The Totally Radical Thread for Crotchety Old Bitches

Three words. Weaponized small pox.

edited 10th Oct '13 4:01:05 PM by TuefelHundenIV

Even I have had the smallpox vaccine. I was much younger though. My dad insisted. I don't remember any pain.

Got turned down for one job. I will hear back from a different job three hours away Monday-ish.

If I don't get the job out of town, I have a plan I am bouncing around in my head. It isn't my first choice, but nothing in my life is really so we'll just wait and see which road I am forced down.

Taira: nah, I'm gonna keep evading it.

Gabe: Best of luck in the job hunt.

I haven't had the small pox shot but I am not too keen to get it. My father didn't react at all but he grew up as a farm kid.

I've found a new way to judge if I'm shitfaced or not - I start sounding like Dylan Moran. Or at least I think I do.

Hoppy session ale and a bit of Tom Waits. Perfect way to spend the night.

I just put a poster up in the most ghetto was possible - two thumbtacks, an old rank insignia for my hat, and a shitload of sticky notes.

But hey, it's a Kate Upton poster; it was worth it.

My sophomore year in college, I had a poster I wanted to put on my corkboard without puncturing it, so I slipped the corners into paper clips and put the pins through the loops of the clips.

Well, the play is finally over. I'm not as sick of rehearsing as I got in high school (part of the reason I went into video is because you don't have to take months to learn it to get it perfect, you have editing for that).

Yesterday I had to work from 9:30 to 4, then arrive at church at 5ish to get into costume and makeup, serve dinner, and do a play where half the time I'm firmly planted on my feet behind a camera. I don't think I remember a time yesterday that my feet didn't hurt.

Word of advice to all: see if your local radio stations have a segment featuring promising local bands. You can discover a lot of neat acts you otherwise wouldn't ever hear. As an added bonus, you can truthfully say "I was into them before they got big."

//For any ATL Cobbies, Sunday nights at 8 on Radio 105.7.

Are they on the internet? Do they stream?

105.7 is on iHeartRadio. Your local guys, whoever they are, might be as well.

I've given up on pop music, despite having the glasses I don't wanna be a hipster. That said I love new music so I'll check it out.

is this it?

edited 13th Oct '13 6:54:54 PM by TairaMai

Yup, that's the one. Gonna have to wait a week for Locals Only, though.

-pokes the thread with a cattle prod- Because I am bored.

Ow.

It all goes in cycles. I work, I sleep, I work, I go to school, I sleep, etc.

Sometimes I wonder if it's better to be in the cycle, or if something interesting happens.

Key point of something interesting is that it's usually not good.

<Peers out from behind the legs on the side of the stage. Doesn't see anyone watching. Puts on her top hat and tailcoat and fishnets and dance pumps and does an absolutely spectacular softshoe routine to "Razzle Dazzle 'Em", bows, and disappears back into the shadows of the backstage.>

edited 14th Oct '13 8:34:21 PM by Madrugada

Dorkus: Ahh the conundrum of the Security Guard. The boring routine means things are going as planned. While interesting things can mean excitement they also mean trouble and lots of paper work. Most days and times boring is better.

Maddy: Rofl. Nice one Maddy.

No, don't react. As long as she doesn't suspect people saw that, she might do it again.

...It was either that or "Hello! Ma Baby", I assume?

Also, missed the birthday greetings, Tuef, so belated Happy Birthday, and "smallpox" is one word. *thwaps*

edited 14th Oct '13 8:51:53 PM by Pyrite

<Peers out of the wings again. Still sees no-one out there. Glides out to center stage, to the concert grand piano that wasn't there a few minutes ago, dragging a slightly disheveled and bewildered fellow in an ill-fitting, but still somehow rather fetching, maroon velvet tuxedo along by the ear. Seats him at the piano. Climbs up on top of it and assumes a sultry lounge-singer sprawl and arranges her long black satin halter dress -just so- over most of her legs and the edge of the piano. Sings "My Way" in the classic Sinatra arrangement, then segues into "Summertime". Slips gracefully off the piano, drops an abbreviated curtsey in the direction of the empty house and glides back into the wings. The bewildered accompanyist bolts after, a moment later.>

<cheers, wolf-whistles, shouts of "Encore!">

edited 14th Oct '13 10:16:33 PM by Pyrite

I don't know how much longer I can keep this up...

edited 14th Oct '13 10:16:39 PM by Madrugada

<MC takes the stage>

"...Said the bishop to the actress. *badum-tish* Well, you've been a wonderful audience, all... uh, zero, of you, so goodnight everybody! Don't forget to tip the waitresses on your way out, and be sure to come back for tomorrow's revue."

<curtain falls>

edited 14th Oct '13 10:23:09 PM by Pyrite

Sorry, Teuffy, dear. I'm tapped out. I can't come up with another one. The next one should be something silly, but I just can't think of what.

Which could be because I am stone cold sober and it's 1 am.

'Night, all.

edited 14th Oct '13 10:46:49 PM by Madrugada

Maddy: It's ok it was good while it lasted.

You guys perked up a slow night.

edited 14th Oct '13 10:45:59 PM by TuefelHundenIV