Mr. Demille

Well, auditions for Pride and Prejudice went pretty well... it's hard to tell just exactly how well they went. My monologue was pretty good, I think, at least on the upper side of ok, and the cold readings (which were so much fun!) went quite well. I wound up reading mostly for the role of Elizabeth, and that was definitely the strongest part of the audition. I was suprised to see 7 or 8 girls I knew there... and so few guys... yikes... hopefully more will audition Thursday. Seriously, people, there are so many awesome cute girls auditioning here, you'd think more guys would show up.

But the most exciting part... this morning the Auditor emailed me for a callback! Yea! So Saturday morning I'll be going there with bells on. Or off. Whatever I feel like.

Cecil is suprisingly supportive of this theatrical endeavor. He says that "theatre is the mixed pursuit of all art forms and therefore something to be admired."

Percy just thinks the sets are pretty.

(the sister spud wanted me to talk about her in this post ... so here. Sister spud is eating pizza right now.)

Is't Possible?

Maybe, just maybe

I ate oatmeal this morning.

And... liked it.

Oh, Amy, you're rubbing off on me with your oatmeal love; turning me, of all people, who used to scorn oatmeal as "gross slimy pig-food"... into one of those healthy rednosed Scottish highlanders in "Wee Gillis".

Feeding the Mental Chickens and the Real Sisters

Yesterday morning, as I was studiously skipping breakfast for lack of time, my sweet brother showed up at the door with a plate full of not 1 but 3 delightful kinds of breakfast, apple juice, and cocoa.

What a sweetie. My mental chickens and I thank you.

(i am currently hobbiting it with a fire, rookmaker's 'modern art', and large socks, and do not plan to stop until the weather gets warmer)

"Cogito Ergo Cenon"

~or~

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"I think, therefore, I eat"

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studying makes me so hungry!

piglet would love it. or maybe haycorns are different.

this coffee tastes like i always imagined acorn coffee would taste like.

and yes, i have actually wondered what acorn coffe would taste like before. haven't you wondered? i mean what else did you think squirrels drank in the morning?

verdict: the squirrels are right. yea!

que? what?

from whence comes the que in barbeque?

there are a lot of stories explaining this, and unfortunately i found out today that my favorite of these stories is classified as a myth.

the story goes that a group of french people visited the carribean and saw a pig being roasted whole on a spit over a fire, and said the cooking stake went "barbe a queue," or "from beard to tail.

oh dear, now i'm very hungry.

minty fresh!

ahhhh! yum. these are the best mints in the world.

Gnocchicism

Thinking about Gnosticism makes me hungry. For pasta.

Mmmm... Gnocchi.