Long, Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

Mele Kalikimaka, Matt Smith.

It's officially fall. I can tell. I have that lingering feeling of dread, accompanied by a soft, chewy melancholic center. My emotions are very closely linked to the weather -- I told Dunegan it's a trade-off; I also get 43 separate channels even though the antenna's bent.

Fall also means that people are getting married. I think that's closely linked to the weather as well, really. There are more weddings at the tail end of summer and during the fall because our animal instincts kick in. Human beings know that the winter is coming, and they want to huddle together for warmth. It's like a long, long, familial hibernation.

At any rate, that's all to say that I've been to several weddings thus far this season, and I still have at least two more to go. One this Saturday, and then Emma and Marty's at the end of the next month. So, long and short and everywhere in between, there've been a lot of weddings.

Hmm. What else? What else? My play, "Big Matzah Balls," was selected in the Future Tenant "Future Ten Festival." So, I mean, that's cool. I wrote it as an assignment for a playwriting workshop at CLIMB, and it was purely experimental. I have a meeting about it tonight -- I'm not really sure how long it's supposed to take. The play's only 10 minutes long. How long could it take?

More from me later. Time to wash. (Jill Sobule tomorrow night! Yay!)

And all that jazz,

Meredith

Who Put the Bop in the Bop-She-Bop-She-Bop?

Matt Smith! I'm a SAINT! Er, something.


You are Saint Francis of Assisi! You don't care
what you look like (or smell like) as long as
you can live simply and help the poor. You
should be receiving your stigmata any day now.


Which Saint Are You?
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THIS, my constant reader, is HYSTERICAL.

When I was younger and was possessed of some french fried potato goodness or some such thing, my older brother would trick me into looking the other way by saying, "Look! It's Saint Francis of Assisi!" I lost a good many delicious french fried or sugary sweet items because of this particular saint. And now it turns out, I share some ridiculous personality traits.

Thanks, Anne. Whenever the stigmata arrive, I'll be sure to send a thank you card your way for pointing me towards this fun filled quiz at Quizilla.

Also, in related news (or completely unrelated, depending upon your point of view and how clean your underwear is), who sent my blog into the City Paper last week? If you're out there, I owe you a drink. Or some gummy worms.

Love, peace, and furry animals,
Meredith Kay