future strife may be prevented now
Aug. 2nd, 2015 08:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaOn Friday, I was happy because my cough was productive, or at least, productive until I gagged on all that mucus and for a while it was mostly saliva again.
I had a dream where I was at an Atlas Lab concert and instead of their usual set, they played a whole new set, and it was just Alex, Sam, and Emma playing. I don't know why I forget John, maybe it's because he's not in my sketchbook.
I don't think I'd recognize the songs if I actually heard them in real life.
And in real life, I'm actually really happy Emma didn't meet me at the ICA.
"Zero percent chance of rain, so it's not really raining," says a woman who prefers pencil to pen when she draws. She got off and a woman dressed as Furiosa from Mad Max Fury Road got on and I thought to myself at first and then to her that I couldn't not draw her, even if our positions weren't optimal, uh, phrasing, I think.
It got better by Park Street, at least.
The By and By sounded a bit like Lamb, with a trombonist, guitarist, drummer, and vocalist. They usually have a mandolinist but he wasn't around.
Hmm, I wonder if Emma likes Lamb.
On a side stage, they performed an abridged, comedic version of King Lear, for some meaning of comedy in which everyone dies, with Edmund explaining the play to an audience member, who commented with things like "an awful lot of words to describe your sex life."
Regan was a guy with a black wig and Goneril was a guy with a towel bouffant and they had a swordfight with coat hangers and the Duke of Gloucester was a guy with a paper beard, and he was reading a letter that said "Edgar rules!?" and tried to read more but Regan gouged out his eyes.
"I am slain!"
"nobody wants to see a play about a guy who sits around eating ice cream and watching Keeping Up With The Lears."
"there are like five dead people on stage. This is not ok."
A woman's dress depicted London under an invasion of giant space opiliones or something.
A woman had a a skull with lotus eyes on her arm.
A woman had an autumn scene on her arm with the outline of a bird on the shoulder.
A woman had lotus flowers on her arm.
I think her friend had a moon tattooed on her midriff but she said needed to show it off more somehow.
Once in a blue moon means every three or four years. Try some modular arithmetic. Fun fact: when there are two blue moons in one year, February doesn't have a full moon. 2018 will have a blue moon in January and in March. It seems to me that they're pretty much guaranteed after 4 years.
A powerful enough volcanic eruption and it will literally be a blue moon and a green sun and a lavender sun.
"once in a blue moon in February" should be a saying.
The play opened with a banner showing Lear's face with the motto "Future Strife May Be Prevented Now."
After a few of the sheets were torn down, it looked like "Future Prevented."
I think they actually poured water on the stage during the storm in that scene where Lear went into exile.
Since all the sheets were torn down and you could see the scaffolding and the fans and stairs, it made me think of Blade Runner.
Guy wanted me to draw his beer gut and I asked why I'd want to do that and he asked the rhetorical question why not?
My answer to that question is: I'm on the last page of my sketchbook. Everyone I wanted to draw had to get off.
So I spent the ride home popping cough drops like they were candy and reading The Goblin Emperor.
A woman gathered up discarded liquor bottles and piled them on her friend. I said that if he was underaged, that might not be a good idea. If the train was being taken out of service instead of heading back to Alewife, that might be an even worse idea. Unless they're enemies, that is. Since they were friends, she woke him up when they had to get off.
I took some generic nyquil to get to sleep upon getting home, and upon waking up, it went from bad to worse, although I feel that if I can get all that phlegm out or break it all down, I'll feel better.
It was super productive but I had a hard time swallowing too.
It's cool, eating hot salsa balances out the swallowing pains by breaking down the mucus or something. Not cool is spilling it and it takes about an hour for the keyboard to realize "oh yeah, shit got spilled" and the keys stop working at random. Because that is seriously the only explanation for why it worked fine and then when I went to look something up, the T key didn't function.
Yay for spare wireless non-extended keyboards even if I hate typing on them, I hate scrolling through windows, I especially hate typing numbers without a numeric keypad, and I have no idea how to change the batteries so I guess I'm just going to type with this thing until I get a replacement or until the batteries die, whichever comes first.
burning question: Regan, Gonoril, and Cordelia? What is this, Merrie Olde England or Petticoat Junction?
I had a dream where I was at an Atlas Lab concert and instead of their usual set, they played a whole new set, and it was just Alex, Sam, and Emma playing. I don't know why I forget John, maybe it's because he's not in my sketchbook.
I don't think I'd recognize the songs if I actually heard them in real life.
And in real life, I'm actually really happy Emma didn't meet me at the ICA.
"Zero percent chance of rain, so it's not really raining," says a woman who prefers pencil to pen when she draws. She got off and a woman dressed as Furiosa from Mad Max Fury Road got on and I thought to myself at first and then to her that I couldn't not draw her, even if our positions weren't optimal, uh, phrasing, I think.
It got better by Park Street, at least.
The By and By sounded a bit like Lamb, with a trombonist, guitarist, drummer, and vocalist. They usually have a mandolinist but he wasn't around.
Hmm, I wonder if Emma likes Lamb.
On a side stage, they performed an abridged, comedic version of King Lear, for some meaning of comedy in which everyone dies, with Edmund explaining the play to an audience member, who commented with things like "an awful lot of words to describe your sex life."
Regan was a guy with a black wig and Goneril was a guy with a towel bouffant and they had a swordfight with coat hangers and the Duke of Gloucester was a guy with a paper beard, and he was reading a letter that said "Edgar rules!?" and tried to read more but Regan gouged out his eyes.
"I am slain!"
"nobody wants to see a play about a guy who sits around eating ice cream and watching Keeping Up With The Lears."
"there are like five dead people on stage. This is not ok."
A woman's dress depicted London under an invasion of giant space opiliones or something.
A woman had a a skull with lotus eyes on her arm.
A woman had an autumn scene on her arm with the outline of a bird on the shoulder.
A woman had lotus flowers on her arm.
I think her friend had a moon tattooed on her midriff but she said needed to show it off more somehow.
Once in a blue moon means every three or four years. Try some modular arithmetic. Fun fact: when there are two blue moons in one year, February doesn't have a full moon. 2018 will have a blue moon in January and in March. It seems to me that they're pretty much guaranteed after 4 years.
A powerful enough volcanic eruption and it will literally be a blue moon and a green sun and a lavender sun.
"once in a blue moon in February" should be a saying.
The play opened with a banner showing Lear's face with the motto "Future Strife May Be Prevented Now."
After a few of the sheets were torn down, it looked like "Future Prevented."
I think they actually poured water on the stage during the storm in that scene where Lear went into exile.
Since all the sheets were torn down and you could see the scaffolding and the fans and stairs, it made me think of Blade Runner.
Guy wanted me to draw his beer gut and I asked why I'd want to do that and he asked the rhetorical question why not?
My answer to that question is: I'm on the last page of my sketchbook. Everyone I wanted to draw had to get off.
So I spent the ride home popping cough drops like they were candy and reading The Goblin Emperor.
A woman gathered up discarded liquor bottles and piled them on her friend. I said that if he was underaged, that might not be a good idea. If the train was being taken out of service instead of heading back to Alewife, that might be an even worse idea. Unless they're enemies, that is. Since they were friends, she woke him up when they had to get off.
I took some generic nyquil to get to sleep upon getting home, and upon waking up, it went from bad to worse, although I feel that if I can get all that phlegm out or break it all down, I'll feel better.
It was super productive but I had a hard time swallowing too.
It's cool, eating hot salsa balances out the swallowing pains by breaking down the mucus or something. Not cool is spilling it and it takes about an hour for the keyboard to realize "oh yeah, shit got spilled" and the keys stop working at random. Because that is seriously the only explanation for why it worked fine and then when I went to look something up, the T key didn't function.
Yay for spare wireless non-extended keyboards even if I hate typing on them, I hate scrolling through windows, I especially hate typing numbers without a numeric keypad, and I have no idea how to change the batteries so I guess I'm just going to type with this thing until I get a replacement or until the batteries die, whichever comes first.
burning question: Regan, Gonoril, and Cordelia? What is this, Merrie Olde England or Petticoat Junction?
