MissMeliss: Escribition

I realize that Starbucks has had the red cups since the 10th, because they always start the red cups on the 10th, but they’re a cafe, and allowed to break the rules. However, there are people on my street with Christmas lights up already, and Denny’s is playing nonstop Christmas songs, and while I do like the seasonal stylings of Bing, Perry, Rosemary and Nat, flipping to All Christmas All the Time before the day after Thanksgiving is a serious infraction.

Actually Denny’s in and of itself is a serious infraction, and I’m still trying to decide if their white tree is retro-chic or merely repugnant.

And yeah, okay, I still have my ceramic ghosties on the mantel, but, this is allowed, because they don’t just represent Halloween, they represent harvest, the death of summer, and the onset of winter, as well as (on Saturday) the ghosts of NaNo - past, present, and future. But I’m taking them down Thursday, and while I might decorate the outside of the house (well, make Fuzzy do it) on Friday, before then? No. Nothing. Not Christmassy, anyway.

Cuz that would be against the rules.

I’d been dreading tonight’s CSz (that’s Comedy Sportz to those who haven’t read me for long) show - I’ve been having a crisis of confidence this month brought on by general Novemberitis, not feeling well, not feeling motivated, and making stupid mistakes and bad choices in the last show I was in.

Tonight, however, rocked. I mean, I was nervous about playing with someone I hadn’t played with before, and a little intimidated because our team’s captain is so much better than I am, but I had fun, and even learned to love a game I generally avoid like the plague.

I attribute my restored confidence to a peppermint mocha in a red cup from Starbucks, having not eaten since nine-thirty this morning (hunger makes me energetic, cuz it makes the game seem faster, and there’s dinner after), and having fun. Also, I got to wear Red. I always play better when I get to wear Red.

Our team lost the match, but that’s okay, because it isn’t about winning or losing, really, it’s about making the audience laugh, and the voting was so close every time, that we knew they were totally into the match.

For those keeping track, games are below, and linked to descriptions of the rules:

1. Both Teams: Do - Rap (Rapped version of Do Ron Ron)
2. Blue: Blind Line (except we just scatter them on the stage, and pick them up at will)
3. Red: Forward/Reverse
4. Blue: Dinner at Joe’s (A Variation of Ding Dong, only we ask the volunteer for two ppl from his/her life. The playing team plays the volunteer, and the two others in any group setting suggested by the audience.)
5. Red: Pillars (But we play with two volunteers)
6. Blue: Five Things
   (Halftime)
7. Red: Dr. Know-It-All
8. Both Teams: I Object / Objection (A variation of Ding! / Other Choice, except it’s played team against team, and instead of the ref Dinging or Blowing a Whistle, the team not on the field can, at any time, shout “Objection” and then give a reason. “You don’t use breadcrumbs for bait, you feed ducks with them.” The ref will overrule, in which case the scene continues, or sustain, which gives the objecting team the field. They then play the SAME characters, but have to correct whatever they objected to. Objections fly back and forth until they get fast and ridiculous, and time is called.)
9. Both Teams: 185

Zenitopia: the art of cozy

Originally uploaded by Ms.Snarky.

Made this with flicker tools. So wish I could publish it one day. And yes, that’s my real living room.

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… a mug of chai tea with brown sugar on a crisp, cool, November afternoon.

… opening the mailbox to find a beautiful mossy green hand-knitted beret from a dear friend, and putting it on right there in the street, and grinning cuz it’s perfect.

… wearing your husband’s socks because he’s away, and his fluffy cotton socks make your feet feel warm and happy.

… fingers that are gluey from doing collage art and feeling like a seven-year-old for an hour.

Sunday:
23:00 - Blogging while watching a tivo’d episode of House
21:30 - Folded laundry while watching tivo’d Any Day Now
(Yes, I realize both are old old eps.)
19:45 - Sat down to dinner with troupemates, at third restaurant we attempted, but which was ironically the first mentioned. (Too busy, we said of the first, too toney, we said of the second. Just right, we agreed about the third.) Steak and broccoli were perfect. Beer was okay. Wish they had better imports.
17:30 - Arrived at workshop, eggnog latte in hand. WANTED to “bring it” but was feeling off. Have been feeling off-kilter and like I’m too stupid for improv all month. I HATE NOVEMBER.
16:45 - Bought eggnog latte in cheery red cup from neighborhood Starbucks. Lusted after cute red and silver Kitchen Aid coffeemaker.
15:30 - Bought an x-acto knife, glue, drawing paper and watercolor paper. Yes, you read that correctly. Also bought pens. Yay micro-fine rollerball pens.
13:50 - Arrived at Chinese buffet place for lunch, where I had sushi and pot stickers and hot tea, and no actual Chinese food. Fuzzy, true to form, had rice with sugar.
11:30 - Sent Fuzzy out for dog food and groceries while I stayed home and started laundry.
10:30 - Woke up after sleeping too long. Missed church, but was feeling like crap so didn’t care.
08:00 - Stared at clock for five minutes, let dogs out, visited restroom, let dogs back in, decided warm bed was more attractive than being awake.
07:00 - Vaguely recall telling Fuzzy I felt like crap.
01:39 - Wake slightly as Fuzzy finally came to bed. Tell him I am hot. He says something about turning up heat because I was cold. I whine. Lie in dark for twenty minutes. Get up, lower heat. Better.
12:31 - Fuzzy goes upstairs to do something geeky. Dogs and I go to bed. I am Freezing.
00:15 - Arrive home with scary food from Micky D’s. Eat while watching about fifteen minutes of “10 Things I Hate About You.” Cuddle dogs.

Saturday:
23:34 - Leave CSz arena, tired and wired.
22:30 - Help with post-show cleanup of CSz arena, post show. Smoke smell and stale beer smell seem to permeate room. I am Swiffer Girl.
20:45 - Show begins. Spend half of it in sound booth shadowing D2 and other half babysitting beer bottles. Show was funny. Crowd v. drunk.
19:15 - Already tired. Relay to those who didn’t hear conversation that show will not start until audience arrives at 8:30. Apparently, this is scheduled, though most don’t seem to be aware. Glad am not onstage as am way tired.
18:15 - Arrive at CSz arena, with Peppermint Mocha.
17:40 - Chat with folks in Starbucks while waiting for drink. I love Starbucks at the holidays.
17:25 - Arrive at home, run inside, change shirts.
16:15 - Fuzzy wakes me and reminds me we need to eat. We go to Panera for soup in bread bowls. I spill mine on my pink shirt. We go home, after, so I can change.
14:00 - Lie down for brief nap while Fuzzy is in shower. He wakes me 2.25 hours later. I was in deep REM.
11:00 - Shower. Spend next several hours reading in bed and puttering around house and just vegging.
10:00 - Wake again. Decide to stay in bed longer.
08:30 - Wake up. Tell Fuzzy to let dogs out.
12:00 - After lounging in bed for over an hour, finally decide to go to bed. Have spent most of week sleeping - see no reason to stop, as being awake brings the urge to claw off all my skin. This much sleep is rare for me.

I’ve been away from the blog for several days. I didn’t realize how long until I went to Starbucks yesterday and noticed that they had the cheery red holiday cups, and cheery green holiday brownies (imagine a fudge brownie with Andes mints on top. Mmmm. Delicious.) I treated myself to a peppermint mocha and one of those brownies, and went home to curl up in bed and read and write. Mostly read.

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My skin itches. I thought it was poison oak rash caught from one of the dogs, but it’s not, however, a witty and engaging doctor has given me antibiotics, lovely cream, and tiny antihistamines that still knock me out, but seem to not be as harsh as OTC benadryl. Still, I’m crabby and befuddled, and not in the mood to talk to people. There’s more, but it’s not for public consumption. Except the assurance that I’m not contagious.

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This year’s NaNo project isn’t going well. I know what I want the story to be, and it’s refusing to let me do that. Not sure if it’s too close to home or not close enough. Whatever. I’ll eventually finish. I always do.

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The weather was warm for three days, now seems to be cooler again. At least, when I went outside earlier there was a bite in the air beneath the balmy sunny day. Jeremy told me he was fighting the urge to put up his Christmas tree NOW, and I told him I was fighting the urge to hang my Christmas lights. Thanksgiving’s only a couple weeks away - I think we can both hold out.

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Speaking of Christmas. If you’re not already on my Christmas list, or if you are but have moved, and you want a card from me, please send an email to melissa AT missmeliss DOT com with your name and mailing address. Use “Christmas Card” as your subject, please.

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I owe some people some art. Am working on it. Really.

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Carry on.