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Wednesday, April 28, 2004

I've recently come to a conclusion: the outrage over the demotion of Morning Edition host Bob Edwards is an outstanding demonstration of the hypocrisy of NPR's listenership. Here is a group of people who are bombarded every day with stories of moral, political, social and economic injustice. Over breakfast, they listen to tales of the real, incomprehensible horror in the world. They shake their heads and tut-tut as they are informed of the failings of their Administration, which they despise universally as armchair liberals. And yet, I'd wager that 90% of the thousands and thousands of people who have written, called or e-mailed NPR and member stations like WITF to complain about the decision to change the anchor of Morning Edition have never voiced concerns to, say, the politicians or organizations responsible for the injustices they love to hear about every morning. No, they can only be galvanized into action by something that directly affects them - the loss of a familiar voice as they drive to their comfortable, upper-middle-class jobs in their comfortable, upper-middle-class cars. They'd rather waste their time, money and energy creating and maintaining savebobedwards.com and waging an irate letter-writing campaign protesting against a decision about one middle-aged radio anchor's career. What a load of bullshit.
It was cold this morning as I stepped out of the apartment and drove into work, but I just stepped outside, and what a change! It's so perfect out there I want to quit my job and picnic for the rest of the afternoon.

But I guess instead I'll answer as many of these complaints and queries as I can, and maybe finish the ratings spreadsheet, in the hope that my brain will develop some self discipline and allow me to continue being dilligent when I return home tonight. There is so much I need to do, including but not limited to:
  • call:

    • Mum

    • Grant (Good lord, there's no way I can do a Marlboro shift. I would pay someone $200 to give me a free evening in the next two months.

    • Mihali

    • John Miller (he's not going to be there, dammit, it's the wrong time of day)

    • Manek?

    • Anthony

  • on the violin:

    • tech work

    • Einstein on the Beach

    • recording for Second Sky

    • fiddling around with that band's CD which is in a plastic bag in the back of Matt's car

  • the play

  • this website. There is so much missing, I'm embarrassed by it. At least I managed to clean up some of the CSS today.

  • Flash. I have to get to the bottom of this LoadMovie problem. My inability to load a movie is beginning to make me lose sleep and despise myself.
The most incredible record covers I've ever seen. I want to join a hundred forums so I can use all of them as my avatars.
eBay item 4146756343 (Ends Apr-28-04 15:37:01 PDT) - SIZE 12 WEDDING DRESS/GOWN NO RESERVE

Funniest goddamn auction I've ever read in my life. Someone with more motivation and energy than me ought to save it so that it can still be viewed after eBay purges its archives.

Heh, I just found out that NBC did a story about him after his auction received over one million hits. Hence, he has nearly 3 million hits now. And his $1,200 wedding dress is going to sell for over $25,000.

I can't get this link to work at work.

Monday, April 26, 2004

There is a billboard on Route 83 in Harrisburg, which says "WINK104 - Harrisburg's Best music" and features a giant image of Jon Bon Jovi. Jesus Fucking Christ.

Sometimes it is a very good idea to talk too much. My incessant talking has led to the offer of a lucrative website design deal. If I weren't constantly telling everyone how much I enjoy the internet, and details of the Harman Agency deal, Matt and I probably wouldn't have been the first people Courtney thought of when she was asked by a friend for a keen web designer to throw together a page for a senatorial campaign in Florida. 10 days, $3000. Maybe. I'm trying to stitch it together.

I'm getting pretty goddamn sick and tired of coughing. My intercostal muscles are aching.

Sunday, April 25, 2004

The cough has now reached its peak, and so I'm complaining more than ever. My voice is raw, and tonight is the first all-cast read-through for A Midsummer Night's Dream. Fun, fun, fun.

The rehearsals have been going well enough. I still feel like a complete gumby on the violin (yet not enough to motivate me to get back into the swing of practicing), but this is offset by the plainness of the fact that I am the best musician in the fairy 'band.' I am left once more wondering if it's better to be a big fish in a small pond and be guaranteed of a pleasant ego-pampering, or swim to a big pond and try my luck, with the definite chance of a rather disheartening wake-up call. But the jamming certainly is a lot of fun. And I'm a big fan of the director of the show already. If nothing else, I'm glad I have the opportunity to work with him on this.

I miss John Miller. I tried to call him yesterday, but no-one answered the phone, and I'm not even sure I have the right number.

The most wonderful thing in the world is to sit on the banks of the Susquehanna River at the Wright Warehouse restaurant, eating gourmet sandwiches and watching the spring butterflies start to fill the gardens.


Thursday, April 22, 2004

nicknames: Mel, Morm, Mormy, Smelly Melly Shong Pong (archaic)
screen name: Mormolyke
when is your birthday?: April 11
eye color: brown
hair color: black
natural hair color: Eurasian dark brown
your favorite people: Matthew (the one I love), Jason (the one I grew up with), Lucy (the one who knows all my secrets), Manek (the one I miss), Mihali (the one I don't know enough)
outfit: Anything as long as it's plain and black. Well, maybe not a muumuu. No, actually, I think I would wear a plain black muumuu.
hairstyle: two buns on side of head
jewelry: The two items of jewellery jewelry I never take off (except for roles) are my wedding ring (very plain, white gold, I love it), and my silver Masonic necklace.
underwear: Predictably, I love plain, black underwear.
nail color: I'm down with the natural look these days.

do you:
cut yourself:
no
lick yourself: occasionally
whine a lot: when I'm sick (like now), sure.
yell a lot: Not as much as I used to. Jesus, I've grown mellow and lame. Look at me, I'm posting a Q&A in a fricking blog.
hate a lot of people: 'Hate' is a very strong word. But certainly there are one or two people I love to hate.
have too many friends: No. But when I look at the backlog in my e-mail inbox, yes.
want to die: no
have a bf/gf: I have a husband. That's bf++.
do drugs: No comment.
wear dark colors: ... plain ... and black ...
dye your hair: yes
shave strange places: occasionally

have you ever:
kissed someone:
kissing is so gross
gotten drunk: yes
worn rainbow: Plain. Black.
talked on the phone for over 3 hours: Yes. Now ask me if there was someone on the other end of the phone.
left the country: Left which country? Um, that would be a yes.
had a party with over 30 people: yes
taken nude pictures: Once long ago, I opened someone else's mail and found a nude photo of an old guy (with a great big red ribbon around his genitals). So I took it to school with me.
stolen something: yes
caught something on fire: I was cooking chips (Americans, read: fries) in a pan while at home by myself in my early teens, and the pan caught on fire because I overheated the oil. I ran the whole thing outside before the 4-foot flames could damage anything and made the stupid mistake of pouring water on it. No major damage, but the pan was fucked. I had to throw it away. I hid it in the bottom of the trash because I didn't want my mother finding out. To this day, as far as I know, she had no idea where that pan disappeared to.
cheated on someone: Yes, but I had my reasons.
wanted to cheat on someone: Yeah, I guess. It was a pretty bad relationship, though.
asked someone out: yes
been dumped: too many times
dumped someone: yes, but not very solidly
had a dream, then the next day it happens: yes

last person:
you touched:
Matt
you talked to: Matt
you hugged: Matt
you kissed: Matt
you instant messaged: Dan Toose
who broke your heart: ex-boyfriend Eoghan

are you:
understanding:
not sure I get the question
open-minded: yes
arrogant: I'm going to have to say yes. But it's not my fault. You'd be arrogant too if you were this great.
insecure: OK, OK, I admit it's all a facade.
interesting: I've been told so
hungry: like a wolf
smart: apparently
moody: sometimes
childish: often
independent: yes
hard working: two jobs ... two bands ... three plays so far this year ... when is it going to end?
healthy: Ever since I moved here, no. I seem to get very sick once a month or so.
emotionally stable: other times
shy: no
difficult: when I'm moody, I'm difficult
attractive: I've been told that too. Especially by those who e-mail DITC and the Hotline. I believe the most commonly used phrase is "UR HOT, LOL!"
bored easily: yes, I'm bored already
thirsty: yes
obsessed: obsessive
angry: for short periods
sad: Do you ever feel sad? Then you need Paxil!
happy: Most of the time, especially these days
trusting: no
ill: *cough cough cough HACK HACK*
talkative: to the extreme
ignored: not if I can help it
reliable: generally
self-disciplined: no one else is going to do it
sleepy: I wish I weren't. Though I guess I should be careful what I wish for.
lonely: No. Wait, sometimes.

info about yourself:
how tall are you?:
5'4"
shoe size?: 6/6.5
brothers/sisters?: younger brother Mihali (half brother really, though I don't think of him as such), four half siblings Theo, Peter, Ellen, Soula
job?: Programming Assistant/TV Traffic Coordinator/Part-time Production at WiTF Harrisburg. Actor in various professional plays in the Central PA area. Promotional model through the Harman Agency.

favorites:
what is your favorite band:
Nine Inch Nails
color: black
soda: Bundaburg ginger beer
music: too much to choose from. Right now, probably minimalism.
stores in the mall: Hot Topic, Borders
ice cream: chocolate chip cookie dough
roller coaster: Probably the one at Dreamworld on the Gold Coast
candy: Reese's Peanut Butter Cups
cd: The Fragile
cookies: white chocolate macadamia nut
juice: carrot
holiday: any
month: April, October

in the last 48 hours:
cried:
no
missed someone: lots of folks in Australia
yelled at someone: No. I couldn't yell if I tried right now anyhow.
changed your underwear: yes
drove somewhere: to the shops
talked to someone on the phone? Cliff, Felicia, Jason and a wrong number
been online: nearly constantly
smiled: yes
had sex: yes
kissed someone: yes
hugged someone: yes
last thing you ate: Arby's Martha's Orchard salad and curly fries with horseradish sauce
talked to an ugly person: I bet that wrong number was ugly

have you ever:
been in love:
yes
kissed someone of the same sex: yes
been in trouble with the police: yes
hit someone: yes
broke something: I broke a sweat last night
betrayed a friend: Yes. I made up for it, though.
played strip poker: yes
skipped school: yes
shot a gun: When I was 8 years old, my father tricked me into pulling the trigger of a loaded shotgun up in the mountains in Greece. The resulting boom and kick made me cry for an hour.
broke something important: yes
smoked weed: yes

okay last questions:
what is sitting next to you:
my husband
do you get along with your mother: very well now that we're on separate continents
favorite sport: Tennis or cricket. Specatator only.
are you gay/lesbian/bi/straight?: straight
been in a plane: plenty
killed someone: no
stepped in dog shit: yes
slept during class: I used to fall asleep in my med lectures all the time. Too much drinking. More than a little embarrassing.
cheated on a test: thought about it very seriously a couple of times
are you bored of taking this survey: yes, extremely
what time is it now: 10:15pm
are you tired: No. Time to fix some Harman Agency webpages for Matt ...

Wednesday, April 21, 2004

It's been a dreary and awful day, despite the fact it was lovely and sunny for the fifteen minutes I did step outside. Yes, I'm sick yet again. I'm lucky enough not to have a running nose, I guess, though the phlegm is awful, and I feel like I've been beaten with a lead pipe. I stayed home and pottered around with Flash and this website, though lord knows I'm so braindead with this cold, I make two errors for every one thing I get right. Still, I think I'm more comfortable with css now, and I figured out this Blog template pretty well (easy, but about all I can manage at the moment). Flash still hates me though. My portfolio page developed a very odd anomaly as I was fixing the last photo mouseover.

Matt bought a copy of Kill Bill, and I'm killing to watch it with him, but he's awful busy putting together the Danger Mouse website.

I really should get to mapping out this play I'm going to write. May be going to write. And I need to record some lines for Second Sky. And that band that wants me to play some strings for them. Gah, so much to do, so little energy. If only I weren't sick, I'd have been able to put this sick day to some good use.

Tuesday, April 13, 2004

I just had myself 11 hours sleep. Feeling pretty good about it, too, though no doubt it will mean trouble sleeping tonight. At least my arse is not so saddle sore* anymore.
*NB actual horse-riding involved.

Ought to put second sky and tfa in resume. Comma before 'Australia's'.

Monday, April 12, 2004

Monday, April 05, 2004

Barry tried to make friends with me today. A very strange thing. I don't know quite how to react to him.
I am most pleased!* New site design finally coming together. I wonder if Gibson's Cayce has influenced me more than I realize. It's true, she really made an impact on me; I've never been so into minimalism and monochrome looks (if white-grey-black counts as monochrome).

Today I proved that I am still capable of my old trick of concentrating and picking something up. It took me about 10 hours, but I at least have a slight grasp on Action Script now. And I have a helluva lot more to learn.

I would never have been able to do it without help from Matt in the early stages, though. The tutorials built into Flash are teh sux0rs. They don't explain why.

* Marked change from this morning, when frustration with Flash had me nearly in tears every half-hour. Mood swings all day, but it's the familiar emotional fluctuation which comes with a steep learning curve. Mind you, I'm not sure how steep it's really been. Honestly, there's not all that much to show for it. But it's something. And it's certainly a steeper learning curve than I've been attempting to climb in the last couple of weeks on this project.

Thursday, April 01, 2004

E-mail Phillip about White Rose
make EGL white apron in velour
Give superannuation information to 401K guy
e-mail cast of Anne Frank with snailmail address
Send play stuff to parents