Back in Hingham

Warning to Vassar people: the following contains many references and names that you will not know, so I apologize.

I just got back from the after party after the after party of Mr Higgins' retirement party. This man was the drama teacher at my high school for 35 years, and boy, has he managed to build a fantastic community. All he had to do was say "Listening Club!" and put his hand to his ear to get over a quarter of the room instantly mimicking him, like we all did back in High School when he needed our attention. This is just one example of the fun, nice, quirky things that he did and that we all love him for.

Performing tonight was great! I very nearly nailed every part of my routine (I got the back-of-the-head catch from a five-ball cascade!) and had a blast rocking out to some klezmer music as I did so. The audience loved it and I got tons of congratulations for the rest of the night from people I haven't talked to in ages, with one recurring theme: "Why no fire?" Come on people, we were inside, in a rented auditorium! At least they were mostly kidding.

The rest of the night was party-hopping. First this place in Scituate called "Mount Blue" where a huge chunk of our party took over and instilled a big, loud, sweaty group of drama kids into an otherwise unassuming bar. I got to talk to a lot of people about a lot of nothing, the most productive of which was Amanda Diorio who I swear I've said about 5 words to in the past who for some reason throughout the course of the conversation became my best friend.

Perhaps it was the beer.

After that I took Adam home and went stopped in at Will Hanson's house, which contained another loud gathering of (somewhat younger) kids playing a game of Kings. I stayed to the outside and continued my conversation-hopping. We got kicked out when his parents realized that they wanted to sleep, and it was late and downstairs people were loud.

So here I am, updating my blog about really nothing, just because I feel good and loved and welcome at home and it is wonderful to be able to say that.

Because because because

More of the same. There is thunder and lightning outside and it is exciting. Perhaps I shall go research some pagan storm god and go worship it.

Because I like looking at myself

More of the same. Maybe I should work on finding OTHER people to draw...

Because I never had one in college...

I decided to actually try some sort of artistic "project" of sorts, which is largely self-diluted and partially stolen from someone else's idea. Basically I am using the tools I have at my disposal: a copy of Photoshop and a Macbook Pro photo booth camera. More on this as it develops.

Forced Creativity: Drawing my WoW character

You can't keep a good man down

So my computer broke, which lead to many hours of my fiddling with the underside of my laptop while gently stroking my trackpad like only a sensual lover can.

Several days, a bunch of Goldeneye 64 and a quick trip to Best Buy later I have broken down and bought and external, USB keyboard for my laptop.

Yes, my laptop is now a desktop.

This wouldn't be so bad, except for the fact that the only keyboard I could find that was below $60 is ironically too big to fit into my trendy Timbuktu messenger bag. I am, however, able to return to the world of online bloggery and other such technological time-wasting.

If anyone knows of a place that will fix a Macbook Pro with an expired warranty (not buying AppleCare = fail) for something short of an arm and a leg, let me know.

Like the great philosopher Calvin said...

..."there's never enough time to do all the nothing you want".

I shall relish my upcoming 5-day weekend so, so much. I say every week should be a three-day work week. Three days of work, two days of weekend, repeat. I'd love it. Let's get some legislation going on to see that plan through. 

Alternatively, I suppose we could just extend the weekend like they did in "Doug" by slowing down the rotation of the Earth and making "Funday" a new day of the week.