tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30645272011-04-21T21:14:18.149-04:00I Got My PhilosophyGo ahead, you can laugh all you want.Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comBlogger1141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-953178092003-06-05T01:36:00.000-04:002003-06-05T01:36:33.703-04:00Ever remember being a kid and thinking, "I'll never be twenty-five"? Turns out it really does happen, as is evidenced by my birthday coming up in three days. Unless of course, it turns out to be true and I don't make it to Saturday, in which case I'd LOVE for my last written words to be a snarky joke about not surviving past my 25th birthday. The movie I saw tonight taught me that young peopleAnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-949499002003-05-27T14:07:00.000-04:002003-05-27T14:07:58.170-04:00Blogger's been all wonky, but it looks like it's all fixed now. Hello, new version of Blogger! My page is no longer pink and blue and in size 20 font.
Chris gets back today, and I'm going to have fun explaining to him that this entire new relationship seems to have developed all while he was out of town. "Yeah, um, that guy you met exactly once, three days before you left? He's now my Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-948093682003-05-23T21:02:00.000-04:002003-05-25T14:36:26.000-04:00What a boring fucking couple of days. Chris has been out of town for over a week now. Saw a movie on Monday, Friend Joe was over on Tuesday for the Buffy finale (hold on, I think I might be getting a little choked up) and Sort-of-Boyfriend John stayed over Wednesday. That ruled. But since then? Two days of utter, flat, nothing. It's a little surreal and intriguing, actually. I'm getting a Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-945416702003-05-18T13:18:00.000-04:002003-05-18T13:18:40.536-04:00I took someone's advice, I forget who, and worked my mojo on one of the potential romantic interests from the last entry. John. That sounds so calculated, doesn't it? Well, it wasn't. Or at least, if it was, it was mutually calculated. Anyway, I like this guy. And he likes me. It is exactly what I wanted when I was dating Greg-the weird-freaking-out-sex-robot-or-platonic-buddy-issues guy, Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-943789732003-05-15T04:35:00.000-04:002003-05-15T04:36:41.000-04:00Yeah, that's right. I never update anymore. You wanna make something of it?
To recap. Ohio boy-seeing trip was "successful", inasmuch as it could be. I got to be happy about it for a couple days, before noticing a marked drop-off in the interest and communication levels of aforementioned boy. This teaches me a valuable lesson, I'm sure, though I can't tell you exactly what it is. It Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-936035202003-05-01T12:54:00.000-04:002003-05-01T14:07:42.000-04:00The Dante's Inferno Test just banished me to the sixth level of Hell, where The Heretics go. What, ED gets to be on three and I'm on SIX??? In what afterlife is THAT fair? He oughta be at least a good two levels below me.
I haven't talked to my parents in like two weeks. They keep leaving messages and I keep ignoring them, and the guilt is starting to creep back into my system. Piss. I Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-930288502003-04-22T01:22:00.000-04:002003-04-22T01:24:01.000-04:00
You know, in a way, this doesn't surprise me all that much.
Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-930282502003-04-22T01:09:00.000-04:002003-04-22T01:09:14.860-04:00I'm so stressed out that all I want to do is yell and sleep. Alternately, and as often as possible.
I want to shoot a large proclamation out, something like "I will never ever, as long as I live, design props for another play ever again!" This is, unfortunately, not at all true. I will, because it pays and I need money to buy things. But I won't be happy about it. I have never been so Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-926878052003-04-15T22:03:00.000-04:002003-04-15T22:03:30.293-04:00Am tired. Opened the show this weekend. No reviewers in sight, despite a couple of decent newspaper articles promotiong the show and whatnot. Oh well. Audience seemed to enjoy the frothy sex comedy stylings of yours truly and her castmates, so, all is well in Annie-land. I have another giant crush on someone who lives a billion miles away, no surprises there. The aforementioned "dating" Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-924419402003-04-11T14:15:00.000-04:002003-04-11T14:15:19.420-04:00This is the best thing EVER. Ever.
But don't play with it at work, I'm warning you.
Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-920121332003-04-04T18:51:00.000-05:002003-04-04T18:51:45.076-05:00This is not me.Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-919309622003-04-03T14:21:00.000-05:002003-04-03T14:21:40.590-05:00Ohhh, life. It's bigger. It's bigger than you. And you are not me.
Um yeah. Anyway. Yesterday was long, spent in two different rehearsals for two different plays. In betwixt, my friend Tim's car died, so I gave him a ride home and in return he lifted up my car Incredible Hulk style while I banged some of the dents out my car with a hammer. Boys are so strong, it's really kind of unfair. Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-918103522003-04-01T20:57:00.000-05:002003-04-01T20:57:57.700-05:00Hey. Guess what I did today?
On the way home I ran into a cop car. Or possibly he ran into me. It was hard to tell.
And no, this is not an elaborate April Fools joke, unless, I mean, it's on me.
No citations were issued.
That's right. I hit a policeman, and he didn't give me a ticket. Damn Sam, am I charming or what? It probably helped that I had on a short skirt, and that he was Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-915296642003-03-28T01:00:00.000-05:002003-03-28T01:00:21.826-05:00This is the funniest news headline I have ever seen.
Man Arrested in Georgia Nun Abductions
The actual story, not so funny. But the headline? Hilarious.Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-914577282003-03-26T23:22:00.000-05:002003-03-26T23:22:10.390-05:00Someone on IM just asked me what I was doing, and I revealed my total nerdity by replying, "Oh, not much. I'm about to watch the wildfeed of last night's pre-empted Buffy ep".
Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-909410392003-03-18T14:42:00.000-05:002003-03-18T14:47:10.000-05:00You know, intimating that my entire weekend was horrible is really untrue. I had a great weekend. The weather was amazing, the guy I'm complaining about actually showed me a lovely time on Saturday, despite his latter-day craptasticness and on Sunday Nick came out and we had fun getting trapped in a protest rally with lots of masturbatory Ann Arbor liberals.
east side of street: "Hey, Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-909392662003-03-18T14:11:00.000-05:002003-03-18T14:11:09.420-05:00This is how it goes, of late. I meet someone. I get that fluttery stomach feeling. Things go well, perhaps a date or three, a kiss or two, some heavy petting. The fluttery stomach feeling increases. Oftentimes it comes, unbidden, at the mere thought of the person. I feel, for a while, kind of generally springy and optimistic. And then time passes. Perhaps it's a few days, or a week, or a Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-906571482003-03-13T12:52:00.000-05:002003-03-14T13:32:36.000-05:00I'm a Philosopher/Scientist!Which Enemy of the Christian Church Are You?Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-906395672003-03-13T03:42:00.000-05:002003-03-13T03:42:33.793-05:00Dammitalltohell. Once again, Blogger eats a perfectly funny entry. Curse you, inscrutable internet!!!!!!!
Good news. I'm definitely not dying of cancer, but I think I might have walking pneumonia and the boogie-woogie flu.
I told someone I'd dog-sit for her this weekend, because I am a friend to all animals and they, in turn, love me back. And yet, her dogs hate me. HATE me. Barked Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-905466992003-03-11T17:13:00.000-05:002003-03-11T17:13:02.873-05:00Okay so, I had rehearsal this morning at 9 AM, which all by itself is evil beyond belief. And I already feel like crap on a stick. So I go in, and the director and the other actor are already there, making coffee. We exchange greetings, the inquire after my health, I reply that my cold seems to be taking root. And then they launch into this story about how their last stage manager got sick Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-904820642003-03-10T17:27:00.000-05:002003-03-10T17:27:57.576-05:00Configsys.boy wuvs me. I feel as if I've had a small, warm, fuzzy brush with fame.
I'm real damn irritated that I can't seem to stay healthy, despite adopting a much "healthier" lifestyle in the past year or so. My smoking's dwindled to almost nil, I eat better, I exercise more, I probably drink a lot more, but aside from that, I oughta be getting sick less! And yet, here I am, just a few Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-902812642003-03-06T23:13:00.000-05:002003-03-06T23:13:20.936-05:00The hell, you say? Three posts in one day? What the heck's happened to our favorite actor procrastinator?
This essay is wonderful, it made me get a little choked up, and I just had to share.
Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-902807752003-03-06T23:05:00.000-05:002003-03-06T23:05:34.513-05:00The hell, you say? Three posts in one day? What the heck's happened to our favorite actor procrastinator?
This is wonderful, it made me get a little choked up, and I just had to share.
Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-902649442003-03-06T17:59:00.000-05:002003-03-06T17:59:42.873-05:00Yesterday I got to work the SAE convention, at scenic Cobo Hall, Detroit. Spent all day surrounded by precision German engineering and precision German engineers. It was interesting. And I've come to the somewhat weird and questionably xenophobic conclusion that I really like German men. I guess I had some sort of preconcieved idea about them. I've not the faintest clue why, since I don't Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-902638522003-03-06T17:38:00.000-05:002003-03-06T17:47:47.000-05:00Nerdslut
take the quiz
Now let's be honest. Does this really surprise anyone?
Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-899238082003-02-28T17:03:00.000-05:002003-02-28T17:10:43.000-05:00
I am the Snow White of Lower Michigan.
Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-892950542003-02-18T03:53:00.000-05:002003-02-18T03:53:44.820-05:00I got five hundred some odd bucks in checks from the theatre today, all sort of belatedly: one for my props job, one for a reading I did in January, and one as reimbursment for the money I spent purchasing crap for the aforementioned props job. I felt a little guilty cleaning out the theatre's bank account all in one fell swoop, but hey, they put off paying me, so it ain't really my problem. Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-888105882003-02-09T15:16:00.000-05:002003-02-09T15:16:21.956-05:00There's no justice in this vast internet world for the old skool dial-up kids. I remember just a couple years ago when a cable modem was a luxury item. I could get along with my 56K. We didn't have too many issues, streaming internet media was still at a low enough bandwidth that it didn't make that much of a difference. But now, EVERYONE'S gone off dial-up, and the standard has gone up, up, Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-886646852003-02-06T15:20:00.000-05:002003-02-06T15:20:28.093-05:00I had one of those nights where I write a really long blog entry and then accidentally delete it before it can post.
So, in a nutshell, Anne Frank musical opened, ran, and closed. Got a job doing props for a show about Bosnia. Dropped one of my classes, because I hated it, and because it was getting in the way of me taking advantage of certain job opportunies. Spent last weekend in Rochester,Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-881421852003-01-28T00:59:00.000-05:002003-01-28T01:07:09.000-05:00It was requested I do "inquisitive". So here you go.
It was also requested that I do "that lion face, lemon face" thing. I don't know what that is, John, but I love you so I approximated as best I could.
Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-881420052003-01-28T00:55:00.000-05:002003-01-28T00:55:20.040-05:00Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-878285072003-01-22T01:58:00.000-05:002003-01-22T02:04:47.000-05:00
I just got a free webcam. And one of the first totally unposed captures I get is this very lovely shot of me reacting to the appearance of the Windows Blue Screen of Death, directly after which, my computer crashed.
And hey, after almost two years, I finally changed the picture on my "about" page.Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-871568102003-01-09T03:36:00.000-05:002003-01-09T03:52:01.000-05:00If you like, have fun digging through this huge article from the Ann Arbor News citing 2002's "Best in Area Theatre". My name is mentioned twice, and several plays I was either in or connected with in some way were mentioned as well. My first award. Wow. Nonwithstanding that judging by the length of the article, everyone and their mother recieved some sort of award and/or nomination, I'm Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-867631602002-12-31T16:46:00.000-05:002002-12-31T16:51:08.000-05:00My holiday whirlwind has once again faded into the dust of the past. Thankfully. Every year seems to be faster-paced and more frustrating than the previous year. It was such a blur. I tried to squeeze too much into too short a time and I have been left with a rather dreamlike sense of the last week and a half or so. Not to mention that the entire time, and even right on up into today, I've Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-862933872002-12-19T19:06:00.000-05:002002-12-19T19:06:38.100-05:00A day of getting things into perspective. Am less mad, more resigned. I debated with myself all day yesterday whether to go out and see him last night. Would it make things easier or harder? I didn't know. But I went. And I'm glad I did. It's probably the last time I'll see him before he leaves, and I had a great time, just hanging around and doing stuff and falling asleep on the couch Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-862345412002-12-18T15:36:00.000-05:002002-12-18T15:36:37.176-05:00Well. In all the news that's fit for me to poop on, Bryan, who was *supposed* to be in town until at least February has gotten a surprise job and is moving back to Chicago.
In four days. FOUR days.
So, despite the fact that our first date turned into a second, then a third and then into something that actually was on the verge of being truly amazing....now it's all over, and I'll never get toAnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-856999212002-12-08T19:35:00.000-05:002002-12-09T07:10:20.000-05:00What a good, good day. Bryan (one aforementioned handsome actor boy) called me Friday to find out when I was coming to see his play. I said "Sunday afternoon", he said, "Do you want to go get dinner or coffee afterwards?" Quoth I, "Sure!" Drove out this afternoon to see the show.
Now, it isn't often that you get to see someone mostly naked BEFORE you start dating them, but that is Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-855975382002-12-06T11:36:00.000-05:002002-12-06T11:36:06.306-05:00Hey, so...cute actor boy from the other night wants to "see me again." That's so cool! That like, NEVER EVER happens to me. Neato. Handsome boy like Annie. Of course, handsome boy is visiting actor from another state and will be leaving town in February, but it's nice to be thought of, at any rate.
My mom had this to say about my last entry...
"Way to go, girl!! Even if I had no connectionAnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-855844882002-12-06T04:37:00.000-05:002002-12-09T07:05:38.000-05:00Our Cry Santa review came out, and it's a HUGE big terrible deal, because the critic basically slanders us, the audience, a local actor and the theatre all in one fell swoop. The paper had to print a retraction, and he got a whole slew of angry letters from the theatre, the refreered-to audience members and the director. Here, read it. I'll add my own comments in parentheses.
'Cry Santa' is Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-853297662002-12-01T08:35:00.000-05:002002-12-01T08:35:34.966-05:00I just found out that there's an old Johnny Cash song called "The Ballad of Annie Palmer". God. Damn. That's so cool. I'm a Johnny Cash song.
We opened Cry Santa this weekend. Friday was, er, um, kind of rough. Cues messing up all over the place, lost props, backstage insanity, and far too much pre-show eggnog. But last night? Wonderful. And all the critics were there, so bully for usAnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-850474992002-11-25T05:08:00.000-05:002002-11-25T05:31:59.000-05:00What an interesting night I had. Was at Cry Santa rehearsal tonight. I had parked my car in the parking lot that is right next to the theatre. At some point in the hours between 9:30PM and 1:30AM, whilst I was in rehearsal, some stuff fell magically out of the sky and landed on my car.
What kind of stuff, you ask?
Freeweights.
Yes, I said freeweights.
Three barbells, one 10 pound, one 5Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-848101932002-11-20T06:15:00.000-05:002002-11-20T06:15:44.773-05:00You know, someone was asking me if they could read my blog, and in thinking about it I realized something that I thought I'd share. The blogging usually comes when I feel my most vulnerable and volatile...occasionally, I'll post something inane, but mostly, it's complaining. or pain. Or drama. Or funny stories about how I hurt myself falling off of something. It occurs to me that to the Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-844087792002-11-12T03:53:00.000-05:002002-11-12T03:53:10.190-05:00Did I really say that sex shouldn't be a "primary motivator" and instead a "reward for time invested"?? Lord. I should be shot and placed in a baggie and UPS'd to the set of "Seventh Heaven".Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-843101182002-11-10T04:40:00.000-05:002002-11-12T03:36:23.000-05:00I think this will be the last time I write the word "Conor" on here. I'm getting sick of seeing it, and I bet you're getting sick of reading it. Lonnie's bitter female-ness is rubbing off on me and I'm beginning to distrust men as a general rule, him included. Ten to one we won't be "friends" at all. You wait and see.
I'm really becoming distrustful of any man who has any romantic intentionsAnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-842158062002-11-08T03:35:00.000-05:002002-11-08T03:35:08.276-05:00Feeling somewhat saner.
Spoke to Conor on the phone, and it was almost entirely not weird. So that's a relief. I'd hate for him to actually realize that I'm completely crazy. Of course, I still get the feeling that when he said "let's stay friends" he meant "let's be civil if and when we run into each other" as opposed to "let's continue to hang out and talk on the phone", but perhaps I'm Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-840516682002-11-05T04:43:00.000-05:002002-11-05T04:43:23.760-05:00I need some sort of reset button. I am already congenitally bummed out, and after twenty four years of being systematically hurt or systematically hurting myself, I am bogged down with pain. Nothing ever really leaves me...it's all in there, buried at different depths, depending on how much it hurt and how long ago it hurt, but still very much a part of me. I had a theory once that every new Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-839681752002-11-03T15:04:00.000-05:002002-12-01T08:14:46.000-05:00Last night, Tension-Boy and I had "The Talk". It was rather embarrassing, and I won't go into detail, but the result is that we're just going to overlook whatever awkward tension exists between us and remain strictly friends. I don't know how I feel about this really. I am somewhat disappointed, however I think that has more to do with the loss of that cool exciting potential that exists Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-837374012002-10-29T17:16:00.000-05:002002-10-29T17:20:52.000-05:00What a very long weekend. On Friday afternoon, we were supposed to move all our equipment into the theatre and have a nice leisurely rehearsal/sound check. Jake calls me at like 1:30 and tells me that the people at the place we're renting refuse to let us into the theatre at all that day, and he and Mark "don't really feel like rehearsing anyway", so we won't be doing anything in the way of Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-833932292002-10-23T02:40:00.000-04:002002-10-23T02:40:57.683-04:00I have my Halloween costume, and I didn't have to go through much effort at all. I'm pretty indifferent about Halloween....I mean, I like it and all, but I don't understand spending a zillion dollars and days on a costume you're only going to show off for a couple of hours. I already dress up for a living, so I guess I don't really get a big kick out of it like everyone else. I usually end up Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-831584092002-10-18T03:16:00.000-04:002002-10-18T03:16:14.240-04:00Ask and ye shall recieve. I got a call from Marc today. It made me smile. I got to talk to his cat and everything.
A couple months ago I got invited to play guitar in my friend Jake's bluegrass band, which I completely forgot to mention here. Partly because I got asked, said yes and then heard nothing more about it for something like three and half weeks, so I didn't know if I should even Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-830056042002-10-15T04:22:00.000-04:002002-10-15T04:22:33.380-04:00Hi Marc. I miss your voice. Leave me messages or something.
My love life has all of a sudden gone into overdrive. I (finally) have a second date with Alt-Country Shirt Guy tomorrow, and it has been confirmed by events this weekend that a firefighter friend of mine is nursing a huge crush on me, AND my ever-vigilant friend Lonnie has taken it upon herself to arrange chance encounters between Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-828151222002-10-10T19:44:00.000-04:002002-10-10T19:44:30.053-04:00Today is the 26th birthday of my dear college chum and partner in musical crime, William "Biddy" Wells. Let's all go to his website and wish him a happy birthday so he doesn't feel so old.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIDDY!Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-825875592002-10-06T04:22:00.000-04:002002-10-06T04:32:05.000-04:00Here's the thing. I have stories. I just don't get off on writing them down as much as I used to. I think the wonderful speedy tactile-ness of typing has turned into the beginnings of carpal tunnel syndrome. Now my fingers don't enjoy the workout as much as they just get tired and creaky.
Anyhoot. Stuff's been going on. I went on a date with a guy with an alt-country shirt and indie rock Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-819246622002-09-21T16:41:00.000-04:002002-09-21T16:41:52.370-04:00In all fairness to the theatrical process, I must now post our "bad" review.
Oakland Press
The one bright spot for me is that he still said I did a "fine job", though apparantly my role was badly written and confusing. No awards for me this round, I guess.
I'm struggling with my consumerism. I see the Arby's commercial, and boy, do I want me some Arby's. But I feel so manipulated.Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-815424292002-09-13T01:55:00.000-04:002002-09-13T01:58:47.000-04:00Reviews for my play. Some are better than others, but they're all, for the most part, pretty good. If I weren't so tired, I'd go "Woo-hoo!"
Ann Arbor News
Michigan Daily
Detroit Free Press
Between the Lines Detroit
Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-812890432002-09-07T16:46:00.000-04:002002-09-07T16:46:20.166-04:00Ahhhhhhhh.......the show opened last night, finally. Nothing blew up, nobody died. Phew.
Now we just have to wait for the reviews to come out. Heh.
I pulled the muscle between my neck and shoulder about four days ago during dress rehearsal and it's just not getting any better. It still hurts to turn my head and I'm having to find creative ways to hide my limited range of motion from the Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-810572752002-09-02T17:32:00.000-04:002002-09-02T17:32:06.753-04:00Hmm. I just read last night's post over again, and I swear I'm not nearly as pathetic as I sound. I think I was trying to get a certain sentiment across and failed miserably. I used to be able to deftly combine pathos and humor, but I don't think I should try doing that when it's four in the morning and I'm drunker than I ought to be. I actually had a lot of fun. There were hot boys every Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-810237082002-09-02T04:24:00.000-04:002002-09-02T04:24:04.616-04:00Just got home from a going-away party. Well, it wasn't as much of a party as it was an evening of bar-hopping, beer-swilling, pool-playing and reminiscing. The effect of which is to leave the participants not only drunk, but depressed and drunk. Woo-hoo. Sorry I haven't kept up with the posting. It's been a rather emotionally stressful couple of weeks. And I'm sort of at the point where Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-805360702002-08-21T16:15:00.000-04:002002-08-21T16:15:10.850-04:00I have a cold. I have cramps. I also have an audition tonight. Hilariously, I was told to make an attempt to "look as overweight as possible" for this audition. I've been working out, taking pills and denying myself tasty junk food this entire summer in order to do the exact opposite.
If they want someone who looks different than me, why did they call me back for the role? I don't Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-802226982002-08-14T03:33:00.000-04:002002-08-14T03:35:55.000-04:00Defying Gravity rehearsals have started. Concurrently, my self-doubt has reappeared. Oh, hello, self-doubt! Haven't seen you since I had to sing in front of a thousand people last Winter. How've you been?
Though we have only had two rehearsals so far, it has become clear that the success of this show rests squarely on my shoulders. I'm the central character. Everything sort of connects Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-800429592002-08-09T17:24:00.000-04:002002-08-09T17:43:10.000-04:00Here's a snippit from an entertaining conversation I had today after I asked Ed a question and he did not know the answer...
annie: Man, I thought you knew everything
ed: no...
ed: i only know enough to simulate omniscience
annie: I think that's what I'd like God to say to me when i get to heaven.
annie: "I only know enough to simulate omniscience"
ed: it wouldn't bother you that god Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-800073302002-08-08T22:02:00.000-04:002002-08-09T17:14:28.000-04:00I'm still feeling half a world away. This entire day felt unreal. I was up until 4 AM or something like that, talking on the telephone and having a lovely time. After getting off the phone, however, I had worlds of trouble getting to sleep. My mind was clicking away all night. I finally passed out at some point close to dawn, and I didn't wake up again until well after one pm. I ate a Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-799931612002-08-08T15:09:00.000-04:002002-08-08T15:09:04.736-04:00I have a monstrous crush on someone who, very incoveniently, lives nowhere near me. You know, if scientists would just stop focusing on national defense and instead worry about perfecting teleportation, I wouldn't be in this mess. Come ON, United States government! Chop, chop. I need me some lovin'.
Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-799699352002-08-08T01:26:00.000-04:002002-08-08T21:40:21.000-04:00Every time I try to post a link, I fuck something up. I'm quite obviously too stupid to use blogger, which is sad, because a monkey could use blogger. Anyway, here's a picture of my tattoo. And my, if I do say so myself, very cute feet.
Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-799696322002-08-08T01:17:00.000-04:002002-08-08T01:17:39.213-04:00Here it is. As promised. A picture of my tattoo. Don't let it overwhelm you.
I have a monstrous crush on someone who, very inconveniently, lives nowhere near me. You know, if we could just stop dicking around with national defense and focus on perfecting teleportation, I wouldn't have to be in this mess. Come ON, United States Government! Chop chop.Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-799000522002-08-06T14:08:00.000-04:002002-08-07T00:24:25.000-04:00Last night, again, was very strange.
I have two songs running over and over in my head today. REM's Half A World Away and Magnetic Fields 100,00 Fireflies.
"My mind is racing, as it always will
My hands tired, my heart aches
I'm half a world away, here."
Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-798021102002-08-04T05:25:00.000-04:002002-08-06T14:15:50.000-04:00You know, I like to curse as much as the next potty-mouth, but sometimes, it's just more fun to say Poop. Or Crap. Or "Merciful Crap!!"
So, last night was very strange. It was Joel's 30th birthday. Joel and I continue our very mature relationship by remaining close friends despite the fact that we broke up five months ago, and so I of course was in attendance at his big drunken blowout, heldAnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-796316072002-07-31T03:07:00.000-04:002002-08-04T04:25:40.000-04:00We actually went through with the tattooing. I am inked. Officially. I am just slightly more of a bad muthaf*ka than I once was.
I got it on the top of my foot, to which Ed, the most tattooed person I know, responded, "What a psycho place to get it! That rules!" Apparantly getting it on your foot is kinda badass. According to the guys at the tattoo place. I'll take a picture when the Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-794577782002-07-26T19:57:00.000-04:002002-07-26T20:06:49.000-04:00I have an appointment on Tuesday. To get a tattoo. Brandon does too.
I think we managed to talk each other into it.
It remains to be seen if we'll actually go through with it.
These are the things that happen when you go away for a beach vacation and it rains the entire time. Beware.Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-793318712002-07-24T00:21:00.000-04:002002-07-24T00:21:06.546-04:00I just had the weirdest audition, where, among other things, the guy had me play an entire scene with my back the camera. He wanted me to express silent emotions with my body language. Ah, every actor's dream ... using my ass to express "nervous anticipation". Jeebus Christ. All I could think was, "Man, I bet my butt looks huge on digital video". He also had me improvise a fight with my Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-793293532002-07-23T23:09:00.000-04:002002-07-23T23:09:17.963-04:00Took a sleeping pill last night in an attempt to get back on a normal person's sleep schedule before I go to Virginia. I had to force myself out of bed at 11AM and it is now 2 PM and I'm STILL groggy.
Boy, these things take a long time to wear off.
Nod your head to this. zzzzzzzzzzz.......Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-790772102002-07-17T16:20:00.000-04:002002-07-17T16:20:58.966-04:00I bought a plane ticket. I'm going to Virginia to see Brandon, he who holds the title of Annie's oldest and dearest friend. There are others who come close, but he wins out through pure consistency. We've actually managed to stay relatively involved and in touch over the course of something like ten years, and unlike several other old pals of mine, at no time did we ever decide we hated each Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-789434812002-07-14T15:58:00.000-04:002002-07-14T16:20:31.000-04:00hmph. None of my posts were showing up. I guess now they are.
I crashed this weird party in Detroit last night, and I met Chuck Klosterman, who writes full-time for Spin Magazine and is apparantly sort of famous, as authors go. He was cool, in a very approachably geeky way. He was in town writing an article about the White Stripes. He asked me lots of questions. He said he thought I was Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-788533712002-07-12T02:29:00.000-04:002002-07-12T02:29:33.843-04:00Somehow I never mentioned once that I have been for the past two months involved in a production of A Streetcar Named Desire. Well, I am. Or rather, I was. Our run ended last weekend with a bang. Literally. There was an explosion in one of the apartments on the 11th floor of the high rise building where the Performance Network theatre is (we're on the ground floor) in the middle of the Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-777076012002-06-13T15:01:00.000-04:002002-06-13T15:18:16.000-04:00My 24th birthday came and went last weekend with little fanfare. My sister gave me a AAA membership , which I thought was a VERY good present, though I think perhaps a backhanded comment on the quality of my vehicle. It probably is worthwhile to wonder whether ANYONE up here in the heart of UAW and GM country would even stop to help a broken-down Toyota. I imagine they'd just zip on by, point Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-770772992002-05-28T17:01:00.000-04:002002-05-28T17:01:25.300-04:00I'm fiddling with colors. I suppose it'll stop looking like crap eventually and settle into something aesthetically pleasing.Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-769366242002-05-24T16:32:00.000-04:002002-05-28T14:02:40.000-04:00Haven't seen this in a while. The blog completely disappeared from view for some reason, but now it seems to be back. Huzzah!
The equation for my life right now? Temp job+Childrens Show+Props Designing+Acting = Annie buys a PS2 *and* pays off all her outstanding debts with money to spare. Admittedly, Annie's social life has taken a gigantic spiraling downturn, but Annie has come to realizeAnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-108854022002-03-19T00:13:00.000-05:002002-03-19T00:17:00.000-05:00At the recommendation of Mr Arino, I took this "personality" test (located at colorgenics.com). And man, oh, man. The stupid thing was dead-on.
The profile:
You are the sort of person that needs a peaceful environment. You seek release from stress and freedom from conflicts and disagreements, of which you seem to have had more than your fair share. But you are taking pains to control the Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-106858582002-03-13T01:59:00.000-05:002002-03-13T01:59:30.600-05:00Good christ, I can't believe it's been this long. I've been really down in the dumps lately, and it used to be when I was depressed I'd write reams of journals entries and pain-filled songs and angsty poetry. Now I just seem to shut off. A smaller portion of my down-in-the-dumpiness stems from career stuff, namely, The Elephant Man. Yes, kiddies, I DID get a part in that show (but not the oneAnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-95675532002-02-10T00:39:00.000-05:002002-02-10T00:39:06.443-05:00So, to add on to my job getting paid next-to-nothing to do improvisational children's theatre, I am now gatting paid next-to-nothing to assistant teach a class in Stage Combat with my pal Joe. Well, I say "assistant teach", though he prefers to call me his "punching dummy". What this means is that when Joe wants to show the class how to hit each other a certain way, he first demonstrates on me.Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-95078412002-02-08T02:04:00.000-05:002002-02-08T02:08:51.000-05:00I just found the most INTERESTING thing amongst the mounds of crap littering my room. A journal which I abruptly began on my 18th birthday
(in June) and just as abruptly ended about halfway into my first year of college. It was in a notebook stacked with a bunch of other notebooks I've been carrying around with me for six or seven years now because they're all half-filled with poetry or songs Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-93743812002-02-04T16:24:00.000-05:002002-02-04T16:24:41.313-05:00Okay, so I have to say some of the questions are perhaps a tad unfair...John guessed that I was mortally afraid of sushi, which is a really good guess, because he knows I am really disturbed by sushi and I will never eat it. BUT, I do not fear it, not the way I fear mushrooms. But John, really. You think Buffy the Vampire Slayer is my least favorite show??? I'm an addict!!!!! And I've even Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-92636352002-02-01T03:49:00.000-05:002002-02-01T03:49:39.373-05:00Oops. Let's try that again
Something awful
And you know, it's less fun for me when the people who take the friend test use fake monikers like "random". Come on, fess up...Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-92634902002-02-01T03:38:00.000-05:002002-02-01T03:38:07.460-05:00Follow this link only if you're not easily offended. I laughed so hard I cried.
Something Awful.com
And hey, how come everyone who took my friend test used nicknames? No fair! Come on, fess up, random, jeebus and siddhartha. Well, I think I know who jeebus is....Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-91908652002-01-30T05:28:00.000-05:002002-01-30T05:28:33.043-05:00Insomnia helped me create this little Friend Test. Go here and see how well you know me.
Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-91899082002-01-30T04:10:00.000-05:002002-01-30T04:10:21.936-05:00What the heck??? The great Volvo philosopher and master chef NaTHANiel Thomson just signed my tumbleweed-infested guestbook. This is the coolest day of my year so far. Nate, where in the everloving hell did you come from?
Mike "Hampsters" Cassara says I should (quote)"update your f*#%ing blog! Once a month isn't doing it for me."(unquote)
May I let you all inside the pathetic lump of waste Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-83660292002-01-03T01:05:00.000-05:002002-01-03T01:08:39.000-05:00Whew! I'm tired.
To use what may be an inappropriate metaphor -- after being buried for a few weeks, I've begun to emerge out from under the rubble of the holiday season. I worked my butt off to near-collapse on performances of "It Ain't Nothin' But the Blues" before beginning preparations for my holiday vacation plans, which turned out to include approximately 2,000 miles of driving over a Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-77025132001-12-06T13:43:00.000-05:002001-12-06T13:43:55.766-05:00So, the mysterious Vanderbilt person actually turned out to be not so mysterious after all....in fact he turned out to be my very first boyfriend from high school, who graduated when I was a freshman, went off to Harvard and became a doctor. Boy, maybe I should've worked harder on keeping that relationship alive, huh? Heh heh, no really, I kid. I like my grown-up boyfriend of right here and Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-75973492001-12-03T03:23:00.000-05:002001-12-03T03:23:50.226-05:00Almost half of the visits to my page are referrals from Squirrel Bait. I should thank Meghan for the link, I guess. And weirdly, a whopping 17% of my page visits (the most of any IP) come from Vanderbilt.edu. Do I have fans at Vandy, or are my Murfreesboro friends just using illegal internet connections? Who are you, mysterious Vanderbilt person?Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-75971152001-12-03T03:05:00.000-05:002001-12-03T03:08:12.000-05:00I don't think that instant messaging is the paragon of communication technology that everyone would have us believe. It never takes into account basic conversational tenents like, say, facial expressions, tone, pitch, or inflection. We're relegated to expressing something complex like sarcasm as a little smiley face with a winky eye. This wonderful communication tool that is supposed to help Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-74801512001-11-28T16:51:00.000-05:002001-11-28T16:51:31.606-05:00Do you think it's very, very shallow of me to want to lose a few pounds before I go back home for Christmas week so that my old friends from high school don't look at me and secretly rejoice that I finally DID gain weight after college? Ha ha, they'll think to themselves. Little Miss Actress isn't so special and perfect after all. I suppose I'll deserve it. After all, I'm the one who saw thatAnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-70533712001-11-12T02:35:00.000-05:002001-11-12T02:35:25.513-05:00Hey, I finally got around to implementing a little comment device. Hooray! Thanks, insomnia!! So, hey--leave your comments.Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-70515042001-11-12T00:32:00.000-05:002001-11-12T00:32:45.136-05:00You know, exercise (which I normally do NOT strongly endorse, at least not for myself) is very good at keeping down the little demons of self-loathing. Today I had to toss out a pair of jeans that no longer button around my hips. Last May, they fit fine...but now....(sigh). Anyway, when I feel bad about shit like that, I can remember that not only am I bright, talented, pleasantly eccentric Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-69859132001-11-09T02:10:00.000-05:002001-11-09T02:12:17.000-05:00I went to the bank today and discovered that my balance was in double digits. This acting job could not have come along sooner. Well, that's a bit of a lie. Actually it could have come along a week sooner and saved me the heart attack I had at the ATM this morning.
I've been spending a deal of time with an ex-boyfriend lately. Strictly platonic friendship time, but time nonetheless. It Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-69324452001-11-07T01:08:00.000-05:002001-11-07T01:08:00.403-05:00So, I got the job. woo-HOO! That would be the one I rambled on about last blog. I should be careful what I wish for, shouldn't I? For now, now I feel a deep foreboding, and I am filled with a sort of distant fear. To be truthful, I'm pretty scared of this show. It's an all singing, all dancing musical extravaganza and though I used to consider myself a singer, I have not sung a leading (or Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-69323412001-11-07T01:01:00.000-05:002001-11-07T01:07:30.000-05:00Dear Diary,
Still drinking lots of Tab. And I've decided to talk a walk every day until it gets below freezing. There's no excuse for staying indoors and becoming a vegetable when the world is outside going along without me. I've also decided that Buffy the Vampire Slayer is my new favorite TV show! That Spike is so dreamy. He's got beautiful gaunt cheekbones.
love, Annie
Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-67632482001-10-31T13:42:00.000-05:002001-10-31T13:42:09.906-05:00I found a supermarket that sells TAB! I'm freaking thrilled. The defining soft drink of the eighties, and I've never gotten over my weird school-age addiction to it. This is SO cool!! I'm gonna go put on a power suit and stand on Wall Street screaming "Buy! Sell!"-- sipping my cancer-causing, saccharine-filled Tab.Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-67086092001-10-29T15:56:00.000-05:002001-10-29T16:14:37.000-05:00I just can't get my butt in gear on this blogging regularly thing. I ain't all that busy, guys. I'm just lost the will to write, I guess. Squirrel Bait continues to mock me with its updated-ness, which may perhaps be the only thing that keeps me coming back doggedly. I see Meg's page, I feel guilty, I blog.
So lately I've been caught up in a weird hurricane...life is either passing by me at Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-60280592001-10-01T03:46:00.000-04:002001-10-01T04:08:19.000-04:00Ahh...the irony of publishing an inane little essay about mangos four hours prior to the World Trade Center bombing. Hilarity, thy name is Annie.
Ain't posted much lately, sorry, but life has been filled with rehearsals, phone calls, desperate e-mails, social gatherings, and a lot of sitting in dark, flickering rooms watching CNN. And at first I didn't want to add my two cents to the endlessAnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3064527.post-56080142001-09-11T04:01:00.000-04:002001-09-11T04:06:38.000-04:00Oh Lordy Lordy. Sadly, not much new to report. My obsession with mangos and mango-flavored substances grows by the day. I've not found a mango-related food I haven't liked. Especially Mango Lassi, which is an Indian drink made with yogurt and fruit. I was skeptical at first until I found out it tastes just like an Orange Julius. Mango sorbet (appears to be available exclusively at Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04234526736073267629noreply@blogger.com