I got blatantly hit on on my way home. 
Of course, I WAS looking totally awesome in my pirate duds, so I’m not surprised.
Archive for September 19th, 2007
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Horns of a Dilemma
So, a place in Bellvue (a section of Pittsburgh) called ‘The Creative Treehouse’ is hosting their second annual 24 hour creative marathon weekend after next.
The basic format is, artists arrive/start at 8pm on Friday, Sept. 28th, and continue until 8pm on Saturday, September 29th. There is a theme, but it has been announced (lost and found) so ideas can already start flowing. Registration is free.
This is an event that combines art and sleep deprivation–two things I love and often squish together anyway! I already have some ideas.
Here’s where the dilemma comes in.
On Friday, September 28th I’m going to the Art Institute during the day to get final pre-reg things squared away (computer system tutorial and other things). Saturday, September 29th is my orientation for school, and the time when I’m going to be getting my supplies and class schedule, among other important things I NEED to be there for.
So I was THINKING…I could go to the school on Friday, go home, get my supplies together and maybe catch a nap, THEN after Briggs gets home from work, have him drop me at the Creative Treehouse around 8ish and get working on my project. He could pick me up in the morning, perhaps with enough time to run home and change, put on some makeup, and caffeinate, then we could head to AIP, I could do the orientation thing, and after it was over, head BACK to the Treehouse and finish up my project and stay for the show/food & drinks, but perhaps not all the way until midnight because I’d be kind of pooped by then.
The problem with this plan is that I’m not sure it’s the most *responsible* choice. Going to my important orientation with no sleep in my head and circles under my eyes on the day they are taking student ID photos might not be my best plan ever.
But maybe it is. It’s too early in the day for me to evaluate myself fairly.
Opinions?
Suicidal death-idea, or sleep-dep-y fun?
Current Tally
For: 1
Against: 0
Well, I’m pirated-dudded, and today’s persona is NOT making me inclined to enjoy work. I should be out pillaging or at least sewing the seeds of mayhem! Not sitting at a desk entering stupid pointless information into a computer!
Yarrr!!!!!!!!!
In other news, yesterday I did some various Wikipdeia pirate research and read about Captain ‘Calico’ Jack — the pirate captain to the two infamous female pirates, Anne Bonny and Mary Read. In the ‘in popular culture’ section, it was mentioned that there is a chain of cantinas named after the famous captain.
On my way to work today, I spotted, nestled against our football stadium, ‘Calico Jack’s Cantina’. I think it’s fate. Today I will stop in, pirate clad and say, ‘Yarr!!! Be ye seaking a wench for the preperation and serving of yer grog? I’ll keep them scurvy dogs in line with the masterful drinks I do be able to make. Arrr!’
I wonder how it will go.
Anyway…I must once more devote myself to this barmy task or ‘files’ though I wish no more than to throw it or meself overboard and escape it’s tedious treachery for’er.
The song, ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper’ by Blue Oyster Cult always makes me think most of the scene in the beginning of the TV miniseries of Stephen King’s ‘The Stand’ when the song plays over a montage of almost instantly dead bodies slumped around the rooms and offices of the military fascility, eyes and noses bleeding.
I always thought it was well placed–it makes a strong contrast, because the song is rather melodic and pretty, but still fitting since the song is ABOUT death.
And Molly Ringwald is cool.
