A Whirlwind Week
Oh, how I wish I could say a "whirlwind romance" instead, but even I dare not hope for the almost laughably impossible...
So much going on this week...to start with, one of our grantmaking areas here is hosting a conference of some of the other funders in the field. A few of the attendees are also grantees of ours.
Can I just say one thing? A pack of ungracious, badly-dressed bitches! No other grantees that I've ever worked with have been such high-maintenance, low-class, socially backwards cows. Ever. They complain vocally about everything. They get free meals out of this deal and they complain about that! During other people's presentations, rather than pay attention, they will catch up on paperwork, pass notes, and actually KNIT. You read correctly--KNIT. Great. Even more clothes that look like they were knocked out from a Butterick pattern circa 1974.
These participants are almost exclusively women. It just happens to be that way. If it seems as though I'm being misogynistic in making these observations, well, tough titty--no pun intended. I calls 'em as I sees 'em. Even the co-workers in my office (also female) were shocked at their behavior. Perhaps someone ought to play "the hand that taketh away" with these swamp witches when it's time to consider funding for the next year. A year or so of macaroni and cheese might teach them some manners (it always did for me!), and then we can start over after that.
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In other news, I got my first flu shot the other day. I've had boosters at the doctor before, but I've always been wary of the flu shot, because they say you can get moderately to deathly ill from it (though the latter is very rare). But I thought, I'd rather have a day or so of discomfort than several days of intestinal distress in January or February (when I usually get hit), so I took the plunge(r). It didn't hurt at all, and took only a second. So far it's been fine. My arm, surprisingly, is a tiny bit more sore around the injection site today than it was yesterday (I got the shot Wednesday), but it's barely noticeable, and I haven't developed low-grade fever or scratchy throat (any more than usual).
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"Caged Dames" continues to go well. The houses haven't been as big as they could be, but they're certainly bigger than the ones we got for "Scarrie" last year, which was an awesome show. "Dames" has gotten great reviews, though, which "Scarrie" didn't, so that might account for some of it. There are still three weeks go get out and see it--get your tickets now! (Special thanks to Dirk, who came and saw us last night. It was great having you there!)
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Speaking of Handbag, I was asked to read for the part of mean Santa for their upcoming production of "Rudolph the Red-Hosed Reindeer," which will run every weekend in December. I'm auditioning tomorrow, and will let you know how it goes. This show is also a great one! I organized a group outing two years ago for Chicago Gay Men's Chorus (when I was the social committee chair and used to give a shit), and we had a great time! It's a take-off on the Rankin Bass production from the '60s that I'm sure many of us of a certain--*ahem*--age will fondly remember (actually, they still show it at Christmas sometimes). David Cerda is a masterful writer of parody, and the show is both funny and touching. Go see it! (Whether or not I'm in it.)
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My band is tentatively scheduled to play at the Gallery Cabaret (2020 N. Oakley) in Wicker Park on November 24--the day after Thanksgiving. It's a really late slot (we start at midnight I think), so sleep off your turkey feast and try to catch the show! :-) Easy parking near the club.
That's all for today. Join us tomorrow, when Erica tells Opal--oh, sorry, wrong show.
Toodles!
So much going on this week...to start with, one of our grantmaking areas here is hosting a conference of some of the other funders in the field. A few of the attendees are also grantees of ours.
Can I just say one thing? A pack of ungracious, badly-dressed bitches! No other grantees that I've ever worked with have been such high-maintenance, low-class, socially backwards cows. Ever. They complain vocally about everything. They get free meals out of this deal and they complain about that! During other people's presentations, rather than pay attention, they will catch up on paperwork, pass notes, and actually KNIT. You read correctly--KNIT. Great. Even more clothes that look like they were knocked out from a Butterick pattern circa 1974.
These participants are almost exclusively women. It just happens to be that way. If it seems as though I'm being misogynistic in making these observations, well, tough titty--no pun intended. I calls 'em as I sees 'em. Even the co-workers in my office (also female) were shocked at their behavior. Perhaps someone ought to play "the hand that taketh away" with these swamp witches when it's time to consider funding for the next year. A year or so of macaroni and cheese might teach them some manners (it always did for me!), and then we can start over after that.
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In other news, I got my first flu shot the other day. I've had boosters at the doctor before, but I've always been wary of the flu shot, because they say you can get moderately to deathly ill from it (though the latter is very rare). But I thought, I'd rather have a day or so of discomfort than several days of intestinal distress in January or February (when I usually get hit), so I took the plunge(r). It didn't hurt at all, and took only a second. So far it's been fine. My arm, surprisingly, is a tiny bit more sore around the injection site today than it was yesterday (I got the shot Wednesday), but it's barely noticeable, and I haven't developed low-grade fever or scratchy throat (any more than usual).
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"Caged Dames" continues to go well. The houses haven't been as big as they could be, but they're certainly bigger than the ones we got for "Scarrie" last year, which was an awesome show. "Dames" has gotten great reviews, though, which "Scarrie" didn't, so that might account for some of it. There are still three weeks go get out and see it--get your tickets now! (Special thanks to Dirk, who came and saw us last night. It was great having you there!)
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Speaking of Handbag, I was asked to read for the part of mean Santa for their upcoming production of "Rudolph the Red-Hosed Reindeer," which will run every weekend in December. I'm auditioning tomorrow, and will let you know how it goes. This show is also a great one! I organized a group outing two years ago for Chicago Gay Men's Chorus (when I was the social committee chair and used to give a shit), and we had a great time! It's a take-off on the Rankin Bass production from the '60s that I'm sure many of us of a certain--*ahem*--age will fondly remember (actually, they still show it at Christmas sometimes). David Cerda is a masterful writer of parody, and the show is both funny and touching. Go see it! (Whether or not I'm in it.)
****************************************
My band is tentatively scheduled to play at the Gallery Cabaret (2020 N. Oakley) in Wicker Park on November 24--the day after Thanksgiving. It's a really late slot (we start at midnight I think), so sleep off your turkey feast and try to catch the show! :-) Easy parking near the club.
That's all for today. Join us tomorrow, when Erica tells Opal--oh, sorry, wrong show.
Toodles!
posted by Aaron at 12:19 PM
2 Comments:
Take a deep cleansing breath, Aaron. There...isn't that better?
Butterick pattern. I laughed my ass off at that. My grandmother was a champion seamstress and I remember those laying around ev erywhere growing up.
Flu shots. See, the problem I have with those is the word "shot" is right in their name. Now, if they were called "flu oral medication you take three times a day for the season", I'd have no trouble with them. I don't likey needles. And you are a brave man.
I didn't notice the size of the crowd for DAMES to be honest -- I was so excited to be there. And in the FRONT ROW!!!! It was a lot of fun and, all work and other responsibilites permitting, I am hoping to make it back for RUDOLPH.
Actually, I remember they used to have an oral medicine for polio, which I got when I was about 7. They said, "Oh, it's sweet and yummy!" Actually, it tasted a little like that liquid saccharin stuff...
I used to not like needles myself. Then, I went into the hospital to have my tonsils removed. They did blood tests every day, and I learned to not mind it. The first time I went in, I had some sort of flu or something, so they sent me home to get over it, then come back. As we were leaving (the first time), I standing with a smug "snake that got the egg" expression because I didn't have to take anymore blood tests, my mother with her purse, signing me out, along came the nurse with a syringe full of antibiotics (for the flu thing) and told me to drop my drawers. That was the only shot that ever hurt, because I couldn't watch it going in like the others (I hadn't discovered the joy of two-way mirrors yet).
I learned right then and there never to trust the medical profession again, because they cause you pain on purpose whenever they can! :-)
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