“I did my best to notice…”
I really hate, when I try to do something good for someone who deserves it, that the result is only worse for everyone.
“…My sign is vital…”
I realize I am lucky.
“…My hands are cold…”
I feel nothing.
“…I’m on my knees looking for the answer…”
I don’t even know what to pray for.
“…Are we human…”
We make mistakes.
“…Are we dancer…”
We keep moving.
1/28/09
“I want you to know…”
Dear Charter,
Please put a note in my file that says that there’s an Internet outage in my area every time the power goes out, so that when I call in after the power goes out, you don’t treat me like a moronic liar who needs to be walked through a modem reboot 3 times and then scheduled for an unhelpful, unwanted, and unasked for router upgrade, as you have 7 times in 2 months when the problem is- and has always been- on your end.
ps Thanks for not hanging up on me the second time I called.
“…You oughta know…”
Dear Charter,
Please put a note in my file that says that there’s an Internet outage in my area every time the power goes out, so that when I call in after the power goes out, you don’t treat me like a moronic liar who needs to be walked through a modem reboot 3 times and then scheduled for an unhelpful, unwanted, and unasked for router upgrade, as you have 7 times in 2 months when the problem is- and has always been- on your end.
ps Thanks for not hanging up on me the second time I called.
“…You oughta know…”
1/27/09
“Walking on, walking on…”
Keep moving, back to whatever shattered remains of what slipped from my fingers to crash windingly into my side so that I recoil away, letting it fall, to create a symbolic splintered destruction across the floor through where I still must somehow proceed to exit.
Watch your step: this may hurt.
“…Broken glass…”
Keep moving, back to whatever shattered remains of what slipped from my fingers to crash windingly into my side so that I recoil away, letting it fall, to create a symbolic splintered destruction across the floor through where I still must somehow proceed to exit.
Watch your step: this may hurt.
“…Broken glass…”
1/25/09
1/24/09
1/23/09
No Shame tonight: 10pm Women’s Building, Olin 2.
Good chance of drama.
Good chance of drama.
“CRAIGSLIST MEDLEY”
or
“I FEEL SO CLINGY”
a one-act play within a one-act play in two acts
based on the play
“CRAIGSLIST MEDLEY”
by
LAURA CASTANON
adapted for the stage by
DANNY BRAVMAN and MELISSA DUCHIN
for
NO SHAME THEATRE
at
WASHINGTON UNIVERSITY
in
SAINT LOUIS
on
JANUARY 23, 2009
starring
FOUR GUYS
FOUR GIRLS
and
ONE LUCKY AUDIENCE MEMBER
with special guest appearance by
SATHYA SRIDHARAN
1/22/09
1/21/09
1/20/09
1/19/09
1/16/09
1/15/09
1/13/09
1/12/09
Some like to sit in the first 3 rows, some in the back 3 rows, some in aisle seats, with independent preferences well and good. Yet the confluence of individual opinions can affect the tardy, who can’t take a seat in the back, who can’t duck into the front, who can’t slip down a row, who can’t even climb over to reach the empty seats in the middle.
Lurking into law.
Lurking into law.
1/11/09
As tempting as giving Calypso a mouse with a broken right-button as a toy would be, as even she should realize that a mouse totally looks like a mouse, having her associate cords as the tails she instinctively wants to claw will be regretful.
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