I clocked a solid chunk of time on my current consulting contract today and I really enjoyed the work. That’s such a good feeling.

“Being a mom is my calling, and being a writer is also my calling, so they have to both exist simultaneously.” Well said, A’Ziah King.

Today, in Sesame Street Is the Best Comedy School, Grover and Campers Learn About Trees. Excellent use of the rule of three and a beautiful button.

Who’s your favorite fictional character with an extreme love of school supplies? Mine is Amy Santiago. (I’m super behind on B99 y’all.)

We might need to have a talk about how I don’t want to eat any actual meals, just leftovers of the Fran’s Torte L’Orange that my bonus mother-in-law made me for my belated birthday celebration at her house.

I just processed all the action items from the beginning of the year email the head teacher at my kid’s preschool sent out, capturing them in my bullet journal, and I feel like I deserve a long rest. I haven’t done any of them. Just putting them on a list wore me out.

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Chicago Improv Was Dead. Can New Leaders Revive It? - The New York Times nytimes.com

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I’ll be watching this with interest. Big organizations like iO & Second City, especially iO, have operated in the past on a model where the community was a product more than the comedy and the performers customers more than the audience. A lot of theaters operate on a similar model, with student tuition funding most of the enterprise and volunteer labor greasing the wheels. I think these components of models will have to change before the theaters can fully address racism, sexism, and harassment.

If you’re interested in learning more, I highly recommend Amy E. Seham’s book, Whose Improv Is It Anyway?

I use Old Spice Krakengard mostly because the name and graphic amuse me. I always thought it was protecting me from the Kraken but I read the container for the first time & the Kraken is actually protecting me from smelling bad.

I can’t get a good picture of it but right now there is a lone piece of green glitter sitting on top of my biggest, most obvious gall bladder surgery scar and the whole thing feels very me.

I hardly ever cried about my dissertation and I’m really proud of that.