OK…I have a ton of things to do tonight, so what am I doing? Reading the MMP, of course!
Yay Rigs !!! Yay!!!
It is so cool that you’re in!!! (You should have heard me cheer in real life!)
And congrats on the promotion, Rebo!
Of course we missed you, Mika! No talk of Bollywood movies, Indian holidays, and all manner of stuff.
Secret message for scout: Hi!
Glad the little pug is doing better.
So where’s Rue? Did he even stop by to say hi last week?
There was more, but I need to get about 4 million things done. Tomorrow is plant-shopping (not for me, for the park where I volunteer) day and I have all kinds of organizational stuff I need to do.
Well, my cyberstalker took to sending me obscene e-mail today. There I was, oogied to the core, and Swampy was nowhere to be found.
In other news, I talked quite a while to a new financial guy today who managed to pickup where the old guy left off. I should know by tomorrow evening if we can pull off the deal for the new VunderLair.
Hey everyone. It occurs to me I don’t post much in the afternoon/evening. I’ll work on that.
While we’re on the subject of graduate school, I spoke once again with my professor regarding the choice I have to make. Here’s a concise summary:
Dartmouth. Entirely paid for. Aimed exactly at the level of mathematical physics background I have, and the program is designed to groom students to become theorists. I’d probably end up at the top of the class, and end up being able to transfer to anywhere I personally would want to go to study quantum gravity.
Amsterdam. $35 to $50 thousand dollars for both years combined, total cost. This is doable if I secure some sort of scholarship for the second year (which is more expensive because the tuition triples for some reason). It’s aimed somewhat higher than the background that I have, but I was told by them that I’d be able to close the gap. I’d probably end up in the middle of the class, which is equivalent to being at the top of the class at Dartmouth. If by some miracle I end up in the top third of the class at Amsterdam, I could quite literally go anywhere.
Hi scout!
So, I’m not sure exactly how Amsterdam would be paid for. My parents would be able to help with some of it, but if it comes down to loans then it comes down to loans. At this point you should know that I do want to go to Amsterdam. I just need to make it work.
The second one was to make sure that the result of the first one was a fluke. They found trace amounts of intact blood cells the first time around, which might have indicated a kidney problem. Fortunately, they were gone this time, and so was the lower back pain that led me in there in the first place.
rigs, please tell us all about what you’re going to be doing in this program! I’m very curious. And congrats again!
All I can say is wow-ee look-a where I am! Tonight, I landed- POW! right in a pot of jam!
just checking in. Spent the night at school last night… tonight was final dress. The costumes are fantastic. The tech is actually running relatively smoothly. Tomorrow’s the big day.
Opening night is sold out. Thursday and Friday are SRO, Saturday is sold out, Sunday still has a few more seats.
I’m BEAT. I’m off to get some beauty rest. And hopefully no “I had to get my legs and vocal cords amputated the night of the show!” nightmares.
This question actually came up at dinner last night. We decided that Rue has obviously forgotten his roots. I’m thinking he needs his butt kicked - not too hard - just enough to get his attention…
Dinner was nice. Taters is charming, if a lush… She says hi to everyone and she misses the MMP. She also said her spouse is a frequent lurker, so Hi, Mr Taters!! You and my brother have the same name. (Yes, my brother’s name is Mr. Taters…) Before dinner, we had an adventure, trying to find the entrance to the restaurant we chose at random from the Crystal City shopping area map thingie. It ended when welby called the place and asked where their door was. I think it’s safe to say that if you’re lost, you don’t what any of us to lead, at least no thru a shopping/restaurant complex. Except maybe for welbywife - she was smart enough not to pretend she had any idea of where we were going and she suggested calling the restaurant.
I’m posting at this ridiculously early hour because I got up at 3:30 with FCD. He’s on his way to the airport for an early flight to San Fran, on to Stanford where he’s to monitor the loading of a satellite on a truck for the trek back to DC. Then he and 2 others will follow the truck back from the luxury of a pimped out bus. I expect him home Sunday or Monday. Meanwhile, it’s me and the critters till then. Except it’ll just be the critters soon, because I need to get a shower and get to work. I may go in early so I can leave early.
Or I could go back to bed and call in sick… decisions decisions…
Dottie - I hope someone will be taking pictures that you will post for us to see? and when you do, try BubbleShare. gt turned me onto it - it’s the best photosharing site I’ve ever encountered
I’m glad a good time was had by all at the mini dopefest. If I’m hungry and with y’all, I’ll lead the way, ok?
MBG I cooked carrots and taters (N.O.T.) with the pot roast, of course! One must always do that, just as one must always ensure a rich thick gravy is made.
Dots yes, we want pictures. We’re a really [del]nosy[/del] interested group.
No troth plighting was done Bobbio. Though we were plighting the trough pretty good.
Dinner was nice, and Taters really is a lush. When she ordered her drink and the waiter got it wrong she got testy. We feared she might leap out of her seat and grab the poor waiter by the throat. I’ve got pictures, but haven’t taken them off the camera yet. I was a tired welby yesterday.
We also discovered that it takes 3 Dopers, one non-Doper, and a phone call to find a restaurant entrance.
Since you guys have been relatively good, here’s the link to the interview yesterday:
Yesterday I left work early because there was nausea. Today I am at work only because nobody’s been trained to back me up on my job if I’m out sick. And because of the look my supervisor gave me when I asked to leave a whole hour early yesterday. But oh yes, they’re paying–I refused to shower or put on makeup this morning. Take that!
Dots, we definitely want pictures. If I had a scanner, I’d reciprocate with some utterly ridiculous pictures of me in high school productions, but alas, I don’t. (My makeup for playing Sarah Good in The Crucible was so frightening, the guy at McDonald’s nearly cried. Yes, of course I went for food–there’s not really much else for Sarah to do in the first act!)
welby, get on those pictures, dangit!
Hi scout!
Bobbio, how obscene was the e-mail? Did it include pictures or sound files of any sort? Was it full of colorful language? I’m a sick person. sigh
I don’t have any pearls. But I’m sure I’d like Ellen’s if I saw them.
I tried to watch Match Point when I got home from work yesterday. I didn’t even get to what was supposed to be the good stuff, I was too bored. If anybody’s seen the whole thing, let me know if it’s worth it. Otherwise, it goes right back to Blockbuster.
Indeed. I was up at 4AM to get to the interview, and didn’t crawl into bed the night before until around midnight because I was trying to make my stuff look reltively nice for the interview. The off to work, dinner with FCM and Taters, then back to work for some stuff I needed to get done. I am no longer the up all night work all day youngster.
That took me to the main video page, which has a different video up now. But I found the right one: it’s called People Are Talking: Maryland Film Festival, dated 5/9/06, and it’s the top-right link in the two columns of previous videos.
And holy crap! It’s filmed on my college campus! That big glass building that welby’s fighting in front of was finished my senior year (2004). We called it The Iceberg.
Good morning all. I’m glad that the miniDopefest went so well. Pics? Hehe. Think of the restaurant thing as an adventure, a bonding experience. Today I have to do more work. FCM, you’re right, it does suck being a responsible adult.
And I think today’s pun expresses that sentiment nicely. Now, I have to go talk with another physics professor about schools in Europe. Fear not, I shall return.
Gack! BusGuy Person --the entrance to Caribou is visible from the street! :eek: (I am left wondering about the Crystal Cave or whatever it’s called–perhaps the managers are Pod People, and they make humans get lost and then…eat them)
VunderBob -How old IS this stalker? (not that older folks shouldn’t have sex drives and all, but-). I have to say the whole thing squiks me out. Here is appropriate smiley from my POV: :eek:
Spats -Go to Amster, Amster, dam, dam, dam! You could make it work–and think of the Life Experience. You must do this. (nice to have Dartmouth as a fallback).
You think I know about the grad school program I applied for? What are you, nuts? I just wanna be a librarian. I am sure you will hear all about it, as I enter it, bitch about it, regret it, love it, panic about it etc. Be careful what you ask for, Grasshopper.
Perhaps Rue will rue the day when he left us, abandoned and forgotten on the roadside of cyberspace.
Dotster --Break a leg, honey! And we want pictures–get some sleep, and no bloody nightmares about voice/feet issues!
To everyone else–good luck with your days. I am off to a very boring meeting which I chair. <sigh> and it’s a perfect day to garden. :rolleyes:
They’re really inevitable. I remember having nightmares about forgetting all my lines, not being able to find the school I went to every day, and one particularly memorable one about (Dot, don’t read this)
my makeup melting my face off–and of course, all I could think about was how I’d look under the lights with no face.
She says hi to everyone and she misses the MMP. She also said her spouse is a frequent lurker, so Hi, Mr Taters!! You and my brother have the same name. (Yes, my brother’s name is Mr. Taters…) Before dinner, we had an adventure, trying to find the entrance to the restaurant we chose at random from the Crystal City shopping area map thingie. It ended when welby called the place and asked where their door was. I think it’s safe to say that if you’re lost, you don’t what any of us to lead, at least no thru a shopping/restaurant complex. Except maybe for welbywife - she was smart enough not to pretend she had any idea of where we were going and she suggested calling the restaurant.