scarlettina's diary

Had a tough day at office yesterday and an . . . odd day socially. Day saved by shadowdaddy's invitation to movies. Left work early with inconvenient case of blues and headed over to gym for class. V. good workout.

Went to movies with charming shadowdaddy who still competes for best hair on West Coast. (Must get him in room with jaylake for true competition. Opp'y at CascadiaCon. May be apples to oranges comparison but . . . what fun.) Saw "Red Eye." Excellent set-up; sadly average ending. Acting up to television standards but no more than that. Cillian Murphy: nothing worth looking at for v. long; rather disturbing looking, actually.

Came home happy to have seen friend and flick, but needing comfort reading. Finally cracked Bridget Jones' Diary. V. good thus far. Just what doctor ordered.

And one meme to go please

Copped from brainstormfront. Don't know if I agree with this or not. I hoped for something more exotic but, well, there you go. Frankly, I'm not really in a position to know what I taste like but... thereby hangs a tasteless joke or two.

I taste like Peanut Butter. I am one of the most blendable flavours; I go with sweet, I go with sour, I go with bland, I go with anything. I am practical and good company, but have something of a tendency to hang around when I'm not wanted, unaware that my presence is not welcome. What Flavour Are You?

And, apparently, if I'm not peanut butter, according to this meme I taste like tea: subtle and unnoticed unless deliberately trying to get noticed. Hm...

Okay, off to the grindstone pour moi!

Penny smashing machines in the movies!

Theme Park Freaks has started to collect screen caps from films featuring elongating machines in them. Here are the caps from First Daughter. Look! We're in the movies! ::squee!::

First rehearsal of the season

So, tonight was the chorus' first rehearsal of the season. It was great to see everyone again. I'm jazzed about our new director and I have a feeling we're going to do some great stuff this season.

Because our director is new, he asked if all prior members of the chorus would sing for him just briefly to be sure he was comfortable with our placing in each section. And this year, just as with the last director, I was placed as Alto 1 (the higher end), only the new director told me very emphatically, brooking no argument, that I'm a mezzosoprano (ME?!) and that he had no doubt he'd have me singing there, that he was just gonna open up my throat and get a full, beautiful sound. I was immediately put in mind of what Richard (our beloved prior director) said last year (that he "was gonna loosen up my pipes"). Now, admittedly, Richard did get me singing higher than I ever have before and it felt fabulous. I enjoyed it hugely.

But this idea that I'm a mezzo is, well, new to me. (And here come the old tapes, kids; batten down the hatches!) Sopranos don't look like me! Sopranos . . . well, I should shut up about what sopranos look like, because one look at our soprano section pretty much blows my old ideas of what sopranos look like right out of the water. (For those who are curious, my image of sopranos was always that they were tall, thin and blond, and this goes back to elementary school.) Looks like I'm going to forever-and-amen burn those old tapes at long last.

Funny, isn't it, how the old tapes hang on? I actually felt different driving hom tonight. If I stop now and think about what I accomplished last season vocally, I shouldn't be surprised.

I think this is going to be a good fall. I hope it is.

Lest we lose perspective...

...and enjoy the moment a little too much...

Shortly after I signed off, all contented with my fine evening, I went upstairs to discover that one of the cats had vomited all over my pillow, my body pillow and the corner of my mattress . . . shortly after I left for work. I've just stripped the bed and put all the bedding into the wash. But how do I get cat bile and the attendant smell out of the corner of my mattress? Febreze is my first thought since rinsing the mattress corner seems like a bad idea.

Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

::sigh::

Edit: What I found on the Web:
( Ideas, only some of which are practical in the middle of the night )