dgreee didn't benefit) greenberg theatre watching the mystery of edwin drood the other night because grims required his students to see the show, and thus had to go too, and every now and then i get it in my too-quickly-forgetting-head to be a supportive wife.
i hate shows that require audience participation. i don't mind shows that use it, once it's not a requirement- when i pay for a ticket, i choose how active i wanna be. and the mystery of edwin drood is one that drags out unnecessarily. and i wished somebody'd pick up a cue like they'd rehearsed it to look spontaneous. and the singing was much better in act1 than act2. that said, act1 didn't hurt too much, except for the number of songs being much too big for someone who'd received no advance warning that being a supportive wife involved musical theatre. the list of musicals i willingly watch is plenty shy of requiring all my counting digits.

walk good.