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But if I told you, then it wouldn't be a secret. So here's a star bullet point update, instead.

★ I keep having the same actor's nightmare over and over and over. Five times in the last three weeks, I've dreamt the same non-existent scene in the play. It has the same words, and the same actors (that I know, and that are not in my current production), and despite having dreamt this that many times, I'm still always wholly unprepared for it. This morning in the dream, the director told me to watch the movie that the scene was in to be better prepared. I wanted to cry. Stupid subconscious.

★ We're having a billion people for Thanksgiving. Or 32. Either way, I'm having to self-soothe... It'll be okay, it'll be okay, it'll be okay... on a loop. It's not the food, it's just having that many people in the house and making sure they're comfortable, etc. I was talking to a friend and fellow actress on the phone yesterday, bemoaning the state of rehearsals the telling her that I'm a control freak and that I kind of want to hide in the closet with a bottle of Crown, and she gave me some pretty sage advice:

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Friend: You need to imagine one of those old time-y radios, you know? The ones with the knobs? And you need to envision one of those knobs being your 'give a sh*#' dial. And you close your eyes, take a deep breath and mentally turn that 'give a sh*#' knob way down. Or off.

Me: That's brilliant. Though, to be perfectly honest, I'm going to have to find that button before I can turn it down.

Friend: I'm not gonna lie. It might be in the closet with the Crown.

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Love her. She makes me laugh.

★ Spent the better part of Friday refashioning a kind of crappy $40 JC Penney's dress into something sort of wonderful for The 39 Steps. And it only took 6 hours. :P

★ I spent over an hour this morning looking for a book my middle-schooler needed today, and we STILL didn't find it. Tell me this happens to other people, too, so that I don't sell the child into white slavery?

★ Pumpkins are still gross, and are still the devil. It's a fact. Look it up.

★ Due to the fact that I use my children to run lines, they now know how to swear in German. Mother of the year, folks. Right here. Please don't call CPS.

★ ( Supernatural spoiler? )

★ I really, really love Monday mornings, where the only noise in the house is Abbey the Lab snoring up a storm. Hope your Monday morning is as relaxing as mine. Happy Thanksgiving week! Or just Happy Monday, for those kajillion people of you out there not celebrating the American Holiday. :)

So this is a big spoilery fall TV post. I do watch all these shows. In my defense, I do other things during, most of the time. I've got the TV on or the laptop playing while cooking, or sewing, or folding laundry, so I might not watch most times, instead listening to most of it. But it's still entertaining. It's what gets me through the menial chores of my day.

( Don't click if you don't want to know stuff. )
One more thing. I need to repent. I've been watching Hellcats. It's about cheerleaders. It's asinine. I can feel my IQ dropping with every episode. And yet, I still watch. *sigh* Embarrassing, but true. I'm all about keeping it real over here.

How do you feel about the fall TV lineup? And is there anything I'm missing out on?

Wow. I had some great entries for the Angsty April Fic Fest.

rose_in_texas wrote a Supernatural that had character death, but OH, my word. If you're a fan of the show, you need to read this. So good. And eustacia_vye28 wrote a heart-wrenching Firely fic with River/Jayne. filia_umbrae came in with a last minute Temperance Brennan is an idiot for not laying Booth on her desk and snogging him silly and instead cries about it at night fic. I loved it, truly. Bones and I? Not seeing eye to eye right now. Especially after she said she didn't like one of my favorite bands on Thursday. *grumps*

Sorry. Got off topic. Again. Anyhow, the winner this month is leigh_adams, who came in with a heartbreaking Fleur/Cedric/(Bill) story that made me teary. Congratulations to you, Leigh, and a huge thanks to everyone who entered. I loved them all. I might need your address, Leigh, and what scents you prefer, floral/fruity/musk... etc. :)

MAY'S Contest! I've thought about it, and I think this month will involve individual prompts for all those who want to enter. For example, if you want to write R/P, I might give the prompt: "Perfume." The winner of May's contest will win a $15 gift certificate to itunes. Or if you think itunes is in league with the devil, then Best Buy, whichever you prefer. I'll open it up to all pairings from whatever fandom tickles your fancy. I like a good read, so it really matters little what pairing it is. So come on! If you've never entered, May's your month! Take the plunge!

As I sit and listen to the presidential debate and my husband's growing ire of political bitchiness and doublespeak, I am going to squee about two TV shows that I've immersed myself in for the last few weeks.

Friday Night Lights and Supernatural, baby.  For the EYE CANDY, y'all.

I'm mean, they really are great shows.  Well shot, well written and well acted, but oh, man.  The prettiness.

I think it's great that they've managed to go three+ seasons of Supernatural without love interests for the boys..  I love that.  I mean, the storyline doesn't exactly lend itself to that, and to hear Nolan, Sam and Dean should just kiss already and get it over with (I hit him every time he makes disparaging remarks about Sammy's sexuality, by the way.  He's sensitive!) but the way the new season is going is just brilliant.  I can't wait.  The age old tale of brother against brother.  Epic.  And the fact that Nolan and Dean have the same 'shoot first and ask questions later' attitude.  And the MUSIC...  and the CAR...  Le sigh.

But Friday Night Lights.  Guhuhuhuhuh. jandjsalmon ,airmidm  andseegrim  all told me to watch it years ago, it seems like.  But as a theatre teacher in West Texas, I RAIL against football.  I loathe it.  Can't stand it.  The coaches pay grade is WAY above anyone else's...  And why?  Because they teach boys how to play a GAME.  (I have no illusions about what I do.  I live in a world of pretend, but let me have my prejudices.)  Anyway, I watched the first two episodes at the beginning of June, and then got distracted by something sparkly, but I'm back, and I've watched a GLUT of it in the last two weeks.  Now, I live in West Texas, and I have first hand experience with the actual football team the Dillon Panthers are based on, and let me tell you, that cult-like mentality?  With the whole town living and breathing for the football players?  True. Story.  It's scary-spooky.

But I ignored the football, and focused on the people.  Coach?  Cute as a button.  Mrs. Coach?  Sexy as all get out.  Riggins?  (Kelly, I thought Greg was cute enough before?  But now I gotta say I'm a little jealous of Tracey.)  The sheer BEAUTY that is Taylor Kitsch should not be allowed.  I mean, complexion?  Eyes?  Smile?  I seriously want to die.  And I know it's sacrilege, but I actually want him and Lila to get together.  I want him to get what he wants.  I can't help it..  And really, do NOT even get me started on Matt Saracen.  Fricking adorable.  The unsure demeanor, the soulful eyes, the shoulders? (The lips?)  I wanted to punch Julie right in her forehead for dumping him. (And I realize that they're supposed to be in high school, but whatever.)  I adore, adore, adore him.  The end of season two was SO sad.  I almost cried.  And I'm not admitting anything, but I may have even squealed and gotten chills at some of the football parts.  Maybe.

In other news, I'm newly with the Anderson Talent Agency, so I can start actually working again and being productive, since I really have a LOT of spare time on my hands.  So cross your fingers for voiceovers and commercials.  Or a walk-on or extra in FNL.  (I would die...  giggle hysterically and DIE.)

And my sweet Katie Bell is a sick puppy dog  She might have adrenal problems or diabetes.  Poor baby.  She's curled up next to me, being her sweet self.

That's all the news.  Back to listening to Nolan swear at the television...

So I was thinking yesterday about all of the crap we're going to have to move in a couple of months...  (The masons are doing the brick, and they're starting drywall inside, YAY!)  And the one thing that is more daunting than the rest is the fact that we'll have to move my piano.

*sigh*  I should let it go.  

Well, I've tried.  My parents bought it in the early eighties, and we've tried unloading on several people.  My dad even sold it once, but they couldn't get it in the lady's house.  It was too heavy.  I've tried to sell it, tried to give it to several theatres that I've worked for, and still it sits where it has for the last ten years.

Here's the kicker.  I think it's cursed.

I know, I know, f-list, what you're thinking.  Here's Carrie with another one of her weird theories...  but come on, look at this!

Does anyone else see that the knots in the wood look very much like a DEMON?  Or at the very least, a pissed off longhorn?  Neither of which I want in the living room.  I used to have to keep sheet music up all the time, even when I wasn't practicing, just because the thing creeped me out.  Actually, I think I blame the wood grain for the fact that I'm not more adept at the piano, and not my absolute loathing of sitting down to practice.

It was made by the Estey Piano Company, New York, and the patents on the inside range from April 1873 to June of 1909.

Seriously...  this thing is an episode of Supernatural waiting to happen.

Which would be okay, if Sam and Dean came to visit.  :)

I've had my prompt for the d/g ficexchange for a week and the outlook is good.  I have the first chapter written, and it already looks like it's going to be another monster...15,000 words, maybe?  I'm at 2000 words and I'm 3/4 of the way through the exposition.  I'm actually researching stuff that already exists rather than making crap up, so that's different.  The prompt is pretty vague, anyway, so I'm not too concerned about disappointing her/him/it?

I Think someone is trying (poorly, I might add) to hack in to my gmail account.  Why, I ask you, would anyone try to do this?  That account doesn't hold the secrets of the universe.  It's mostly fandom stuff and friends.  I also use it to send pictures, as it does that more easily than my other one.  Not even naughty pictures.  Boring ones.  Seriously.  Nothing juicy there.  Quit it, already, huh?

Here's what I'm dealing with.  I have lost a friend.  I'm mourning this relationship, and I can't stop.  I was very close to this person, and then literally, in the span of a week, they got very terse with me, responded to me in one or two words, and began ignoring me altogether.  I'm not one of those people who's needy, so I tried to treat them the same way that I always had before they started getting snippy, with pleasant facial expressions and kindness, but it was met with negativity on just about every count.  It must be them, as nothing changed with me.  And I'm not about to ask them, "Did I do something to upset you?" as this is not junior high.  My feelings are the same as before.  I adore this person and had a lot of laughs and tons in common, and they know a lot of my deep, dark secrets.  So I miss them.  I miss our conversations.  And I'm sad.  Frankly,  I'm hoping that I can do the whole mourning process fairly quickly, as I'm a little sick of moping about it all.  Do I seem to be handing this correctly?

I also rented Supernatural, and I totally loved the pretty!  It's kind of creepy, and I screamed out loud at one point, but Jensen and Jared make up for it.  numbaby, why didn't you force me to do this months ago?  I've watched to first 4 episodes, and I'll go get the rest of Season One today.  I'm also expecting the fourth disc of Firefly and Serenity from Netflix today.  It's gonna be a fun TV-watching weekend.



Alright.  I'm going to go try and get rid of a headache, I want to have lunch with a friend today, but won't be much fun if I feel like this.  Pei Wei opened in my town!  YAY, P.F. Chang's!