...took two isolated women to the ocean and helped them swim in it. 

still working on Episode 9. This is "the breakup episode." 

it's sad. not as sad as 7, but sad. Thor has some problems. Basically, he's a big soldier who wants to be a rainmaker. Daddy says be a soldier. 

I did six pomodoros, and now the app says I earned a 15-minute break. If I take a 15 right now, that means my next Pomodoro will end after midnight, and I'd rather just.... argh overthinking ok thx mebbe I did need tht brk. 

Edited to add: Go to FB. Log in. Watch video of Thomas Boutell ​ singing the "Cold As Balls" song. 

PERSPECTIVE UNLOCKED! 

11:50 PM: Bam. Done. On to Episode 10. 

well, actually, no. On to work tomorrow, then Episode 10. ​

Yes, this beautiful vintage diner could be yours, if the price is right!

when I die, here are the things with which I think I should be cremated. 

first, make sure that all of the remains fit into one biodegradable urn when you're finished, and use my urn and remains to plant a tulip poplar. 

here's what I'll need. 

my purple backpack, or the gray messenger bag that Dr. Fig gave me for graduation. Most likely the latter would be most appropriate. 

paperback used copies of Arcadia by Tom Stoppard, One Flea Spare by Naomi Wallace, Ruined by Lynn Nottage, and The Pillowman by Martin McDonagh

my purple bandanna

a notebook and my Cross pen that my mom gave me. also a couple of ink refills. dammit, now pens are out. leave me a couple of Ticonderoga #2 pencils instead. I could run out of ink in the next world. 

the black pocketknife that's upstairs on my desk. it's Vince's, so you'll have to ask him if I can have it first. 

I guess I don't need a toothbrush, hairbrush, deodorant, or any of that stuff, since I'm leaving my body on earth. wait. but I'm burning my body and all the stuff in the list. what's the point of this list? will I need a hairbrush in the next world? a toothbrush? I enjoy brushing my teeth.  okay, let's assume that when I'm dead I won't need things to maintain my body's physical health, because otherwise this list will be too long. 

a pack of colored pastels would be nice. 

my knitting. whatever I'm currently working on. unless I was making it for someone else. 

the purple blanket that my grandmother crocheted for me. 

a towel. preferably the giant yellow one that I like to take to the beach, or one of the purple ones that I bought for my first single-lady apartment. 

I really don't need anything else, because I think I'm going somewhere to see/do something new. maybe a pack of playing cards in case I need to make a friend. Oh, I definitely need a pack of Tarot cards in case I need to figure some shit out. 

some bobby pins, because I always seem to need those. and a couple of elastic hair bands. 

Maybelline Waterproof Lash Discovery mascara. If they have it in brown, so much the better, but I think Maybelline discontinued it. Bastards. 

the red shawl that my mom knitted for my wedding. the red beaded lace wristband I knitted for myself, but it needs to be repaired first so it fits. both of these are impractical but beautiful. 

Lindt Dark Chocolate with chili. I might not need it for myself, but I bet I can use it to trade. 

I'm not sure what else I'd need, if I were traveling into unknown territory, so I guess that's it. This is, really, the list of stuff I'd need if Jarnsaxa ever shows up in my back yard with a ceramic bottle and a whole lot of copper wire, asking if she can borrow an extension cord and plug into the side of our shed for a bit.  

Finished all the dialogue notation for Episode 7 today. Three more episodes to go. 

This episode is the most obviously sad. Loki tries to avenge Jarnsaxa's betrayal, and hits the wrong target. It's hard to listen to these characters doing painful things to each other, because I can put faces with the voices. 

The day we recorded, I saw Ethan-as-Loki, looking at Amy-as-Sif, her face and whole body a wide open trusting welcoming embrace, and his absolute hunger, enjoying the thought of what he was going to do to her, all the possibilities of what he could do with that trust and how it could affect her and those who love her. 

The episode gave me physical chills (which saves on air conditioning, although it wasn't that hot today).  Part of my brain kept grabbing at distractions and running away from the story- oh, look, I could cook dinner, oh, I should take a shower. I ended up having to use a timer and take breaks to get finished. 

Sif is the goddess of fertility. The line I never got to write into the story, which I wish was there, is "do not confuse my generosity with foolishness." She seems like a simple little sweetie pie, but I also see her as being the kind of girl who'd come across a dead bunny rabbit in the forest, say, "poor little thing," and then shove her long, delicate fingers into its decaying carcass, digging it into the soil, mixing it in so it can fertilize the earth, whispering gently, "refresh, refresh," then wiping her hands on her apron and trotting on her way. 

Because when my brain hurts, it lunges for comedy, I keep imagining this story as a sitcom called Everybody Loves Loki. and Loki's sitting grumpily on the couch, wearing his big horned helmet, trying to watch the football game (Vikings vs. Eagles, most likely), while Sigyn shows him this lovely new Pyrex bowl she'd gotten at the mall, and asking how his day went, and did his boss Mr. Odin give him any more trouble? 

Meanwhile, next door, Sif is sitting at her kitchen table holding a can and a can opener, carefully reading the ingredients on the side of the can. 

"Everyone says it's a mistake to open a can of worms, but I can't imagine why. All it says under ingredients is: 'Contains worms.' How can that be a problem?" and then opening the can. 

Then Thor comes in. "NO!" Hurls Mjölnir. KABOOM! 

"Hoooneeeey!"

I bought Adobe Illustrator today and I'm using Skillshare to teach myself how to use it. I watched some of the lessons, then opened up Illustrator and chugged along, doing the lessons along with the lecture. Then Safari froze, so I decided to knock it off for a bit. 

There's a lot I can do, but I still haven't figured out how to draw a triangle yet. I'm doing this because I want to do the graphic design for the podcast. I will learn this eventually. 

So, it feels like I goofed off all day doing fun things. I guess it was productive. I want to do more, but I'm getting tired and my back doesn't want to be sitting up anymore. ​

I made gazpacho today. 

It was delicious; smoky, rich, a tiny bit spicy, perfect. 

Then the blender's pitcher got stuck when I tried to remove it. 

Never make gazpacho with a second-hand blender. 

Yesterday, Wide Open Spaces, today, One-Minute Play Festival (runs Mon & Tues nights, at Plays & Players, includes work by OPWer Matt  Casarino). This afternoon, a kindly worded rejection e-mail for This Is Halloween. 

You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have the facts of life. 

Now I've got Mo on my belly demanding attention, and so, to bed. 

Wide Open Spaces, pre-reading setup.

Later that night, Mo responded to The Cat Signal. 

I want to submit this assemblage to the MoMA with the title, stuff my mom is holding on to in case my Grandmom comes back. ​

One of them. Today is setting the bar pretty high. We're recording the podcast.