Blagh. Hey shinies. No shinyitis at all happened today, as I was still busy learning to be a tightrope walker/impulse gesturer/mime and making my words coherent. Thankfully, usually by the end of the day (which is my thing, tomorrow) my dentures have settled in for the day and I can speak with COHERENCE.
You know, if Tucson weren't so economically depressed ATM, I'd consider a busking license to be a mime. I'm actually good at it (Waldorf education and Eurythmy which if you don't know what that is, you don't WANT to know.) I went into "passive restraint" Eurythmy wise my senior year and would have failed (Yes, I hated it THAT much, LOL) only my mom went in and pled my case that I needed to go to a good college and :"was depressed."
My Eurythmy teacher said, thoughtfully, "OH.. that would come out in Eurythmy of COURSE."
She raised my grade to a b plus and my mom got mad at me about grades and going to a good college, and I was like, "Dude, you are worried about that and you sent me to a school that teaches NON IRONIC EURYTHMY??" LOL.
We didn't talk for a few days after that. But miming ironically for cash? I could do it.
Just keeping my options open. LOL.
Anna