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Welcome to the Realm of the Sun King!

His Highness, the SolarMonarch, welcomes you to his corner of the internet. The place is stacked high with anecdotes, lectures, round-table discussions, laments, caprices, and, of course, proclamations. Mind your step, but don't mind the madness.

Be respectful, share your thoughts, and have some fun - but if you can't be nice, carry on to Junebug's Isle with y'moon face and moody self.
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Apr. 6th, 2009 @ 08:54 am Whither, Weekend?!
Jiminy Christmas. This weekend was busy! Fun, sure, but busy as all get out. As lazy as I have been in recent months, it was a nice change to look back on everything I had accomplished, though. Check out this brief recap...Collapse )

I miss having lazy weekends, sure - but if all this stuff I'm doing pays the dividends I'm hoping for, these extra days of work will have been terrific investments, indeed!
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Apr. 2nd, 2009 @ 09:06 am Don't Touch the Queen!
"No matter how silly the idea of having a queen might be to us,
as Americans we must be gracious and considerate hosts."
-Frank Drebbin (Leslie Nielson), The Naked Gun

So, on BBC World News America last night, the big story was the Michelle Obama/Queen Elizabeth II "hug heard 'round the Palace" - even though the consensus among the reporters from BBC America seemed to be "eh, Her Majesty didn't seem to mind." There's an article from Time.com expounding upon the hug - and denoting that the Queen touched the First Lady's back first. If you haven't seen the video of it, the way they were standing, this touch naturally lead to the sideways, intercontinental embrace.

My personal favorite line in the story, though, was this: "Less explicable was when President George W. Bush winked at the Queen." His legacy lives on!

Now, I don't know all of the politics and whatnot in the UK, but in my almost complete ignorance, I must say that a hug between national leaders can only be a good thing. Furthermore, and this is a complete assumption on my part, I would reckon the Queen lives a pretty isolated existence. Perhaps a hug every now and then would be welcome in such circumstances.

But, that's just me - your opinions may vary.
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Mar. 31st, 2009 @ 11:10 am The Dog Is Smarter Than He Acts...
So, this morning I awoke to a cold, dark, drizzly day. I pulled the blanket off the pooch and he looked up at me as if to say "You have GOT to be kidding me." I gave him a scratch on the head, picked him up out of his warm spot, and took him outside for his morning potty break. When we came back inside, I disconnected the leash and prepared his breakfast and a pot of coffee. When I turned back around, though, he was gone.

Little devil had snuck into Ms. K's room to get his snooze on.

So, I went about the morning routine - showered, dressed, got all my stuff together - without my usual canine shadow. "I guess he's alright with missing his 'goodbye treat,'" I thought to myself.

As soon as I picked up my keys, I heard the muffled "k'thump" of him jumping off Ms. K's bed, and the jingling of his tags as he ran to perch by the front door for his customary morning Milk Bone.

Little stinker. I'd wager a dollar to a doughnut that after he finished he went straight back to her bed.
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Mar. 30th, 2009 @ 11:39 am Happy Birthday, Buddy!
Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
Well, the pooch turned 2 on Sunday. We celebrated with a slice of sandwich ham and a romp in the backyard. The cute little devil has been behaving so very well of late! He makes his daddy proud. :-)

In other news, I got a call from the out of town theatre that booked us for May - and we're going to be inking a HUGE contract in the next couple weeks. Granted, in the greater scheme of things, there are many contracts that are much bigger - but this is a first for me.

I'm not used to that many zeroes!

On the whole, everything is proceeding beautifully - even if I'm left feeling a bit wrung out. At the end of the day, the fruits of my labor will be sweet, indeed. :-)
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Mar. 3rd, 2009 @ 10:08 am The Fractured Fairy Rides Again!
In much the same way that any airplane the President is on automatically becomes "Air Force One," whenever the Flying Buttresses take a road trip, the car becomes, for the moment, The Fractured Fairy. This weekend, Miltie and Fanny will be hauling out of town for the cobblestone streets and decadent dining of our favorite destination: New Orleans!

I haven't been on trip out of town in 22 months. The respite will be most welcome! :-)
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Feb. 27th, 2009 @ 10:28 am Improv Clip of the Week
Current Mood: amusedamused
Okay, so, the Extemporaneous Theatre Company is now putting a "Clip of the Week" on the website.

So, if'n you need a chuckle on this (in Birmingham, anyway) stormy Friday, then go ahead and watch some funny! (Please note - the clip contains the word "sh*tty" - so watch at work at your own risk. Or with headphones.)

Aren't they brilliant?!
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Jan. 30th, 2009 @ 09:21 am ...and another thing!
Two headlines from the Yahoo! News dealie - right next to each other:
Economy shrinks at 3.8 percent pace in 4Q (AP)
Signs advertising sales are seen outside a hardware store in Islip, New York January 29, 2009. The number of Americans claiming jobless benefits hit a record high in mid-January, while orders for long-lasting factory goods fell for a fifth month in December, according to data on Thursday that showed the economy in steep decline.
Exxon Mobil shatters US record for annual profit (AP)
Exxon Mobil Corp. on Friday reported a profit of $45.2 billion for 2008, breaking its own record for a U.S. company, even as its fourth-quarter earnings fell 33 percent from a year ago.
This just goes to show that tripling the price on a de facto indispensable product will make you tons of money and leave everyone else grasping at financial straws.

Congratulations to Exxon Mobil Corp. You've just been awarded the Royal Order of the Insufferable Jackass - and a one-Monarch boycott - for being Profiteering Bastards™.
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Jan. 30th, 2009 @ 08:54 am Today's Big Question of the Day
So, this morning, I see a news story online - the lead paragraph for which is:
The woman who gave birth to octuplets this week has six other children and never expected to have eight more when she took fertility treatment, her mother said.
Fertility treatment?! Really? When you already have SIX CHILDREN?! REALLY?!

In the interest of being fully informed, I went ahead and read the whole article just now. Full Text HereCollapse )Is it just me, or does there seem to be something seriously creepy and unbalanced about this thing? Granted - I'm seeing it all in plain text through the eyes of a reporter, so it's difficult to say for certain exactly what's what - but there seems, IMHO, to be something out of whack with this whole thing. Who sired all these kids? And why is Grampa "Ed" being so secretive and confrontational? His quote to the reporters that "You are never going to know where [our huge house] is" seems almost taunting and threatening to me. Then again - I didn't hear his inflection, and I don't know if he was trying to escape dogged paparazzi when he said it.

Anyway. 14 kids. If they have 14 kids who have 14 kids... this lady will have almost 200 grandchildren over 2,500 great-grandchildren. Christmas is gonna be a bitch!
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Jan. 27th, 2009 @ 02:42 pm *sigh*
I opened my snack drawer in my desk just now.
NOTE: Yes, I have a drawer in my desk where my snack stash is stored. I rarely carry cash, so I buy snacks in bulk at the bookstore. In my last office, half my drawers were committed to long-term storage of old crap, so when I moved, I didn't have enough stuff to fill up my desk anyway.
There's nothing in the snack drawer but a couple of empty bookstore bags and two containers containing the leftover dust from their long-ago-eaten cargo of chipotle flavored peanuts.

Fond as I am of chipotle dust, I reckon I'll be heading to the bookstore when I finish writing the page I'm working on.

Only a little more code to go. We now return you to our regularly scheduled work day.

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Jan. 21st, 2009 @ 02:20 pm Being a Sorcerer Ain't All Cracked Up What It Oughtta Be
So, tomorrow night we open Camelot. I never thought I'd make it.

Last night, I was disturbed to see one of my nymphs (I'm surrounded by 5 of them whenever I'm onstage - they represent my magic) kept having to run out the stage door and be sick in the parking lot. This morning, I was even more disturbed to feel as wretchedly nauseated as I did.

I've never once hoped so badly that I had consumed an ill-prepared meatball hoagie. If it was the sandwich that left me on the couch all day today, then I'll be hunky dory for tomorrow. If not... I may be in misery.

I don't think my nymph nodes are swollen... (See, it's a pun on "lymph" because... nevermind. Very tired again all of a sudden.)

So - chicken foot! Bad meatballs beats pernicious gastrointestinal unpleasantness any day of the week.
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