This could be your final chance, ladies and gentlemen, to see Tampa’s own “Bad Boys of Abridgement” tackle the Bard and American history in the pairing of shows –

The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (abridged)

and

The Complete History of America (abridged)

After 13 sold out performances of Shakespeare between 2001 and 2005, and 10 sold out performances of America in January of this year – Jobsite packs up their trunks and takes both shows across the Bay to the Largo Cultural Center.

The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (abridged) plays at 3pm on Sunday, April 3 and The Complete History of America (abridged) plays at 7pm that same night.

Make a day of it and come see both shows!

Don’t take our word on how hard you’ll pee your pants:

On Shakespeare (abridged):
“The actors are unwilling to let any member of the audience have a bad time, and their simple joy is infectious. They are absolutely fearless and unending fun.” – Peter Smith, St. Pete Times

Shakespeare (abridged) was also chosen as one of 2001’s Top 10 productions by Weekly Planet!

On America (abridged): “I haven’t laughed so loud since I saw The Producers” – Mark Leib, Weekly Planet

“It’s probably impossible not to have a good time.” – Amanda Henry, The Tampa Tribune

Please join us for our first trip across the Bay as we invade the Largo Cultural Center!

Largo Cultural Center
105 Central Park Drive
Largo, FL 33771
(727) 587-6793

SUPPORT LIVE THEATER! COME LAUGH YOURSELF STUPID!

Hey … you might even learn somethin’. Hell, who are we kidding …

Ok, folks. This is our chance. Here in Pinellas we always complain about having to go to Tampa. Well this weekend we don’t have to. xanyboi, netgoth and I will be out for both shows on SUNDAY. You should be too! Anyone want to make a day of it? Show/Dinner/Show? Sounds like great fun to me!

I want a cigarette.

It’s over.

Rest in Peace, Terri.

I got an email from donwaughesq yesterday, gently prodding me to give some kind of update. I guess it’s been fairly quiet from the Gothopia Moon Base Bravo front, although some people might be fooled into thinking that it was a sign we got some kind of life beyond our computers. Ha! No such luck! We just haven’t been updating. Heh.

So. Update commences now.

Over the weekend we made our first pilgrimage back to Jacksonville since K. and J. moved down here last June. All in all, it was a pretty damned good time. I finally got to meet semiprecious, which was an absolute delight. I also got to see many of my friends in that area. Not all that I would have liked to have seen by any means, but it was a good number of them. Finally got to see the inside of the “famous” Eclipse on Friday night, and I came to the conclusion that the majority of men in Jacksonville don’t dance unless they are trying to get laid. This, obviously, annoys the shit out of me because they only seem to be able to “dance” with a lit cigarette in one hand, a bottle of beer in the other, and their eyes firmly focused on the set of tits that gyrate in front of them. The temptation to break out with some old school stomping was mighty, my friends. Fortunately for us all I managed to restrain myself and get quite a bit of booty shaking done while K. caught up with her old chums. The big dissapointment of the weekend was the fact that, due to really crappy weather, we had to cancel our day trip to St. Augustine. I think it’s safe to say that we managed to fill that time with entertaining activity, but Auggie would have been better. We ate too much, but that was pretty much expected going in to it. I had a little “oh christ I’ve torpedoed my diet” moment on Monday when reality settled back in, but K. managed to slap me back into reality.

And yes, there was hotel nookie. Huzzah.

In health news I have continued my workout routine with Maya, and she continues to beat my ass. The upper half of my legs are killing me today. To the point where standing up is a pain. A good pain, though. Obviously I’m working muscles that haven’t gotten much work in the last few years, but dayum does it hurt sometimes. I also haven’t had a cigarette since Sunday night. Still coughing my fool head off, but I think that’s a combination of whatever cold I was prolonging by my continued smoking and my lungs clearing themselves out (boy have the colors been interesting). Despite these positive healthy things, though, my stress levels are still way too fucking high. On edge? Fuck that. I’m dangling over the edge by one hand. The slightest bit of distress is totally locking me up. Heart racing, neck stiff..the works. This is not good. Stress exists. It happens every day. Nobody can prevent stressful situations from arising. My ability to cope with them right now seems to have completely vanished. I’m trying the deep breaths thing, and that is working to an extent, but I’m still physically suffering from the tension in my body.

I suppose all I can do is rest, continue taking deep breaths, and just try to work myself through it. I can’t think of anything else that would help.

sips coffee

What? What? What are you looking at?

Speaking of stress, I think I’ve reached a breaking point with the cats in the household. Their behavior is out of control. I accept responsibility for some of that, but at this point figuring out who to blame is pointless. The fact remains that I am tired of chasing cats off of areas where food is prepared, tired of walking in cat litter with bare feet, tired of my house being covered in cat fur, tired of not being able to have a rug in my bathroom because it will get peed on, tired of cat puke, tired of cats using places other than the cat box as a toilet, and most of all I’m tired of yelling at them (or hearing them being yelled at) when they fight. It gets old. They have had the better part of a year to cut it out, and they haven’t. I see no indicators that they are going to any time soon. If anything, they are getting worse. Not only that, but the gray one is starting to pick up some of the bad habits that my cats had (climbing on the counters, namely).

So we had a big talk with the boys last night. Basically told them that this was the final straw. That K. and I were done. I honestly don’t see them putting forth the effort necessary to properly train and care for the cats, so I strongly suspect we will be trying to find them homes soon.

Anyone want a cat? They’re all fixed. Separately they are much nicer to deal with. Peepers in particular is one of the best “bed” cats I’ve ever had, and I’ll honestly miss that. Unfortunately, due to repeated instances of the cat box here getting too full, she has used our bedroom as a toilet. Now she associates our bedroom as being a place to go. Same problem with bathroom mats. Once they’ve done it, it becomes “ok” to go there.

Sad, really.

Mom offered to let me take over the payments on her mini-van. Can’t afford it, unfortunately. I really need to get the AC replaced. So much so that I’ve made an appointment with Action Air (based on the reccomendation of etcet) to come in on Tuesday and give me an estimate. Hopefully I can make up in savings on my insane summer electric bills what I’ll be paying in monthly finance payments. It’s really gotten to the point where I have no choice, though. The heat is completely gone, and the compressor will trip the circuit breaker if it shuts on and off too often (meaning the only way to guarantee it stays on is to leave it on all the time).

Not much else to report on, really. But hey, there is your update. 🙂

Bob Schindler on Monday commented about the facility she is in — Hospice House Woodside — saying, “I have a grave concern that they’ll expedite the process to kill her with an overdose of morphine.”

– Husband to seek autopsy on Terri Schiavo. Cnn.com, March 29th, 2005

Any and all sympathy I had for him has now been completely erased. Hospice has quietly sat by while this entire ordeal has wrought havok on their facility and this asshole has the gall to turn around and imply that they are going to murder his daughter?

Grr.

Although it’s probably going to sound odd.

Do any of you out there have a problem with being REALLY grumpy and mean if woken up in the middle of the night? If you do (or hopefully did) do you know of a way to prevent it? Seriously.

I wonder if I’ll ever run out of witty, obscure quotes to use as my post titles?

I’m so hip I can’t see past my pelvis.

I’m feeling better this morning. Not perfect, but better. I took some NyQuil last night and went to bed around 10. I still feel as though I’m working on reduced lung capacity over here, but I’ve drugged myself up and I’m not coughing nearly as bad. Which helps a lot. See, with the tension and pain in my neck every time I coughed it would make my neck hurt more. And my ribs, which were sore from coughing AND my workouts with Maya.

Wonder if I should attempt one of those today? I really want to. I’m enjoying the hell out of my workouts, even though I’m sure I look like a complete fool doing some of them. I feel healthier already. Largely the placebo effect, I’m sure, but I feel like I”m taking back control of my physical well being again. I haven’t had a cigarette since yesterday afternoon because of the whole chest cold thing, and I might just go ahead and stay off of them. I was planning on doing so after this weekend anyway, but if I go a few days without because it hurts to smoke I could use it as a head start.

We’ll see.

I honestly forgot how easy it was to follow the Weight Watchers program. Seriously. I’ve journaled everything that has gone into my mouth over the course of the last few days, and with only 3 days left in the week I still have 22 FLEX points left to use (for those not on program, that’s a bank of extra points you can use throughout the course of the week). I’ve easily been getting in all of my water and earning extra points to use every day with exercise. I’m wearing a pair of shorts that was uncomfortably tight last week and while it’s still snug it’s not nearly as bad.

In other words, I really think I’m back on track now. I’ve said it in the past, but that has usually lasted about as long as it took me to make the post. This weekend in Jacksonville is going to be a challenge, but I think I can enjoy myself without going overboard. We’re only looking at going to one buffet, and that isn’t even a definite yet.

Mom gave me a Showtime Rotisserie Grill the other day. I realize that Ron Popeil is pretty much the king of cheesy inventions, but this thing really works well. So far I’ve made a chicken and some yummy herb crusted pork chops. I’m really curious to see how it will handle a roast, too. I’ve got one in the freezer. Maybe I’ll take it out and give it a whirl for dinner tomorrow night.

I have to admit, though, that the concept of a “flavor injector” kind of weirds me out, and ol’ Ron still sell the Hair in a can stuff. That rocks.

I’d write about Teri Schaivo, but I really haven’t got the energy to go through it all. Suffice it to say that the way our elected officials are choosing to handle this situation is yet another in a long line signs that the will of the people is systematically being removed from our government. It’s brilliant, really. They keep doing it on hot button issues that people are going to get emotional over and agree to without thinking through the consequences. Well, they do on a Federal level anyway. Here in Florida they just look us right in the face and tell use that we don’t know any better. Oh, you didn’t really want that high speed rail system, and that whole minimum wage thing? We know what you really wanted when you voted for it. I don’t know what’s more shocking. The fact that they are getting away with it, or the fact that people don’t seem to notice or care.

What does that have to do with Terri (as if I know her or something)? Nothing really. I got off on a tangent. My thoughts, in brief sentences…

The assholes that are standing outside of the Hospice in Pinellas Park and using BULLHORNS to get their message across need to be arrested. There are seventy-one other people in that building trying to die with dignity, and those shitheads are making it nearly impossible to do so. At least one person was prevented from being at her Grandfather’s side when he died because of the extra security that this situation has forced the Hospice to adopt (story here). The Schindlers should tell them to go home, but instead….

No, not going there.

Oh, in case you didn’t notice it amongst all the Terri Schaivo stuff, the worst school shooting since Columbine High School happened yesterday. The top story on CNN.com at this moment, though, is that the U.S. District Court in Atlanta voted 2 to 1 against reinserting the feeding tube.

Yeah. Proiorities. I guess if you kill 16 people in a school on an Indian Reservation it’s not as important as killing 14 in a predominantly white suburban school.

Last night, at Alex’s baseball game, some asshat relative of a player from the opposite team was heckling the players on our team. This is strictly against leage rules. This is an instructional league. Then my nephew (who was coaching last night due to illness on my Brother-In-Law’s part) overheard him say that A. runs like a girl. God damn I hate people some times. F. got in the guy’s face about it and fortunately A. didn’t hear any of it, but still. A. is humiliated and discouraged enough by the fact that their team hasn’t won a single game nor has he had a successful at bat. The last thing he needs is some jagoff making fun of him.

Ok, I’m realizing that this post has degraded into a pissy, angry one. Emotions boiling under the surface anyone?

I need to go snuggle up next to K. for a few.

Major unloading follows

I just did a vanity search and ended up finding all of the reviews of Maxwell on Joe Popp’s web site.

It made me think.

Most of the problems that they mentioned in the reviews I would personally attribute to the fact that we had a really short rehearsal run and no musical director (Joe could only make it to one, and it helped a lot…but we needed more than one).

I wonder what would happen if we did it again with a bigger budget, a live band, and a musical director.

Hrm.

Would be interesting.