Brains Optional

Moving is like totally THA BEST no just kidding my hand must have slipped what I meat to type was THA PITS!

Phew. Okay. Will use punctuation from now on.

Well, y'all, this is just a (possibly redundant) post to offer some observations about three things:

1. The art/life balance
DOES NOT EXIST. As in, the balance doesn't exist. If you know anyone who does actually balance art and life perfectly in a lovely, 50-50, happily bobbing little scale, please introduce them to me. What we should really be talking about is, on any given day, the status of the art/life all-out war. Maybe I'll start a tally board. In fact, I think that's a really good idea. When life starts racking up too many points, art gets to go crazy for a few days.

Bugzooka

Well, I am extra-bad at blogging. It's been, what, a month since my last post? Three weeks? Pathetic. Much of this is due to the living-on-a-mountain-with-spotty-internet problem. By the time I have done ten internet rain dances, given burnt offerings at the altar of the most holy router, and achieved an hour of work in a mere afternoon, if I tried to do anything else my computer would very likely end up out a window. It's pretty pathetic that we're living in one of the most beautiful places in the world, and I'm complaining about the internet, but there you have it.

Some of my basic-human skills have actually improved from this situation, however. There is no radio, so I download podcasts onto my phone when we drive into the big city. (By which I mean small city with several gas stations and a Chipotle.) But when those run out, it's just me and the birds, chirping away, and the bugs. The bugs landing on things. Which I can hear, anywhere in the house, and which makes me freeze, look around furtively, grab my trusty Bugzooka, and go on the prowl.

Hey Y'all!

It has been almost exactly a year since my last post. And I didn't even plan it that way. I am just that good at being a really, really shitty blogger. Yesssss.

I am spending this summer in beautiful Rappahannock County, Virginia, where I will be performing the role of Most Excellent Wifey to hubby's Mildly Neurotic Tenor. Things are going well so far. We wake up, I make breakfast, he showers, I put on running clothes, we eat, he does the dishes, I slather myself in ten different kinds of sunblock, we drive to rehearsal, I run, practice, enjoy rural Virginian (mis)adventures, write pathetically underpaid and highly fabulous copy for people in Indonesia, (that's I a lie, I don't actually know where they live but I'm pretty sure it's not Sperryville) at the local library, and then go pick him up from rehearsal. I usually watch the last bit every day, and it makes me realize how much I love theater. Although I obviously would much rather be on stage, too, it is fun just to be around a production in rehearsal. There's no business like show business, and there's no people like the crazy mofos who actually do this for a living.

This is not a picture of me in Virginia, but it IS a picture of how I feel.

So, to cut the potent and pungent copy writing with something a little less brain-drainy, I'll be back to blogging as much as I can. I'm funny! I'm fun! Read my blog! :-)