Penguins in my dreams
Burrow themselves in my arms,
Chirping happily.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Birthday Party Baking
Over the weekend we had our annual tri-birthday party for me and my two friends, Sarah and Jeff. This year I decided to make the cakes as well as a couple of dips to tide people over for the evening.
Image sources: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.
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Cake 1: Pound Cake I pulled this from the Cooks' Illustrated cookbook my girlfriend's parents got me for Christmas. It was my first attempt at Pound Cake and I slightly overcooked it, but it still turned out fairly well. This was the "classy" cake and as such gave it to Sarah. |
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Cake 2: Chocolate Sheet Cake This one went to Jeff. If you love chocolate, you'll love this cake. I considered it the "common man's" cake of the group and it was very easy to make, though applying the warm icing was a mess as my sheet cake baked lopsided. This was probably the most popular of the three, followed closely by... |
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Cake 3: The Pig Cake This one was a bit weird and as such I gave it to myself. It's a boxed yellow cake mix with mandarin oranges in the batter and a pineapple whipped topping. While delicious, the frosting drowned out the flavor of cake, but that was probably good as I accidentally added double the margarine. |
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Dip 1: Salsa Probably the easiest thing I made and by far my favorite of the bunch. I would absolutely recommend try this out for yourself. That said, if you don’t have a food processor I can’t vouch for the consistency, which might alter my opinion. |
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Dip 2: Red Pepper Hummus It's so bad I'm not going to bother linking to the recipe. This used waaaay too much tahini, to the point where it just tasted like peanut butter. I tried to save it by adding more red peppers, garbanzo beans and lemon juice, but to no avail. Someday I'll find a good hummus recipe, but not today. |
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Dip 3: Spinach and Artichoke I honestly didn't try enough of it to give it a fair shake, but what I tasted I liked. We did end up throwing it into the food processor as we though the pieces of artichoke and spinach were too big. I'll probably try it again, along with the salsa, at the next party. |
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Dip 4: Buffalo Chicken Though it may not look terribly appealing, this was another incredibly delicious dish. Sadly, I don't think I'd ever make it for myself as it involves two sticks of cream cheese and a cup of ranch dressing. Evening sticking to low-fat versions of both it was a fairly rich dish. But I'll gladly make it for others. |
Image sources: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Daily Haikus - January 27, 2013
Spent the day cooking
Feeding the birthday masses
Cake, cake, dips, cake, dips.
Eleven Thirty
Is too late to talk outside
Lo, the cops arrive.
Real chai from a pot
Steeped and mixed with sugar, milk
Holds the rain at bay.
Feeding the birthday masses
Cake, cake, dips, cake, dips.
Eleven Thirty
Is too late to talk outside
Lo, the cops arrive.
Real chai from a pot
Steeped and mixed with sugar, milk
Holds the rain at bay.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Stories from the Dungeon (sans Dragons)
In 2008, five year years after their last edition, Wizards of the Coast release the 4th Edition rule set for Dungeons & Dragons. Having all played D&D back in the day, it was suggested by my friend Brian that our gaming group have a go at it again for nostalgia’s sake. That ‘go’ lasted two and a half years.
Now there are many entertaining stories from that campaign, but none more dear to my heart than that of time my character finally got what was coming to him in the form of an angry Owlbear.
Alabaster was my foppish Eladrin (think magically inclined Elves) Wizard of no small repute, but he suffered from a chronic case of being kind of a dick. He usually got away with it, but karma eventually caught up with him when our group stumbled into the middle of a brawl. Apparently a mother Owlbear and two of her cubs had stumbled into (and through) a Quickling village (tiny lightning-fast pixies. With knives.) and the residents were none too happy. As these things often do, it quickly descended into a free-for-all melee.
The quicklings thought we were attacking them too and Momma Owlbear was in a maternalistic frenzy and attacking anything that came within reach. The baby owlbears were having a great time chasing the colorful flying candy (and inadvertently trampling their little huts in the process), and, frankly, the PC’s had just suffered a fairly significant setback and needed to get back on the horse, so to speak. Spells were slung. Quicklings died. Mom was bloodied, which just pissed her off more. And the party was taking a huge beating. Finally, one of the cubs went down and mom snapped. She grabbed the remaining cub, flattened the largest building possible and hunkered down in the rubble. It was at this point that the party leader signaled the retreat. We were pretty messed up. Either of these groups would have been a giant fight. Both at once was too much to handle. So the party runs away into the forest, but Alabaster decided he wasn’t quite done having fun.
Turning invisible, he snuck up behind the Owlbear and her cubs and cast Thunderwave, sending the lot of them (and the rubble of the smashed hut) into another block of quickling huts. Alabaster then promptly teleported himself to the edge of the map as I giggled madly, thinking myself safe from repercussions. Unfortunately, I had completely forgotten that creatures could charge (and thereby double-move) and so the enraged mama Owlbear ran me down and tore me to pieces a square away from leaving the encounter. As the rest of the party had already escaped into the woods, nobody was around to save him.
Fortunately our DM was a generous God, and allowed my comrades to come back and recover what was left of my body in the hopes they could find a cleric and resurrect me. Unfortunately, at the time we were in the middle of vast forest with no towns or churches nearby that might offer such services. But they did find a forest witch, who for a suspiciously small fee was willing to give it a shot. It turns out her "best" involved vivisecting Alabaster and reanimating him as a giant Flesh Golem, who cheerfully spent the next few gaming sessions running around crushing everything in sight.
They eventually found a way to resurrect me into my original body (btw – casting resurrection on a creature made up of 35 other creatures….bad idea), but Alabaster will always remember those fond days as a hulking brute and the valuable lesson learned about fooling around with Owlbears.
Many thanks to Brian for filling in the blanks from my memory for this piece.
Image sources: 1, 2.
Now there are many entertaining stories from that campaign, but none more dear to my heart than that of time my character finally got what was coming to him in the form of an angry Owlbear.
Alabaster was my foppish Eladrin (think magically inclined Elves) Wizard of no small repute, but he suffered from a chronic case of being kind of a dick. He usually got away with it, but karma eventually caught up with him when our group stumbled into the middle of a brawl. Apparently a mother Owlbear and two of her cubs had stumbled into (and through) a Quickling village (tiny lightning-fast pixies. With knives.) and the residents were none too happy. As these things often do, it quickly descended into a free-for-all melee.The quicklings thought we were attacking them too and Momma Owlbear was in a maternalistic frenzy and attacking anything that came within reach. The baby owlbears were having a great time chasing the colorful flying candy (and inadvertently trampling their little huts in the process), and, frankly, the PC’s had just suffered a fairly significant setback and needed to get back on the horse, so to speak. Spells were slung. Quicklings died. Mom was bloodied, which just pissed her off more. And the party was taking a huge beating. Finally, one of the cubs went down and mom snapped. She grabbed the remaining cub, flattened the largest building possible and hunkered down in the rubble. It was at this point that the party leader signaled the retreat. We were pretty messed up. Either of these groups would have been a giant fight. Both at once was too much to handle. So the party runs away into the forest, but Alabaster decided he wasn’t quite done having fun.
Turning invisible, he snuck up behind the Owlbear and her cubs and cast Thunderwave, sending the lot of them (and the rubble of the smashed hut) into another block of quickling huts. Alabaster then promptly teleported himself to the edge of the map as I giggled madly, thinking myself safe from repercussions. Unfortunately, I had completely forgotten that creatures could charge (and thereby double-move) and so the enraged mama Owlbear ran me down and tore me to pieces a square away from leaving the encounter. As the rest of the party had already escaped into the woods, nobody was around to save him.
Fortunately our DM was a generous God, and allowed my comrades to come back and recover what was left of my body in the hopes they could find a cleric and resurrect me. Unfortunately, at the time we were in the middle of vast forest with no towns or churches nearby that might offer such services. But they did find a forest witch, who for a suspiciously small fee was willing to give it a shot. It turns out her "best" involved vivisecting Alabaster and reanimating him as a giant Flesh Golem, who cheerfully spent the next few gaming sessions running around crushing everything in sight. They eventually found a way to resurrect me into my original body (btw – casting resurrection on a creature made up of 35 other creatures….bad idea), but Alabaster will always remember those fond days as a hulking brute and the valuable lesson learned about fooling around with Owlbears.
Many thanks to Brian for filling in the blanks from my memory for this piece.
Image sources: 1, 2.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
For the Love of Injera
Saturday night I got my first taste of Ethiopian food and fell in love with their fascinating style of bread called Injera.
At first glance it looks like a very porous, thicker version of a crepe, and feels very much like foam padding or felt. My suspicion is that I could have made a very nice jacket out of the material, were I not constantly eating the damn stuff. The flavor is very much like sourdough, which was incredibly weird to me as it didn’t seem like a substance that should have that sort of taste. Fortunately it paired well with the food, so I got over the first impression quickly.
In Ethiopian cuisine the Injera takes the place of utensils and rolls of the bread are served with the meal, and the dishes themselves are presented on Injera. In our particularly case, we ordered three different dishes, Chicken, Beef, and Lamb Tibisi, and the chef threw in the Vegetarian platter as well and brought everything out on one giant Injera. To serve yourself you would simply tear of a piece of Injera, scoop up your desired filling and eat.
While the dishes were quite good (the chicken was my personal favorite), I think I ate more for the Injera than the dishes themselves. After the food was gone I continued to graze on the bread until we left. Suffice to say I will definitely being trying this out at home somewhere in the near future.
Image sources: 1, 2.
At first glance it looks like a very porous, thicker version of a crepe, and feels very much like foam padding or felt. My suspicion is that I could have made a very nice jacket out of the material, were I not constantly eating the damn stuff. The flavor is very much like sourdough, which was incredibly weird to me as it didn’t seem like a substance that should have that sort of taste. Fortunately it paired well with the food, so I got over the first impression quickly.
In Ethiopian cuisine the Injera takes the place of utensils and rolls of the bread are served with the meal, and the dishes themselves are presented on Injera. In our particularly case, we ordered three different dishes, Chicken, Beef, and Lamb Tibisi, and the chef threw in the Vegetarian platter as well and brought everything out on one giant Injera. To serve yourself you would simply tear of a piece of Injera, scoop up your desired filling and eat.
While the dishes were quite good (the chicken was my personal favorite), I think I ate more for the Injera than the dishes themselves. After the food was gone I continued to graze on the bread until we left. Suffice to say I will definitely being trying this out at home somewhere in the near future.
Image sources: 1, 2.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Daily Haiku - Weekend Edition (January 21, 2013)
Played Risk Legacy,
Friendships reduced to rubble.
Why do we still play?
Ethiopians
Make some amazing, weird bread
Bring me some more, please.
Amour's beautiful
Yet terribly heart-breaking,
But that's how love goes.
Friendships reduced to rubble.
Why do we still play?
Ethiopians
Make some amazing, weird bread
Bring me some more, please.
Amour's beautiful
Yet terribly heart-breaking,
But that's how love goes.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Daily Haiku - January 17, 2013
Mundane shorn with fear,
Arms flail as I run about.
Last minute reprieve!
Arms flail as I run about.
Last minute reprieve!
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Daily Haiku - January 16, 2013
Somewhere in Paris
Slumbers a winsome 'what if,'
Replete with corgis.
Slumbers a winsome 'what if,'
Replete with corgis.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
What I'm Playing - 'Escape: The Curse of the Temple'
'Escape' was a Kickstarter project from back in March 2012, which I only heard about well after the project had ended. Fortunately, there were enough copies made that I was able to get my hands on one through a reseller.It uses a mechanic that I've only seen in one other game, 'Space Alert,' which provides an audio track to be played during the game, limiting each game to exactly 10 minutes. But unlike 'Space Alert,' this is a ("real-time cooperative") dice game, which makes it much easier to learn and play.
In the game, you and the other players take on the role of explorers who have stumbled upon a cursed temple and must now flee for your lives. To do so, they must explore the temple and seek out the jewels hidden within, which are needed to unlock the exit. The game begins with three tiles placed face up on the table--the entrance tile, where everyone begins, and two randomly chosen rooms.
Each player is then given five dice to use which have special symbols on each side. These symbols are a blue key, a green man (2), a red torch, a black mask, and a yellow mask. The first four are used in various combinations to perform the actions you can take during the game which include discovering new rooms, moving into new rooms, retrieving jewels, and eventually, escape from the temple. When the black mask is rolled, that die is locked down and unusable until that player, or another player in the same room, rolls a yellow mask. The yellow mask will unlock up to two black masks.Off to one side of the playing space will be a holding pen for jewels, the number of which depends on how many people are playing. As the players explore the temple they will come across rooms where they can retrieve one, two, or three of the jewels. These are important because as a final hurdle to escaping the temple, every player will need to roll a number of blue keys equal to the remaining jewels.
The remaining component of the (base) game are thirteen face-down room tiles, plus the exit tile (randomly shuffled into the bottom four tiles), which are flipped over and added to the board as the players discover them. And with that, everything is in place to start the game.
Using the included CD, or in my case a digital audio track via my smart phone, you run one of the two soundtracks which kick in some very nice ambiance noises. In a few moments a booming voice says “BEGIN,” and then all hell breaks loose. Everyone is frantically rolling their dice at the same time, branching out into the temple in search of jewels and the exit. But a few minutes in, the ominous background noise is broken by the sound of a gong, which is the signal for everyone to race back to the starting tile. Failure to do so in the allotted time (denoted by the sound of a door slamming shut) means losing one of your dice for the rest of the game. This process repeats a few minutes later and then finally the gong rings three times, which means it’s time for everyone to find the exit and get the hell out of dodge. To win, EVERYONE must escape the temple. If even one man is left behind, everyone loses.
I’ve played about ten games now, some with the expanded rules and tiles, and I think our win rate is close to 60%, though it may be lower than that. But even the loses have been fun and every game has involved lots of good-natured yelling and screaming at each other. If you’re looking for more casual fare and don’t mind the noise, I would highly recommend picking up a copy of ‘Escape’ if you can find it.
Image sources: 1, 2, 3.
Daily Haiku - January 15, 2013
The scalding water
Sloughs off the dinner's remains,
And some of my hand.
(Ow.)
Sloughs off the dinner's remains,
And some of my hand.
(Ow.)
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Daily Haiku - January 14, 2013
Ice on the sidewalk:
Par for the course on East Coast,
Surprise in SoCal.
Drinking lots of tea,
Sucking on cough drops non-stop;
Not the best Monday.
Actors mill about,
Running lines under their breath,
Waiting to hear, "Next."
Par for the course on East Coast,
Surprise in SoCal.
Drinking lots of tea,
Sucking on cough drops non-stop;
Not the best Monday.
Actors mill about,
Running lines under their breath,
Waiting to hear, "Next."
Thursday, January 10, 2013
It's never too late to learn
With pilot season almost upon us my job is about to get very busy for the next five months or so. But outside of this hectic, deadline-heavy time of year my job tends to be fairly low-key. This leaves me with a lot of free time on my hands and in the past I haven’t been particularly good at using it efficiently.
I mentioned recently that I started learning French again via the website DuoLingo, and that’s been great in eating about 30-45 minutes a day, but that still leaves a lot of unproductive time that could be better spent. How could I fill that remain space? Where might I find the answers that I sought? And who exactly murdered Professor Plum in the Dining Room with the Lead Pipe?!
While the final question continues to elude me, the first two were given a potential answer by one of my friends, Emily. She had recently stumbled across the website for Coursera, which is a company that has partnered with a number of top universities in the world to offer some of their courses online for free. I have no idea how this is possible but I’m all for taking advantage of it. Here are two of the classes I’m currently looking at:
UPDATE: One of my other friends just mentioned Code Academy as another source of free, furthering education.
I mentioned recently that I started learning French again via the website DuoLingo, and that’s been great in eating about 30-45 minutes a day, but that still leaves a lot of unproductive time that could be better spent. How could I fill that remain space? Where might I find the answers that I sought? And who exactly murdered Professor Plum in the Dining Room with the Lead Pipe?!
While the final question continues to elude me, the first two were given a potential answer by one of my friends, Emily. She had recently stumbled across the website for Coursera, which is a company that has partnered with a number of top universities in the world to offer some of their courses online for free. I have no idea how this is possible but I’m all for taking advantage of it. Here are two of the classes I’m currently looking at:
Programming Languages (10 weeks; Workload 8-12 hours/week):I’m not sure I should jump in right now, but it’s definitely something I’ll pursue in the summer at the very latest. There’s always more to learn and I think continuing your education can only make someone a more well-rounded individual, so if like myself you find that you have a lot of spare time on your hands you should definitely check this site out.
Course Format: "Video segments have short question-and-answer sections, but the main work will be 6-8 homework assignments that will involve writing small programs. Students are likely to be asked to review a few solutions by other students in order to get and receive feedback on programming style. Critiquing other’s work and receiving comments about your own are invaluable learning experiences."
Introduction to Finance (15 weeks; Workload 6-8 hours/week):
Course Format: "The class will consist of videos, broken up into bite-size pieces with their lengths varying based on the topic. Almost every video segment will have opportunities for you to assess your knowledge. You are strongly encouraged to take every opportunity to work on the problems/examples before you view my analysis. There will also be standalone assignments every week that are not part of videos, and a (not optional) final exam. Doing the assignments is the way you will learn the material."
UPDATE: One of my other friends just mentioned Code Academy as another source of free, furthering education.
Daily Haiku - January 9, 2012
When all or nothing
Are the only options left
Measure twice, cut once.
Are the only options left
Measure twice, cut once.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
New Year Resolutions: Redux
Let’s start off by check back in with last year’s resolutions, shall we?
1. Have at least three uninterrupted two-month spans of going to the gym at least three times a week. MAYBE?Well, that's a little disappointing, but it's a good basis for a new round of refined (i.e., realistic) resolutions! So let's get cracking!
2. Volunteer once a month. NOPE
3. See a play every two weeks. NOPE
4. Go vegetarian for at least two weeks. NOPE
5. Make a video and post it online every two weeks. NOPE
6. Post to my blog at least once a week. YES (yearly average)
7. Cook a new dish at least once every two weeks. NOPE
1. Have at least three uninterrupted two-month spans of going to the gym at least three times a week.Hopefully this year I'll be a lot more successful in my goals. Fingers crossed!
2. Volunteer at least four times this year.
3. See a play at least once a month.
4. Go vegetarian for at least two weeks, starting January 14, 2013.
5. Film and post my two music videos ("Joe's House of Raccoon" and "Touch My Brownies") by April 1, 2013.
6. Continue to post to my blog at least twice a week.
7. Cook a new dish at least once every two weeks.
8. Find a new job (ideally in the Arts).
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Daily Haiku - January 7, 2013
Back on the treadmill
Huffing and puffing away
So long, Christmas pounds.
Things fall into place
My life’s metronome returns
Now, what song to play?
Huffing and puffing away
So long, Christmas pounds.
Things fall into place
My life’s metronome returns
Now, what song to play?
For Reals This Time, I'm Back.
Okay, for reals this time, I’m back. Though I got back into town on the 26th, I didn’t get back to work until yesterday, and a lack of routine made me lazy. But that all changes now! So let’s do a quick recap of what’s happened since we last spoke.
The trip home went really well. I had time to do everything I wanted (i.e., relax and archive comics AND see everyone) and then some. My trip to go see my cousins in Virginia Beach ended up being a trip to Williamsburg, where we hit up Busch Gardens and their winter festival of lights.
It was really beautiful once it got dark and even though most of the rides were closed for the winter, their newest rollercoaster, Verbolten, was still open and was an absolute blast. It did something that I’ve never seen a rollercoaster do before and scared the living crap out of me when it happened. In the hopes that some of you (**cough**Dad**cough**) might actually get there some day and ride it I won’t reveal the surprise.
We also hit Colonial Williamsburg the next day and enjoyed the beautiful weather outside while learning a little bit about American history. Fun fact: don’t ever try breaking into the home of a Colonial Williamsburgian. They like their guns.
That evening we had dinner with my sister and I crashed at her place, the first time I had ever visited in the ten or so years that she’s lived there. It’s a lovely place and the dog pack was thrilled (i.e., neurotic) to see me.
The next day I caught up with an old college friend in Fredericksburg and watch the entire first season of the BBC’s Sherlock series, which I cannot recommend enough. It is "hella amazeballs," as a 20-something Northern Californian might say.
Then it was back up north for early birthday celebrations with my father, which included two different performances, "A Trip to the Moon" and "White Christmas," the former of which was easily the most innovative stage production I’ve ever seen. I’ll probably do a separate post just on that later this week. We also had some bad-ass kabobs at Kabob Palace in Arlington, VA. If you’re in the area you should definitely check them out.
Christmas Eve was spent with mom and we made a fantastic shepherd’s pie which was in a recent issue of Cook’s Illustrated. We ended up using waaaaaay to many potatoes, but I’m not about to complain. Nothing like hot mashed potatoes in the dead of winter. Also, Ben & Jerry’s limited Key Lime Pie ain’t too shabby either.
Christmas Day was spent with Dad and more cousins and featured my beloved Salmon Log, which my cousin Maureen introduced to me years ago. Imagine salmon, spinach and crème fraîche inside a delicious shell of puff pastry. Jealous? Of course you are.
The next day I left to go back west, but not before the Winter Gods were kind enough to drop some sleet and hail on me. Fortunately it switched over to rain before the plane took off so the flight was a smooth one.
Good lord, this "brief recap" has become anything but. Okay, the rest will be quick, I promise.
I flew back on the 26th, stayed up until 3am playing Terraria with my girlfriend and her brother, spent six hours in tech the next day before putting up the first of two performances of Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson that night and then staying up until 3am again, because, why not? I slept in on the 28th, did the second and final performance of BBAJ and then had a show/birthday party afterwards and stayed up until 3am AGAIN. Did I mention I just turned 34? I’m getting too old for this. :P
I don’t even remember what I did that weekend, but I spent New Year’s Eve with my girlfriend and a bunch of the BBAJ cast. And the rest of last week was lost to a haze of laziness and computer games.
Wait! Lies! I was introduced to and watched all of season 2 of American Horror Story. AMAZEBALLS!
The End.
The trip home went really well. I had time to do everything I wanted (i.e., relax and archive comics AND see everyone) and then some. My trip to go see my cousins in Virginia Beach ended up being a trip to Williamsburg, where we hit up Busch Gardens and their winter festival of lights.
It was really beautiful once it got dark and even though most of the rides were closed for the winter, their newest rollercoaster, Verbolten, was still open and was an absolute blast. It did something that I’ve never seen a rollercoaster do before and scared the living crap out of me when it happened. In the hopes that some of you (**cough**Dad**cough**) might actually get there some day and ride it I won’t reveal the surprise.
We also hit Colonial Williamsburg the next day and enjoyed the beautiful weather outside while learning a little bit about American history. Fun fact: don’t ever try breaking into the home of a Colonial Williamsburgian. They like their guns.
That evening we had dinner with my sister and I crashed at her place, the first time I had ever visited in the ten or so years that she’s lived there. It’s a lovely place and the dog pack was thrilled (i.e., neurotic) to see me.
The next day I caught up with an old college friend in Fredericksburg and watch the entire first season of the BBC’s Sherlock series, which I cannot recommend enough. It is "hella amazeballs," as a 20-something Northern Californian might say.
Then it was back up north for early birthday celebrations with my father, which included two different performances, "A Trip to the Moon" and "White Christmas," the former of which was easily the most innovative stage production I’ve ever seen. I’ll probably do a separate post just on that later this week. We also had some bad-ass kabobs at Kabob Palace in Arlington, VA. If you’re in the area you should definitely check them out.
Christmas Eve was spent with mom and we made a fantastic shepherd’s pie which was in a recent issue of Cook’s Illustrated. We ended up using waaaaaay to many potatoes, but I’m not about to complain. Nothing like hot mashed potatoes in the dead of winter. Also, Ben & Jerry’s limited Key Lime Pie ain’t too shabby either.
Christmas Day was spent with Dad and more cousins and featured my beloved Salmon Log, which my cousin Maureen introduced to me years ago. Imagine salmon, spinach and crème fraîche inside a delicious shell of puff pastry. Jealous? Of course you are.
The next day I left to go back west, but not before the Winter Gods were kind enough to drop some sleet and hail on me. Fortunately it switched over to rain before the plane took off so the flight was a smooth one.
Good lord, this "brief recap" has become anything but. Okay, the rest will be quick, I promise.
I flew back on the 26th, stayed up until 3am playing Terraria with my girlfriend and her brother, spent six hours in tech the next day before putting up the first of two performances of Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson that night and then staying up until 3am again, because, why not? I slept in on the 28th, did the second and final performance of BBAJ and then had a show/birthday party afterwards and stayed up until 3am AGAIN. Did I mention I just turned 34? I’m getting too old for this. :P
I don’t even remember what I did that weekend, but I spent New Year’s Eve with my girlfriend and a bunch of the BBAJ cast. And the rest of last week was lost to a haze of laziness and computer games.
Wait! Lies! I was introduced to and watched all of season 2 of American Horror Story. AMAZEBALLS!
The End.
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