Mar 13, 2019
So I made a cardigan my last semester of college, and I’ve always hated the fact it doesn’t have a hood. So I finally got around to making one.
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So I made a cardigan my last semester of college, and I’ve always hated the fact it doesn’t have a hood. So I finally got around to making one.
Had a hilarious Tuesday.
First, I didn’t know if I was a carp or electrician for four hours. Certainly both. But I spent a lot of time helping the carps move a practical fixture under a lighting unit. I totally forgot to think about stops, or moving the fixture to the practical’s previous location. As a result, some SM pulled to hard on the lines, the bulb fell out, and started a fire on the stage.
After having a summerstock electrician over for a smoke session last week. Last night, I had a lovely evening with a pair of carpenters for cocktails dinner and coffee. We made a ridiculously huge mess of my kitchen, but it was beyond worth it.
This coat has had ¢30 just rattling around at the beginning of its fourth season; sewed a quarter and dime trying to fix a ripped pocket. Smells faintly of cat piss when wet. Perfect Fall jacket downgrade, except all of the accessories are winter. Can’t decide if I hate orange enough to make myself some fall gear.
Is it wrong, as a bi male, to prefer to work thru Pride month as opposed to being able to attend my First Parade?
I hate genderless toilets
Don’t get me wrong; some of my best friends are trans*, and I fully support them feeling comfortable taking a piss. But when there’s only 2 toilets, both NB, and have to share them with an all girls dance company, I am suddenly heartened by the existence of a men’s toilet.
I really fucking hate getting unexpected* dick pics. Makes my phone feel dirty. Sure, he says it was an accident, but I didn’t really want to chat with him anyway, so it just feels worse.
Your momma’s so fat, Thanos snapped her away and solved the famine crisis of an entire system
Worked a band gig
Nothing motivates a sound strike like two noisemakers blowing out my boss’s system. They were pushing 115dB with just vocals and drums. Guitars were muted, Didn’t help the room was 750 sq. Feet. Wore earplugs and pretended to mix. Thank the gods they ended about 2 hours early.