How Star Trek improved my confidence in my writing skills

Seymour and I have been rewatching all things Star Trek since we were dating; we’ve taken care of the original series, The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, and all the movies (although we’re not big fans of the reboot and I haven’t yet seen Into Darkness).  We’re halfway through our Enterprise rewatch at the moment (which is great because it means I’m that much closer to a rewatch of my beloved Voyager), having started Season 3 the other night.  Seymour’s been telling me about how awful the third season is; he’s not a big fan of the temporal cold war story arc or the Xindi story arc and frankly, I kind of agree with him on the temporal cold war thing.

Anyway, the point of this is that the season premiere of Season 3 had me laughing.  And facepalming.  The words, “What the hell?!” kept running through my head.  Sure, it started off okay – recap of the season finale, Xindi council meeting, theme song (which sucks now – they completely ruined it by jazzing it up).  But then they unveil the new command center, and that’s where it all went wrong:

So, about your border…

Finally got around to putting up Tomcat’s wallpaper border tonight.  It went more or less okay until we got to the closet.

This crap should be drug out into the street and shot.  Repeatedly.

In other news, tomorrow I will probably have a post on how awesome Tomcat’s room looks.  You know, after the electrician finishes installing his ceiling fan and I get everything put back in his room where it belongs. 😀

That is all.

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Odds and ends

First, I think this cartoon accurately describes the weather we’ve been suffering through lately:

Last night we had a lovely thunderstorm.  Greg and I sat out on the front porch and watched it rain for about half an hour.  It had cooled off so much that I actually got goosebumps!  It was all lovely and romantic and wonderful.

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Another Tuesday in the trenches

It’s been another day of fighting through the cloud of illness to function normally.  Not that I’ve functioned normally at all today, mind you, but I’ve sure tried.  I had rather a nice little rant going in my head earlier that I had intended to post, but now, sadly, it’s all lost.  I suppose that’s because I spent my lunch break working on my story rather than writing down my rant.

Part of it, naturally, involved people’s seeming inability to spell anything properly.  A couple of people on my Facebook friends list come to mind, a certain M.D. and T.N.  I honestly don’t know how T. managed to graduate for as bad as his spelling is – it’s incredibly hard to figure out what he means sometimes.  I hate chatting with him online because I have to read what he writes very carefully in order to figure out what he’s saying.  For instance, would you have ever guessed that “fencsay” is “fiancée”?  Me, either.  As for M.D., she’s at least intelligible, but still irritating (spelling “coming” with two m’s, for instance).  Pay attention in school, people!  Spelling and grammar are important!

And yes, I know there are probably a zillion errors in my writing because I’m occasionally too lazy to take a couple seconds and run spell check, but at least I try.

And now that I’ve come off as a judgmental wench, I’m going to call it quits for the day.  I’ve spent far too much time on authonomy today to play much here, and I need to clear my head.  I was hoping caffeine would help with that, but when it fails, there’s always screaming baby.  And for the record, I blame any grumpiness today on lack of sleep and being sick.  I’m really tired of being sick.

(c) 2010.  All rights reserved.

I’ve got sunshine…

…because it’s not cloudy for once.  Woo!

Still feeling rather blah today.  My head finally stopped hurting, thank God, but I’ve been so tired all day that I nearly dropped off at work this morning.  I’ve spent the day gettin’ jacked up on caffeine, so I hope I can sleep tonight.  I can’t wait to watch Bones later, so I don’t know which will keep me awake longer, the caffeine or the lovely t.v. that I’ve been anxiously awaiting ever since I saw the preview last week.  I don’t remember the last time I got this excited over a t.v. show.  Oh, wait, yes I do.  It was back when Voyager was still on.  That’s right.  🙂

Speaking of Star Trek, I was rather disappointed with the new movie.  I loved Chris Pine; I thought he was an excellent Captain Kirk.  And when I finally figured out that it was Jennifer Morrison who played his mom (and not just some unknown Kirsten Dunst lookalike-wannabe), then I was tickled pink.  I kind of found myself wishing she’d been in it more because I really like her.  However, I was more than a little disturbed when they blew up Vulcan and after that, I just couldn’t get into it.  I kept waiting for a Year of Hell-type fix at the end where the timeline was restored and everything goes back to normal – I could have lived with that, even though it would be a cheap fix to a bad plotline – but it never came, and that was incredibly irksome.  Yes, irksome.  Because I can’t think of an adequate swear word.  Also because I apparently write in sentence fragments now.  And the whole thing where they completely rewrote how Captain Pike ended up in the wheelchair and lost command of the Enterprise?  No.  Just no.  I’ll take The Cage any day, thank you.

And honestly, the Romulans?  I was disappointed.  They looked nothing like the Romulans I’ve seen.  Okay, so I haven’t seen all of the original series or even most of The Next Generation (that I remember), but even in Deep Space Nine and Voyager, the Romulans looked a lot more Vulcan than they did in this movie.  These new future-y Romulans looked like normal guys with tattoos on their faces.  I found it very distracting.

All that said, though, the movie had its moments.  Karl Urban was great as Dr. McCoy.  One of my favorite parts was where he kept giving Jim shots and Jim finally had enough and started yelling at him to stop it.  That was great.  I also enjoyed the part with the Spock, Leonard Nimoy, although I must admit that I had flashbacks of Futurama and the episode they did where Melllvar held them hostage on a forbidden planet and held a Star Trek convention.  That was a funny episode.

Okay, so actual work interrupted the posting of this post.  Perhaps that’s a little redundant, but I just finished watching that episode of Bones that I had so been looking forward to.  And now I’m pissed.  I avoided spoilers like the plague for the last six months because after I looked at the story that was in TV Guide – and I shouldn’t have – I wanted to save myself for the episode so that I could fully enjoy it.  Boy, did I not enjoy it.  I mean, I liked – okay, loved – the whole Booth and Brennan together thing.  I loved Caroline being in it because she’s awesome.  The woman can deliver a line like nobody’s business.  And Sweets was pretty good with his little band; the tie-in to Gormogon was kinda funny.  It was obvious that the whole thing was some sort of dream sequence, but when he said, “Who are you?”  Oh, man, if looks could kill, my t.v. would no longer be working.  I think I even startled Greg a bit because he paused the show just before the dreaded words and he said he thought I was going to give birth for a minute.  I didn’t say a thing, but the look on my face was all, “Don’t do that!!!”  And then Booth spoke and I decided I had some writers to kill.  Well, first I need to find out whose idea it was to blow up Vulcan and hurt them and then I need to find out whose idea it was to give Booth amnesia and hurt them.  You can’t fuck with Booth and Brennan, people, it’s sacrilege!  This is even worse than blowing up Vulcan!

*hiss*

I have a feeling I’ll be ranting about this for a good long time.  Like, all summer until the new season starts.  And by God, they’d better fix it.  Or else.  Grrrr…

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Everything you ever wanted to know about running a garage sale

Today was the annual City-Wide Garage Sale in Reinbeck.  We had one.  Needless to say, it was a long week.  We got the garage swept out last Sunday, carried things into the garage Wednesday night, set things up Thursday night, and priced everything last night.  We were up till after 11:00 p.m. every night this week and then I had to crawl out of my nice warm bed at 6:00 a.m. this morning to get the signs put up so people would know we were having a sale.  The city always puts out a map of people having sales and then they have the maps at Casey’s and Trunck’s.  It costs $5 to have your name put on the map, but it’s worth it because then people know where all the sales are.  We paid our $5 and when Greg went to Casey’s this morning to get some pop and a couple of the maps, he discovered that they had left our house off.  So we paid $5 for nothing.  I guess it’s a good thing my signs held up…

So this is how my morning went:

  • 7:32 – I would much rather be going around town checking out garage sales than sitting out here in the blistering cold running my own garage sale.
  • 7:34 – And by blistering cold, I am, of course, referring to the parts of me not right in front of the heater.
  • 8:02 – Come on, people, BUY MY STUFF!!!  See?  Three exclamation marks.  Just buy it.  You know you want to.
  • 8:05 – My policy should be, “If you look at it, you buy it.”  Then maybe I’d get done in time to do some shopping myself.
  • 8:06 – I should have brought my computer out with me.  Then I would be entertained and my lap would be warm.  Yay warm!
  • 8:28 – Hooray!  A sale of some consequence at long last!  Woo!
  • 8:35 – It’s always nice to get repeat customers!
  • 8:56 – Have officially given up all hope of keeping track of items sold.  Managed to get two items on the list before giving up.
  • 8:57 – Am now channeling Bridget Jones.  Must lose weight.  Must also try to forget about yummy Daniel Cleaver.
  • 9:18 – I should have a no smoking sign up.  Someone came in with a lit cigarette.  Yuck!
  • 10:01 – There be donuts in the house.  Why is it that everything yummy is so bad for you?
  • 10:45 – Okay, so it’s not winter-coat-and-coveralls cold anymore, but it’s still darn chilly.  And the lovely heater is making me sleepy.
  • 12:25 – Our heaters died. 😦  Apparently we blew a fuse.  But then it was Greg to the rescue and now the heat has been restored!  YAY!! 🙂
  • 12:26 – My jaw hurts.
  • 12:29 – With my trusty  heater by my side, I’ll never be cold again!  I sorta feel like I’m camping, but without the s’mores.
  • 12:33 – You know, s’mores sound good.  I need s’mores.  Where are all the s’mores when you really need them?
  • 1:01 – Have you ever been high as a kite and then gone garage saling?  Well, my neighbor sure seems to enjoy it!
  • 1:27 – Please, dear high-as-a-kite neighbor lady, don’t come back till you’ve sobered up.  You digging through my knives makes me nervous!
  • 1:39 – Tick, tock, tick, tock…Come on, two o’clock, hurry up and get here so I can close up and do something fun!

It’s amazing what brings out the kooks in town.  There’s an apartment complex next door to our house and one of the tenants came over to see what we had for sale.  “Whoa, it’s like a little store!” she exclaimed upon entering, holding a glass of questionable contents (orange juice for sure, but Lord only knows what else).  “Oh, I love your lamp!  I want this lamp.  I’ll be back for it.  You guys have exactly what I need, I swear.  You really do.  You have everything I need.  I’ll be back.  Oh, I love this lamp!  I want your lamp.”  After several painful minutes of her seriously disorganized (I can’t think of the word I want, sorry) rambling, she finally left, only to return about a half hour later with her rather annoying (and awfully overweight) dog in tow.  She wasn’t quite as high when she came back, thankfully, but still, when she went pawing through the box of miscellaneous knives, Teresa and I got a little nervous (Greg’s mom came up for the weekend and sat with me through most of the sale).  This time, psycho neighbor lady picked up one of a two-pot set (she only wanted the one – they were a buck for the pair), a handful of knives, and a can opener, set them down near the check-out, and went to let her dog relieve itself (hopefully in someone else’s yard).  “But I’ll be right back.  And I really want that lamp, but if you sell it to someone else, you go right ahead, it’s okay.  But if you don’t, I’ll take it.”  Gee, lady, thanks; I’m so glad I have your permission to sell my lamp.  *sigh*  Some people.  While she was amusing in her own “special” way, I wasn’t too disappointed that she completely forgot about coming back to our garage sale.

Greg had to work today, so he didn’t get to enjoy watching the people come and go.  He did, however, rig something up so that we could still run the heaters after we blew a fuse in the garage.  He grabbed his heavy-duty extension cord and plugged it in at the house, then rolled it out to the garage to plug in one of the two heaters we’d been using.  That was nice.  But apparently we must have blown another one in the house because when I sat down to count the take in the dining room, the light wouldn’t turn on.  There’s no way we blew out nine lightbulbs at once, so we must have blown another fuse running that heater.  *sigh*  Oh, well.  At least we were warm.

There weren’t many people out today for the garage sales, not that you would know it from talking to Greg.  Every time I talked to him, he told me about the bumper-to-bumper traffic on Randall Street.  Trouble is, we’re not on Randall Street!  My theory is that people started up on Valley Drive and out in Eastgate and over on Hillcrest and Ridge Streets and then by the time they got done with all the rich people’s houses, they were too tired, too broke, or too tired and too broke to come over to the west side of town and visit our lowly establishment.  For Pete’s sake, we had good stuff, dammit!  It’s not like we’re in the poorhouse.

Okay, end rant.  I just was not real patient with people this morning.  I mean, I was, it’s just that I was dissatisfied with how long they were taking to get out to our house.  Our biggest crowd consisted of four people who happened to wander in at the same time.  And then there was one lady who came in with her kids and her son was just a terror!  He was tearing things apart all over the place and she really wasn’t a lot better, but then she was just like, “Well, come on, we’re going,” and didn’t reprimand him once or tell him to behave and keep his hands to himself or anything.  And then he wanted a toy and she wouldn’t buy it for him because it was part of a bag and he only wanted the one, so he threw a temper tantrum, clearly expecting it to work.  If I’d behaved like that, my mother would have given me the spanking of a lifetime when we got home.  She didn’t buy him the toy, at least, and I was glad when they were gone.

There were a couple people that came in like that, who were worse-behaved than the kids.  That always gets me.  This one gal came in with her sister and they were looking at Greg’s Jeff Gordon jacket.  The one woman ended up buying it, but her sister was trying to talk her out of it.  She used the very tips of her fingers to pick it up and look at it quick, and then she asked if we had any hand sanitizer she could use.  She dropped the jacket in a heap on the table and then brushed her hands together, as if the jacket was filthy and she couldn’t stand the thought of being contaminated by it.  She said if it had been a Dale Earnhardt, Jr. jacket, she would have been all over it like white on rice and I thought, “Gee, lady, aren’t you a little old to be acting like a middle schooler?”

Hmm, it seems that the battery in my laptop is about to go dead, so I should probably wrap this up.  I have a headache anyway and need to go take some more something for it.  Some food, perhaps; all I’ve had today were a handful of Mike & Ike’s and a few slices of summer sausage, washed down with a lovely bottle of Dr. Pepper, because clearly, I’m a health food junkie.

Oh, and happy Mother’s Day!

(c) 2009.  All rights reserved.

No news

Sorry.  There’s just not much to tell lately.  I really haven’t felt like writing all that much, which is rather odd for me.

So to update, we’ve finally settled on the bridesmaid dresses.  Yay!  One thing down, 970 million more to go.  Um, I’m being confirmed at church Saturday night.  And my tummy hurts.  Apparently all the antacid I took after lunch hasn’t kicked in yet.  It really needs to, though, cuz I’ve had awful heartburn since yesterday and it needs to go away.

I actually made some progress on my type-up-all-my-old-stories project.  I got one all typed up and I started on another one.  Oh my God.  Seriously.  I knew they were bad, but holy crap, I didn’t realize the exact extent of the horror.  Yikes!  I should be shot for writing such utter drivel.  Aside from the fact that every time someone asks my character to tell them about herself, she gives them her life story in one paragraph, well, there are really no words to describe just how bad it was.  I kept making remarks like, “It’s a good thing I never got knocked up at fifteen like some people do because I’d have stuck my kid with a truly heinous name,” or, “You have got to be kidding me.  What the hell was I thinking?!”  And I thought these were good once upon a time?  I was out of my freaking mind!  Greg asked me why I was typing them all up if they were so bad.  I told him it was so that I had a record of what I used to write.  “Oh, so you’re not going to have them published?” he asked.  “Oh, HELL no!”  I replied.  “I’d die of embarrassment!”

And I would.  They are true horrors.  *shudders*  And yet, I keep on going…

We got 8 inches of swearing Sunday.  This is April, dammit.  That’s not supposed to happen.  When they said April showers bring May flowers, they meant rain!  Not white crap!  NO MORE WHITE CRAP!!

Okay, I think I’m done now.

But on the subject of crap, my long-awaited piece of BSB-inspired fluff is nearing completion.  Yay!  Because everyone loves a good bit of fluff, right?  Right?  You know I’m right.

*sigh*  I hope this afternoon goes by as quickly as this morning did because I just want to go home and curl up in bed.  I seem to be feeling rather averse to productivity today.  So with that, I think I’ll go back to doing quizzes on Facebook and hope that this time, stupid WordPress will post my entry when I tell it to instead of saving 90% of it as a draft and losing the rest of what I typed.  I hate when things of that sort happen.  Stupid computer glitches.  If I could remember everything that I typed, it wouldn’t be such a big deal, I guess, but my memory sucks, so there ya go.  Apparently my computer sucks, too, but I already had suspicions of that.

Friday needs to hurry up and get here.

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Again with the snarkiness…

But this time it wasn’t mine.  Well, okay, it reminded me a lot of mine, but this time it wasn’t me, I swear.  This was an article from Wednesday’s Iowa Falls Times-Citizen, or rather, it was a letter to the editor of that newspaper.  Here is what Jory Rapp of Alden had to say:

It saddens me, as well as angers me, to think that it has become so “politically incorrect” to say, “Merry Christmas.”  We are so afraid of offending someone for one reason or another that stores won’t put Merry Christmas in their ads, school concerts are called “winter concerts,” and such ridiculous rot as that.  It seems like it’s wrong to offend everyone else; everyone, that is, except for the Christians.

If memory serves me right, wasn’t our country founded on Christian beliefs, values, and morals?  We trusted in God to establish, guide, and bless our country, yet now we spit in His face and are outraged at having Him be part of our country and its government.  Then we have the audacity to moan at the shape our country is in and ask why God allows certain things to happen.  If we would look to the Bible and the history of the Israelites, we would see what happens when people turn their backs on God, when they choose to worship other gods and idols.  We are headed down that path and if we continue to kick God out of everything, one day we will be standing in the midst of a disaster asking, “Where are you, God?” and His answer will be, “You didn’t want me around, so I left.”

This Christmas season, I will remind my children that we celebrate because God chose to send His Son to this earth as a baby to one day be the Savior of all mankind and that we are to share that gift with others.  I wish everyone a very blessed and “Merry Christmas.”

 I thought this was very well written and I pretty well agree with it.  If Ben Stein can stick up for “Merry Christmas” even though as a Jew, he doesn’t celebrate it, why can’t the rest of us?  “Season’s Greetings” has got to be about the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.  The holiday is Christmas.  If you have a problem with that, go back to wherever you came from.  Or celebrate Festivus.

And now, on to snarkier matters…

It appears that the Idiot Brigade is back in full force.  I swear I got stuck behind every idiot driver in Grundy County Wednesday.  I was nearly hit by someone who decided to switch lanes without making sure there was no oncoming traffic and then again by someone who decided to take his half out of the middle while I was trying to pass him.  If he’d come any further into the left lane, he could have knocked me right off the road.  And then yesterday I was nearly run over by some idiot at a stop sign who was watching around the corner instead of right in front of him, where I happened to be walking.  Jerks.  What is it about winter that brings out the idiot in people?

On a more positive note, thank God it’s Friday!  I am so looking forward to the weekend.  No getting up for work and struggling to make it through the day, no idiots to deal with on the road because I fully intend to stay home and be exceedingly lazy, nothing but chick flicks and romance novels.  Oh, and Christmas present wrapping.  And Christmas card writing.  And maybe a little bit of 4-H paperwork.  Woo!  I love weekends!

Merry Christmas, y’all, and happy Friday!

(c) 2008.  All rights reserved.

Perhaps a little more snarkiness…

…After all, I was seriously upset last night.  I suppose it’s a stupid thing to be that upset over, but I think the reason it bothers me so much is that music has always been such a huge part of my life that it really irritated me to see a performance where it looked like nobody really cared.  They were shooting for mediocrity and barely achieved even that.  I was always taught to strive for excellence.  Those kids (the fourth graders in particular) had a serious problem with projection; we sat about as far away from the singers as you could possibly get and could hardly hear them most of the time.  At one point we couldn’t even understand what they were singing because they weren’t enunciating at all.  I remember quite vividly a lesson I received once on enunciation during kids’ choir practice at church.  Let me tell you, I enunciated perfectly after that.

It also really bothers me that in so many public places, we are encouraged not to say anything even resembling a remembrance of what Christmas is really all about.  Christmas is first and foremost about celebrating the birth of Christ and his life and works.  Secondly, it is about spending time with family and friends and thanking God for the blessings you have had and continue to receive.  It is not about shopping and buying and spending and receiving.  As a kid, I remember not really caring so much about the family part and the religion part.  But now that my mom and both my grandparents are gone, I really cherish the times that I can spend with my family all together.  Those times are few and far between.  And the older I get, the more I can appreciate what God has done for me in my life and the more I find myself…apparently forgetting to take my hot water out of the microwave so I can have some hot chocolate.  Excuse me.

Okay.  Yesterday I heated up some water twice in order to make a cup of hot chocolate and I forgot about it both times.  I think I remembered it as I was leaving work for the night.  Today I’ve only done it once so far.  Let’s see if I can remember to take it out of the microwave while it’s still hot this time.

Anyway, I think I’m a little calmer now.  I am just so sick to the teeth of all this stupid political correctness garbage.  Kids don’t say the Pledge of Allegiance in school anymore because “it might infringe on someone’s right not to believe in God.”  You can’t have the Ten Commandments in courthouses anymore.  Oh, and by the way, no Christmas carols in the annual Christmas concert because someone might be offended.  Really, how much farther are we going to let them take this?  If you don’t want to hear Christmas music, don’t go to the concert.  If you don’t want to say the Pledge of Allegiance because you don’t believe in it, don’t say it!  If you don’t like the way we do things in our country, go somewhere else.  Otherwise, shut your yaps and do like the rest of us.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for the separation of Church and State, but I think in some cases we’ve taken it a bit too far and much farther than the Founding Fathers intended, Christmas concerts and prayer in school being prime examples.  I’m not saying I want to live in a religious state, but seriously, people, use some common sense.  By not allowing such expressions of faith as singing Silent Night in a school Christmas concert, we are effectively offending ourselves.  I’m offended that kids are not allowed to sing a religious Christmas song at the Christmas concert because it might offend someone else.  The community in which I live is predominantly, if not entirely, Christian, and I think it’s stupid that we are not allowed to sing Christian Christmas songs during the Christmas concert.

Okay, so maybe I wasn’t done being snarky.  I’m sure I probably just talked in circles around my main point of wow, we’re all being stupid here, folks, but oh well.  I guess I’d just like to know why what was okay for us to sing as kids in our Christmas concerts is suddenly not okay to sing now.  For crying out loud, they could have at least sung something like Silver Bells or Jingle Bell Rock or Let it Snow!  Let it Snow!  Let it Snow!  While these are all nice songs in their own way, they’re no Angels We Have Heard On High or O Holy Night, but they’re at least Christmas classics.  Where were they in the program?

Okay, okay, I promise I’ll get off my high horse now.  I’ve been looking at my archives list and I can’t believe I’ve been blogging for over a year!  I know, that’s not much for some people.  I have one friend who’s been at it regularly for the last five years.  But for me to actually keep something like this going this long is pretty cool, especially given that I haven’t been doing a whole lot of actual writing lately.  I so need a free time machine.

And in case you were wondering, yes, I remembered to retrieve my hot water from the microwave so that I can have some hot chocolate.  Yummy!

(c) 2008.  All rights reserved.

A depressing evening

Warning: Much snarkiness and ranting ahead.  You’ve been warned.

I’ve been feeling rather snarky since about an hour ago.  The elementary Christmas concert was tonight and we went.  What a disappointment!  If we had sung like that, Mrs. Eckhoff would have had our heads.  And the music!  One song was called Christmas in America and the first lines talked about how “I like shopping at my favorite mall and wrapping presents” and…talk about appalling!  Christmas has become so commercialized that it’s just sickening.  The song briefly mentioned Silent Night, a Christmas classic, but was anyone actually singing it?  NO!

I spent 2/3 of the concert giving my inner critic free reign over those hapless elementary kids.  It’s not their fault they had crappy music to sing; they probably don’t even realize the significance of what they were singing.  But the teachers should know better!  And then when they had a song that featured kids on recorders, they gave the kids the harmony while the melody was barely audible coming from the BOOM BOX ON THE FLOOR.  In my day, someone played the piano and it was a hell of a lot better.  The funniest part is that it’s the same teacher!  Mrs. Eckhoff, you must be feeling the burn-out to have allowed a performance like that.

Okay, I think I’m finished giving voice to my snarky inner critic.  Except that it’s truly alarming to see what’s being done to music programs in our schools.  With declining enrollment (the entire fourth grade had only 15 kids) and budget problems across the board, I’m sure they think this is adequate, but that’s the problem.  It’s not even adequate and to say that this is what passes for adequate is just depressing.  I loved being in music in school (yes, I’m a band geek to the core) and I can’t believe that this is what our school music program has devolved to.  And we used to actually use the auditorium instead of having it IN THE GYM.  It was one thing when we were in high school and you couldn’t fit everyone on the stage in the auditorium, but they would have had more than enough room to fit these kids up there and there would have been more than enough seats to fit the audience.

*shakes head*

*sigh*

If you’ll excuse me, I feel compelled to write a scathing letter to the editor of the newspaper.  I probably won’t actually do it, but I am pretty disappointed in our school right now.  There are no words for how disappointed I am.

(c) 2008.  All rights reserved.