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Pictures!!!!

Witchy — Tue, 06 Mar 2007 18:48:36 GMT

Yea, I was able to set up a shoot with Scott Schappell From Schappell Photographics! I loved his pics of Jim Boz, and he's managed to find time in his scheule for me too! I can't wait! This Rakkasah might just be the best trip ever!

OHmygodohmygodohmygod!!!!

Witchy — Tue, 06 Mar 2007 16:30:10 GMT

Ok, So I just got an e-mail from Shukriya... I got a spot in the Rakkasah Sunday night Dinner Show!!!!! So I now have 2 performance spots in San Fran! That's 14 whole minutes of stage time! I love it! Doin' the happy dance in my chair... Oh yeah... Go Jaisan... It's your birthday... Well not really, but it might as well be! Ok, Oxygen is becoming an issue. (Must remember to breathe...) Ok, I'm going back to work now. Have to send these files in so I can get back to sewing.

Still breathing...

Witchy — Mon, 25 Dec 2006 02:59:43 GMT

Well for those who think that I fell off the planet... I pretty much did. I made it to South Carolina on Thursday mid day. I had a blast driving across country with my Dad. I'm still in denial about living in Florence, SC. But I have plans for tomorrow night to get together with friends, and I'm going to start looking for dance space next week. I'm also going to be starting my new job soon. Or at least sitting down with Mom and figuring out what my duties are going to be. So far she's mentioned 3-4 things that I need to do when I get started, unfortunately I was battling a migraine for the last several days and didn't think to write any of them down. I'm refusing to think about it until after the new year. I'm at loose ends as far as my stuff goes. who knows when I'm going to get it all unpacked and organized. I'm hoping next week to at least get it all moved upstairs, and out of the garage. I've been re-packing the fragile things since I need my clothes and fabric, but I still haven't gotten the rest of Mom's stuff out of my closet. I find this funny. she has a walk in closet roughly the size of most San Diego apartments... Which she shares with Dad... And she still managed to fill my walk in closet as well. Dad and I managed to excavate my room and bath room. Sort of. I still have to figure out what to do with the random projects that are filling up the the dresser. (she's as bad as I am about starting projects. But I at least finish most of mine.) I don't think she even knows what's in this room anymore. LOL I wonder if I can just throw things out with out her noticing... Probably not. But seeing the amount of stuff that she has in this house makes me want to get rid of more things. even though I managed to get pretty much all my stuff into 26 boxes and ship it I still feel like I have too much stuff. Gack. Oh well. I'll just have to turn all the fabric I brought into costumes and then I'll be ready to go. Well My friends, I'm goign to go to bed. Everyone knows that Santa will not come visit unless all the good little girls and boys are in bed. So I'm going to go to sleep. That and dealing with the family at dinner tonight made me sleepy. Good night! Merry Christmas, Happy Yule, joyous whatever!

Hissing…

Witchy — Thu, 12 Oct 2006 18:10:17 GMT

So what is the deal with hissing? When did hissing become a good thing? Where did this practice come from? I always thought that hissing meant something was BAD! It’s a little disconcerting to have people hiss at you when you are onstage. And I just can’t bring myself to hiss at other people. I guess it’s just one of those things that is going to have to go in the book under “things that make you go WTF?!?”

Why do the stupid ones have to talk to me?

Witchy — Tue, 19 Jul 2005 23:24:08 GMT

So I'm sitting here reviewing my week so far. I've been pretty successful at knocking things off my to do list, but ( and this is a big BUTT) I got interrupted yesterday to have my mug shot taken for a photo id for work. Not that I work anywhere that is high security, but for Festival of Sail we have to have them. Now I found out about this at the last minute. Because I rarely go down to the galley for anything other than a cup of coffee, and I spend just enough time there to doctor it up before leaving again. And since we turn in time cards as a dept I haven't been anywhere where the notices were posted. So I find out about this last week as the pictures are being taken. But you can also have them taken on Monday. I figure great I'll do it then. And proceed to forget all about it. So I'm in the middle of a doing some serious cleaning in the office when I get told I have to have my picture taken. No makeup, hair is a mess. When I ask why, they say it's for the festival, and by having the picture on it we are going to be able to cut down on the possibility of terrorism happening at the event. Never mind the fact that I already have an employee card, and not one, but three badges with my name on them! So they point out the terrorism angle again. Now I cordially detest the woman that is taking the pictures, I hate having my picture taken, and I'm sorry but we can't seem to manage to archive files in such a way that we can find them again... And ID cards are supposed to do what exactly? But the Director of Security says I have to, so I do. But I do not have to be happy about it. Besides, it's on something the size of a driver’s license, like they are going to be able to tell anything from that. So now I have this annoying woman telling me I have to smile and that I need to straighten up my head. Please I'm bent, twisted and sprained in at least 3 places, and I'm barely straight on a good day. So we take the picture, and I get halfway down the deck when she calls me back and insists on taking the picture again. (Eyes were closed) Who cares? The picture is an inch big like they are going to be able to tell what my eye color is anyway? And I only have to have it for five days. Four pictures and me really pissed of later I get to go back to work. Turns out that we only have to wear it on a lanyard for 5 days. We have to have it with us at work after that. But we don't have to wear it at all times... Yet. Please I don't wear my name tags and I can't keep track of my employee card to save my life. The only time I use my card is when I want to go to another museum. They say keep the new on in your wallet. Hello! I lose my drivers license on a semi regular basis and where do you think it lives? Now let’s get back to how this bit of bureaucratic nonsense is going to stop terrorism. Run that one by me again I must have missed something. Because I'm pretty sure that the assholes that learned to fly (in this country none the less) and then flew planes into really big buildings, had ID of one sort or another. So we know that was effective. And why do we have to wear ID badges for this event? We already have staff shirts and name tags. And how is this going to cut down on terrorism? There are going to be about 800 people with these tags, and about 400,000 people that are able to come in with no identification just because they were able to scrap up money for a ticket. Can we say moronic? And when asked what I would do if we hired new security people, I pointed out that I had been here for almost 5 years. And in that time we've hired all sorts of new people. Not one of the new security people ever questioned me when I told them who I was and where in the museum I worked. For that matter not one of them asked to se ID of any kind. (Shrug) Oh well. At least I have the joy of knowing that I'll be able to lose the damn thing quickly. Whenever a civilization gets large enough to require ID Cards find the first freighter out and be on it. The fall of civilization isn't long off. (Summarized from the Notebooks of Lazarus Long by Heinlein.)

Better than Chocolate...

Witchy — Tue, 21 Jun 2005 00:15:41 GMT

So I'm still looking for the warentee information, but this is going to be a good week. I had a fun adventure in LA this weekend. Great Morrocan food, beautiful dancers and good company. We had a mellow weekend and just puppy piled on the couch to watch movies. One of which was "Better than Chocolate." If you haven't seen it go find it! What a fabulous flick! But my friends have loved and pampered me back to mental health. I have flowers on my desk that look like a birthday cake, and got calls fom pretty much everyone that I wanted to hear form today. My friends at work love me enough that they went out and got me frozen yogart so I could have a guilt free birthday treat! So all things considered I'd definately rate my friends as better than chocolate, but just as decadent! Love them!

Warentee information please...

Witchy — Sun, 19 Jun 2005 14:38:04 GMT

Ok, so I'm wondering where the warentee infromation for life is. Because I'm defective. And once you hear about my week you'll see how I came to this conclusion. So I hear back about auditions for JBDCo. it's a no go. That starts the introspection. Yea! I get to play the game where I try to convince myself that the results of the auditon say nothing about what my friends think of me as a person and really say something about my skill set. So this week from the first has been all about ickyness. Next I manage to prove to myself that even though I am soon to be out of my 20's I'm still not capable of functioning as an adult. I still haven't managed to get my finances sorted out. Then by Wednesday the week starts lookiing better. I'm going to ignor the fact that I'm still back sliding into self-image issues for the moment. And that I've realized that I'm going to be single forever since I love children but never want to spawn any of my own. So Thursday good day great dinner, good company yea! Friday I get to work and find out that I have a meeting that I know nothing about! And the imp of the perverse has possesed my boss and she refuses to even give me a hint about it! I'm sitting there trying to figure out if there is anything I need to do at this meeting and she's playing mysterious oracle. Getting information was like pulling teeth. So we are having a meeting to get ready for a program that we are doing for "at risk youth." We all tromp down to our meeting space and then out comes the worksheet... and now we have to do this touchy-feely crap! Now it is one thing to rant, and another to talk about a problem with your friends so that you can get advice. It is completely another to have to "share" when there is no productive reason for it. If it ain't broke leave it alone! So the great joy for the day was sitting down with 5 co-workers and having to talk about "leaders/teachers/mentors" that have effected you life. What they did, how it made you feel and why. unh-hunh. 'Cause I haven't had to do enough introspection this week. And not only that, but we had to put it down on paper and the read it out loud for the rest of the class. Then we had to write down what qualities we'd add to that experience to make it "perfect" (right about now I'm thinking a gun would have done the trick. Will someone just shoot me ? Please?) As if this wasn't bad enough we had to then write down what our style of leadership is, and it had to be good stuff. So now we have to toot our own horn. And then having squrimed throguh all of this we had to pair up with the person across from us and have them tell us something about our leadership style that we might not know. (Is there a nice dull piece of paper near by? And does anyone know if it's possible to slit your wrists with one?) And there's my boss grinning like a fiend. She knows that I hate this shit. The only time I have really wanted to share was chemically induced. A bad reaction to hormones that should not be encouraged ever again! And then as if this was not enough of a glimpse of hell there is a wedding rehearsal starting up on the dance floor! Complete with trite love songs and giggling girls! So everyone else at the table is going all gooey over this and I'm just sitting there wanting to flay my skin in a continuous 1 inch strip! So all of this combined has made me think that I'm defective and should check the warentee papers. I don't want the typical American dream so I confuse most people. Kids are just icky stickies that are dependant on you for 18-30 years. Unlike a dog when the kids do something bad you aren't allowed to chain them in the back yard. I don't understand the need for the world to share inappropriately, and I'd rather chum for sharks and then jump in than be subjected to wedding anything. These are all things that seem to make up the core desires of 90% of the American public. So why don't I get it? Thus I have come to the conclusion that I'm defective. End of rant. You may now return to your regularly schedualed life.