A happy 25th birthday to Julie! (It’s kinda belated, because it’s already Sunday 15 June on the east coast – but where Julie is, her birthday is still in full force. As is, hopefully, the partying.)

Well, the kids are off for Dallas, and once again I am reminded of how much I loathe Philadelphia International Airport. I mean, honestly, who designed that damn place? The ramps are living, working example of chaos theory. Ugh. (Of course, that could just be the caffeine from the White Chocolate Mocha talking.)

Anyway, there’s no telling how long this day will actually be. (My day, that is. I know that the “literal” day is kinda fixed at 24 hours.) I was up at 7 this morning for the airport run, and I’m headed into NY for a tech rehearsal at around 1:30, and as anyone who’s ever been in theatre knows, there’s no way to know how long a tech rehearsal will run. Presuming the rehearsal lets out at a reasonable hour, it’s back down the NJ Turnpike for dinner with my family, and then…well, who knows.

Waiter Plotted Revenge Over Veggie Order?

It’s this kind of crap that makes me think twice sending my food back in restaurants. But, you know what? In the end, if my burger comes out undercooked, or the order’s not right…well, I’m the customer, and the customer’s always right. Right?

It’s been a while since we’ve done one of these…

As usual, image from BBC News Online.

So, I haven’t been the most prolithic blogger the last few weeks. This much is certain. I have no excuses for you – I’ve just been lazy.

So what’s been happening with me? Hmm…

I’m working on a show. Well, kinda. A friend of mine asked me to call her show for her. And hey, work is work. All I know about it at this point is that it’s called “‘Found”, we tech Sunday and Monday and open on Tuesday for 5 nights. If there’s a script, I sure as heck haven’t seen it.

There was dinner last week on Stacey‘s birthday. That was fun. I ate buffalo for the first time. At least, that’s what I’m told. I really couldn’t taste any difference. But Jen says it’s good for me, and I always listen to Jen (or else she’ll hit me upside the head – which hurts.)

I’ve been sleeping. A lot. Ah, sleep. There, I am a viking. I don’t quite understand why, but lately I’ve been sleeping even more than usual. Last Friday night, I came home from work, fell asleep at about 8pm, and didn’t wake up until around 2pm on Saturday afternoon. (Apparently several cell phone calls and loud door knocking failed to rouse me.) I don’t quite understand why I’ve been so tired, but that’s the primary reason there haven’t been any new re-views of late. Also, due to EXTREME SLEEPING! I missed several lunches and Fat Cat opportunities when Becca was home.

I know why there are interstate highways in Hawaii. Finally peeved enough by that Honda commercial, I turned to the internet to find the answer to this riddle. One Google search later, I found my answer: Hawaii has three (well, FOUR, technically) highways built as part of the National System of Interstate and Defense Highways. And since Hawaii’s three major freeways connect military installations, they qualify for the network and are signed as Interstates H-1, H-2, and H-3. (H-3, completed in full in 1997, is the highway used in the commercial, and is said to have some outstanding views.) There is, according to the information I have found, no plans for a bridge or tunnel to the mainland. (Yet.) Yet more useless knowledge crammed into my brain.

And, oh yeah, I’m buying a condo. This isn’t such a new development to most of you, and I would have posted about this earlier, but it turned out that the first place I signed a contract for was a certified Money Pit, of the Tom Hanks/Shelley Long variety. I have since broken that contract and have found another, much better cared-for condo in Canal Pointe – at least, that’s what I’m hoping the inspection on Thursday verifies for me. I’m keeping my fingers crossed until then. At some point, I’ll put up some “before” pictures and the floor plan. If all goes well, we close on July 10 – this doesn’t give me a whole lot of time to get the necessary work done (floors, lighting fixtures, painting, etc.) prior to when we have to be out of the Apartment o’ Fun on July 31, but I’m confident that we’ll make it. (Don’t be surprised if you read something about a painting party and/or a call for moving help in this space next month…)

That’s pretty much everything for now. Presuming I don’t get distracted by a shiny object, I’ll be posting more often.

After much procrastination, the photos from my London trip are up. Lookit the sidebar.

There’s no point in making shit up when the truth is so damned wacky.

Michael Jackson Sees Lawmaker Wearing Spider-Man Mask
Pop Star Takes Meeting To Demand Taco Bell Drive-Through

I wish I knew why, exactly, but I haven’t been sleeping through the night lately. Last night was probably the 10th night out of 12 that I haven’t been able to get through the night without waking up. All I know is I’ve probably been extra cranky lately because of it. (Today, incidentally, the problem was compounded by the power going out in the Apartment O’ Fun, so when I woke up at 5:30 this morning, I was greeted not by the usual white noise created by my fan, but rather a high pitched whine from my VCR, as it tried to muster enough power to reset its heads.)

On the upside, tho, I got an envelope full of income tax refundy-goodness yesterday.

Put your captions in the comments! Now! Do it!

Pretty much everyone who reads this blog knows about my obsession with The Blues Brothers. Well, one of the most infamous scenes involves a high speed chase scene through a shopping mall. Being bored at work today, I ran a Google search, and found out this interesting bit of info about the mall used in the film, courtesy of DeadMalls.com.

The thing that I find really facinating is that the mall had just closed at the time “The Blues Brothers” was shot, and the mall had been completely redressed for the movie. And the mall, or rather the shell of the mall, is still standing to this day, more than 20 years later, abandoned.