wearing on my patience
Dear Rob,
The comment you left on my site was in such poor taste that I hesitate to even reply except for the utter bewilderment and anger it has generated in me.
Dear Rob,
The comment you left on my site was in such poor taste that I hesitate to even reply except for the utter bewilderment and anger it has generated in me.
Yo. I was thinking it might be nice to get together with some other WordPress enthusiasts and talk to everyone about the new version and blogging, and make some new local blogging friends. And so I stopped by Meetup.com a few days ago to check on the meetup situation, and it turns out there was a meetup set for tomorrow.
So I was kind of looking forward to it. I mean, there aren’t a lot of people in the group, but hey, there was always the possibility that others could show up, right? There are certainly other blogs in this area.
I bet you’re all thinking what’s that got to do with a performance, so I will elaborate. Last year, I travelled to Disneyland Paris with our school’s musc department. I’m not overly musical, but I could sing. I used to play the piano…badly. There was about twenty of us in the Junior Choir, and I can’t even remeber what we sang, but I do remeber that feeling of absolute confidence, and of the awe that I was standing there singing my heart out for all the people watching. I think that everyone should have the opportunity to feel how I did that afternoon. Everyone needs confidence in themselves.
Phill @ blackheart
I’ve actually had to think about this one a little bit. My first thought was, “performances? What performances? I don’t do anything.” But now that I think about it, there’ve been several.
One of those performances was one that I was in, our church Easter extravaganza (“play” just doesn’t seem to fit) somewhere around 7th or 8th grade. I was a ministering angel and I actually danced. Yeah, me, I danced, how strange is that? We had these little sticks (basically) with ribbons attached to them by a piece of wire and a thumb tac. We moved these around in various patterns. Right before performance the other girls and I were in our “dressing room” swinging them around and the tac flew out of mine. We couldn’t find it anywhere, it was absolutely no where to be found. So another girl and I went down the hall in search of another one. Finding one, we returned to the room and immediately when I set foot in, there was a sharp pain in my foot. Yes, my foot had found the tac and the tac had killed my little ballet slipper and was now chewing on my foot. It hurt like you-know-what. Somehow, I still managed to go on that night.
The two years I did that performance were wonderful. It’s something that I just can’t see myself doing now (I pretend to be shy) and that I am almost kind of surprised I did then. Ahhh, the costumes, the music, the glitter, the dancing in a Baptist church… good times, good times.
It’s that time again! FFAF is here.
Update: Sorry for the delay. Registrations are now open.
The makers of FFAF are running a scavenger hunt this month in commemoration of the FFAF anniversary. I’m not sure what the hunt is all about, but I hope it’s as interesting as it sounds.