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.