Catching up on the past four days
Aug. 8th, 2005 11:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrixrefugeeWork and the Selina nonsense scrambled my head up. I haven't posted anything decent since then, so I'd better post a catch-up entry.
Thursday/Friday: Besides going to Lowell to get one last day of free print-outs at the Computer Lab and going to the Vokes Theatre with my folks (We may be going back next season when they do Peter Shafter's "Amadeus"; we saw the movie years ago... ironically on the 200th anniversary of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's death. I read the play when I was in between high school and college.), I also nipped into the "record" store around the corner from us: I found the soundtrack to "A Clockwork Orange" among the used CDs and snapped it up. Classical music reworked as electronica is really horrorshow. ...And I don't know if this means I'm turning into a fanbrat goth (ie. a kindergothen, a baby bat), but I found Evanescence's "Fallen" album in with the used CDs as well, so I got that. I listened to it at least three or four times on Friday night, and I ended up having to borrow some of Constantine's Holy Hand Grenades to exorcise the songfic killer plotbunnies that started hopping around. It's terrifying how well half the songs on that album fit into the "Constantine" fandom. If I ever did a soundtrack album for some of my fanfics (mostly in progress), I'd probably end up using a bunch of them, though that would irritate the Demon Hunter as I know him...
Saturday: That time of the month is looming up, and considering recent upsets, I crashed emotionally while I was at work. I was literally running on emotional fumes while I was trying to deal with three different customers bugging me about prices on a slew of items, *while* I was trying to straighten out the bread aisle. I had to let Flood front for several minutes while I sought the answers: Since he technically has no emotions, he can handle a whole lot of stimuli at once without snapping. That and he's very polite, albeit in a stiff manner. Finally, I managed to drag myself to the ladies room where I let myself cry for several long minutes. I was a mess: I started having suicidal ideations again. I mean, it would be so easy to off myself in a place like that... But Constantine stepped in -- or out, rather, and started giving me a verbal drubbing. Now, that might seem harsh, but it's how he works. He's *not* a cuddly guy, though he's a good guy when no one's looking. And I have to admit, his methods are effective; you might think it would be enough to break me, but it actually succeeds in beating the self-pitying snot out of me and making me mad enough to get up and keep going. He's like a guardian angel that way.
As I mentioned, I got let out early, which I took as a mental health day. When I came home, my mom had one of the PBS stations on the TV: they showed a couple concerts by the flamboyant light-classical violinist Andre Rieu and his little orchestra. This guy does *not* do your typical stiff classical concerts: You'll see people of all ages in the audience, some of them getting up and dancing in the aisles, or singing along with the pretty girls in the small chorus that's part of the group. And the orchestra itself doesn't stick to the black and white dress code that you find on most orchestras: the guys all wear these interesting 19th century formal suits and the ladies wear 19th century ball gowns: lots of character and lots of characters in that group! At one point, when they were playing a Spanish dance, someone (or a couple of someones) dressed in a cutesy bull costume came prancing down one of the aisles and started sniffing at the carnations in boxes along the front rim of the stage, just like H.H. Munro's "Ferdinand the Bull" (anyone here remember that cute old-fashioned kid's book?); then this chubby lady in a baggy red tent dress got spooked and ran up one of the aisles, whereupon the bull started prancing after her! I laughed so hard my sides were aching, which is just what I needed.
Sunday: Wound up *not* going to Mass since my poor father had a panic attack on his way home from work. Other than that, I spent the day recharging my batteries.
Today/Monday: Short shift today, and I've been poking at a few fics. I've also taken care of some much-needed housework on this LJ, sealing up some cracks against drafts... And come to find out that a certain fanbrat rated a thread on "fandom_wank" over on journalfen.com. To my understanding, it ain't the first time.
Thursday/Friday: Besides going to Lowell to get one last day of free print-outs at the Computer Lab and going to the Vokes Theatre with my folks (We may be going back next season when they do Peter Shafter's "Amadeus"; we saw the movie years ago... ironically on the 200th anniversary of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's death. I read the play when I was in between high school and college.), I also nipped into the "record" store around the corner from us: I found the soundtrack to "A Clockwork Orange" among the used CDs and snapped it up. Classical music reworked as electronica is really horrorshow. ...And I don't know if this means I'm turning into a fanbrat goth (ie. a kindergothen, a baby bat), but I found Evanescence's "Fallen" album in with the used CDs as well, so I got that. I listened to it at least three or four times on Friday night, and I ended up having to borrow some of Constantine's Holy Hand Grenades to exorcise the songfic killer plotbunnies that started hopping around. It's terrifying how well half the songs on that album fit into the "Constantine" fandom. If I ever did a soundtrack album for some of my fanfics (mostly in progress), I'd probably end up using a bunch of them, though that would irritate the Demon Hunter as I know him...
Saturday: That time of the month is looming up, and considering recent upsets, I crashed emotionally while I was at work. I was literally running on emotional fumes while I was trying to deal with three different customers bugging me about prices on a slew of items, *while* I was trying to straighten out the bread aisle. I had to let Flood front for several minutes while I sought the answers: Since he technically has no emotions, he can handle a whole lot of stimuli at once without snapping. That and he's very polite, albeit in a stiff manner. Finally, I managed to drag myself to the ladies room where I let myself cry for several long minutes. I was a mess: I started having suicidal ideations again. I mean, it would be so easy to off myself in a place like that... But Constantine stepped in -- or out, rather, and started giving me a verbal drubbing. Now, that might seem harsh, but it's how he works. He's *not* a cuddly guy, though he's a good guy when no one's looking. And I have to admit, his methods are effective; you might think it would be enough to break me, but it actually succeeds in beating the self-pitying snot out of me and making me mad enough to get up and keep going. He's like a guardian angel that way.
As I mentioned, I got let out early, which I took as a mental health day. When I came home, my mom had one of the PBS stations on the TV: they showed a couple concerts by the flamboyant light-classical violinist Andre Rieu and his little orchestra. This guy does *not* do your typical stiff classical concerts: You'll see people of all ages in the audience, some of them getting up and dancing in the aisles, or singing along with the pretty girls in the small chorus that's part of the group. And the orchestra itself doesn't stick to the black and white dress code that you find on most orchestras: the guys all wear these interesting 19th century formal suits and the ladies wear 19th century ball gowns: lots of character and lots of characters in that group! At one point, when they were playing a Spanish dance, someone (or a couple of someones) dressed in a cutesy bull costume came prancing down one of the aisles and started sniffing at the carnations in boxes along the front rim of the stage, just like H.H. Munro's "Ferdinand the Bull" (anyone here remember that cute old-fashioned kid's book?); then this chubby lady in a baggy red tent dress got spooked and ran up one of the aisles, whereupon the bull started prancing after her! I laughed so hard my sides were aching, which is just what I needed.
Sunday: Wound up *not* going to Mass since my poor father had a panic attack on his way home from work. Other than that, I spent the day recharging my batteries.
Today/Monday: Short shift today, and I've been poking at a few fics. I've also taken care of some much-needed housework on this LJ, sealing up some cracks against drafts... And come to find out that a certain fanbrat rated a thread on "fandom_wank" over on journalfen.com. To my understanding, it ain't the first time.
