Strange spam

I don’t know about you, but I’m the kinda gal who likes things to be tidy. Not in a Stepford wives/OCD kinda way, but just neat in a non-robot/non-clinical type deal thing.

So, no surprise, I like to regularly purge my e-mail of old messages and spam. Especially spam.

And every once in a while, I peruse the spam queue to see what it’s about – in the subject line, of course. (I also like to be cautious on e-mail and online.) I recall, back in the day when I first acquired my own personal e-mail account (outside the office address), I somehow found myself the recipient of spam mail about Viagra and penis enlargement services. And this despite the fact that my e-mail address used my full name, a name that is obviously female. Apparently, the purveyors of spam enjoy using shot-gun tactics.

Of course, some spam will have some kind of relevance to your actual life and interests – based on what the interweb has picked up from my searches, etc.: computer deals, dating sites/services, jobs.

Then there was one I found today: forklifts. That’s right. Forklifts. Now I have neither searched for nor made inquiries about forklifts – online or otherwise – so I can only conclude that these guys are casting a really wide net. Perhaps folks who don’t need a forklift themselves know someone who might – like that.

I’d tell you how to find these folks – but, alas, I deleted it forever. Oh well, it likely landed in your spam folder anyway.

Still here

Writing for two blogs these days is kind of like having two children – and one (the bigger, louder one) gets most of the attention, while the other waits quietly by for a snippet of my time.

This will all be ending soon, my friends, as I’m officially retiring as Alumnae Theatre’s resident bloggergal at the end of the week – and will have much more time and energy to devote to this neglected child I call life with more cowbell.

In the meantime, do give the Alum blog site a visit for my most recent adventure over there:

My big fat weekend of theatre

Found myself with a three-day weekend – and attending three amazing pieces of theatre: check it out (coincidentally, one of the shows I saw was The Long Weekend at the Village Playhouse – though my weekend it wasn’t nearly as hilarity-filled as that in the play).

Check out the blog on my other blogging gig for Alumnae Theatre Company:

And already it’s Wednesday

I really need to stop staying out late on a “school” night. Last night it was Eton House for comedy night, hosted by Jo-anne Downey and featuring my pal Polly Esther (aka Fiona Newman), who was returning to the stand-up stage after several years’ absence. She was funny, nervous (in an adorable way) and said she forgot most of her set, but she got up there and did it – and we all had fun. Brave and crazy – that’s what those folks are. Brave and crazy. Isn’t that the title of an early Melissa Etheridge record?

On the weekend, it was My Fair Lady – starring actor pal Andrea Brown – at York Woods Library. Check out my post on the Alumnae blog for the scoop on that:

Coming up: V-Day event featuring my pal Fiona again – The Vagina Monologues at the Workman Arts Theatre (formerly Equity Showcase Theatre) this Saturday and Sunday. Check out their website for details:

And now for some healing theatre

Hey – so still healing after last Saturday’s roller skate spill, and happily heading to York Woods Library Theatre tonight to see Alumnae pal, the lovely and talented Andrea Brown, who is starring in the Alexander Singers and Players production of My Fair Lady.

Also just learned that another Alum pal, who (like Andrea) I also met doing Lady Windermere’s Fan, Andrew Batten (lovely and talented too, for a guy) – is currently performing in The Long Weekend at the Village Playhouse.

BTW: the music this past week was amazing! Shelley Hamilton’s variety show Grace at Revival Bar on Monday and Kira Callahan and the Big City Big Band at Hollywood on Thursday – so great. If you ever get a chance to go out and hear these gals (also lovely and talented), do it!

Music saved my Saturday night

First, a bit of back story: So I’d been thinking about getting me a pair of old school roller skates for some time now and finally got a pair at Cardinal Skate Co. on Good Friday (yep, they were open). They’re a low-cut black vinyl boot with light blue outdoor wheels. And, being the safety-conscious gal that I am, I also got a helmet and wrist guards. Check them out, they’re good people:

Since the weather has not been entirely co-operative since then – and I was out of town during our one day of nice weather on Easter weekend – I wasn’t able to get out and skate till this past Saturday. And, since I haven’t been on roller skates since high school – and then only on indoor wheels – I decided to go easy on the first time out and start off on the asphalt running track in the schoolyard near my house. This turned out to be the best idea I had on this outing: no one to careen into, grass on either side to make for softer landings and relatively little traffic in the park/yard so fewer people to see me make a total ass of myself.

And make a total ass of myself I did. I fell more than skated. The wrist guards saved my hands from getting shredded. On one fall, however, I came down hard on my right hand – so hard that the impact jammed my elbow but good. And that was it for the day. I’d been out about 15 minutes and I was done like dinner. I did, however, manage to actually skate a few feet before that last crash landing, though. So in addition to the achy right palm, elbow, shoulder, neck and side, I also managed to sprain my left index finger (must have done on an earlier touch-down) – the latter I didn’t notice till I was taking some R&R on my loft neighbours’ patio.

Luckily, I had my friend Kerri’s birthday party to attend that night – so I got some rest, did lots of Advil Liqui-gels and headed out to Ten Feet Tall, where jazz singer Ori Dagan was performing an Ella Fitzgerald tribute, with special guests that included pals Shannon Butcher and Shelley Hamilton, and Mark Keiswetter (who I’ve seen playing with my pal Kira Callahan) on keys. It was a great time – and between the excellent company, the music, the beer and the Advil, my achy self was soothed for the evening. Check out Ten Feet Tall -they’re also good people, with a fabulous menu (the menus are inside old record album covers) and a great jazz line-up: 

Sunday morning was a different story. No, not hung over – just with the achy-ness.

Oh – and if you’re sick and tired of voting at federal elections – after you cast your ballot, come out to Revival Bar tonight for Shelley Hamilton’s Grace show:

Also playing this week, my pal Kira Callahan and the Big City Big Band at Hollywood this Thurs, May 5: