I wish that I was more easygoing, and that any slight deviation from the evening plans I have envisioned for over a week did not send me into a fit of The Scowls.

Grrr......

What a long, strange trip it's been...

The crew of STS-127 2J/A is currently set to launch on June 13 (and I will be there - WOOT!).
Follow their last few weeks of training and preparation, and catch commander Mark Polansky on Twitter:

In the future, humans will have evolved tongues that, when accidentally bitten, do not swell, causing further unintentional pain and suffering, but shrink, the more quickly to heal, and aid in the communication of drunken work rants.

I had one of those hypervivid, juuuuuust-before-you-wake-up dreams this morning.

I’d just given birth to a son. J was there. We were really happy.

It was indescribably awesome.

I didn’t want to wake up.
Not just because it was 5 in the morning, and not just because the dream was wonderful beyond words, but because the feel of it would follow me like a cloud all day, a memory that’s not even really mine.

There’s a nice little piece on Jezebel commemorating the 40^th anniversary of Sesame Street, and highlights 10 of their favorite songs. Here are two of mine:

Dude, the episode brought to us by the number Twelve was THE BEST EVER.

What’s your favorite Sesame Street moment?

I missed the original airing, but I caught the first episode of Glee on Hulu.




I'm not going to front - I will let my Show Choir Geek flag fly and profess that I totally dig it.

I was in choir of some kind from preschool to my sophomore year of college, and in Pop Choir all four years of high school, plus musicals in high school and in college. I get that it's kind of cheesy, but here's the thing: I didn't give a shit. I was willingly in Clue: The Musical, for God's sake (and yes, it's as awful as it sounds, but I loved every minute of it. I was Mrs. Peacock, and no, it cannot be found on Youtube). I never held any illusions about Broadway - community college musical theater (WOW, how pathetic does that sound?) was enough for me, because I really didn't care if the show was for five or five thousand - I enjoyed performing for ME.



So I'll watch this show, get all misty and nostalgic over the musical numbers, but I will NEVER watch the countless VHS tapes of a younger, skinnier, besequined Gin carefully saved in my parents' entertainment center, because I'd rather remember the moment from my memories on stage. Because regardless of what it may look like from the outside, it feels really cool.











Oh, and I still have my character shoes.

Dear Adele,
Please be my friend.

Love,
Gin







P.S. Except that I would want you to sing all the time, and you would get annoyed and start avoiding me and things would get weird, and I would be sorry that things ended badly. So nevermind.

No matter how bad things are, no matter if it's been the shittiest of all the shitty weeks you've ever had combined into one fucking day, at least you don't look like these douchebags:


Image from LATFH

I think I will eat tasty leftovers at my desk while catching up on Jezebel, then leave early to go shopping as a belated birthday present to myself.

EVERY DAY SHOULD BE LIKE TODAY.

Wave your hands in the air, shake your derriere

[13:43]
G: I’m takin it back to the old school
G: Cause I’m an old fool
G: Who’s so cool
G: If you wanna get down, lemme show you the way
[13:44]
G: WHOOMP, there it is, lemme hear you say:
C: WHOOM, there it is!
G: THAT WAS AWESOME
G: *high five*
[13:44]
C: SLAP

Happy Friday, party peepuuuuuuuuuuullllllllll

It's the dirtiest clean I know

Although I readily admit that I am not so much digging on this video, the song is pretty fucking sexy.

Twenty-Seven.

3³ – how satisfying.

Maybe this bodes well for the coming year...?

You nerds do yourself a big, big favor, and check out astronaut Leroy Chiao's guest blogs from this past week, as part of Gizmodo's Space Exploration Week series. All the posts are super interesting, and Chiao's spots are intelligent, insightful, funny, real - totally awesome. I was blown away.

Keep the geek flag flying, and watch the launch of space shuttle Atlantis with the STS-125 crew on Monday May 11 for for a mission devoted to servicing the Hubble space telescope.

WOOT! Go Atlantis (and make way for Endeavour!)

While we're on the subject...

...I missed another one last week: Frankie Manning, Lindy Hop Great.



In the movie Hellzapoppin, 1941



At Lindyfest here in Houston, 2008 (at the age of 93, with Dawn Hampton, age 79 [we went to a dance while on our honeymoon in NYC and she was there, and I nearly wet myself]).

May I be so lucky as to still be dancing when I'm old and gray. :)

RIP, Dom Deluise

There is a modicum of satisfaction in slamming down the receiver and violently flipping it off.
A kick in the ass would feel MUCH better, but you can't get everything you want.

From a conversation with my mom, in which she shared gossip from a family gathering this weekend:

• “Aunt W. and I got to play with [baby] at the party. We told everyone, since we can’t get any grandchildren of our own, we have to start stealing other people’s!”
• About my female cousin having a boyfriend: “I’m so glad – I was so scared she’d turn out to be GAY.” [emphasis hers]

Sigh.