There is no trash pick up here. You take it to the transfer station and pay them by the bag (I think) for trash and not sure how it works for recycling but I know there are different bins. Mom and I are getting better about recycling.

Although the previous tenants composted Mom does not.... the previous tenants had a major rodent problem because the composting was too close to the house (but there's no place further enough away to put it).

In Vermont, in the Burlington area the recycling containers were the small open blue bins. Like smaller than a laundry basket. No way to cover them and not big enough for anything. But the recyling/trash was always by a private company directly (rather than through the city) and the landlords paid for it so I don't know if I could have gotten a covered bin. The last place I lived we had to provide our own trash cans so some people had trash cans with RECYCLE painted on them to denote the difference.

I did not get enough sleep, so I was grumpy with today. Plus, the commute home was 2 hours long and I was fighting with the NHL website to JUST GIVE ME THE BOX SCORE, JESUS CHRIST. Slow internet makes me so cranky. Your new streaming service is not robust, NHL!

I say BLAH BLAH BLAH FISHCAKES.

Oh, my god. I like secret relationships in fiction, but not in real life! It sounds exhausting.

but I say BLAH BLAH BLAH FISHCAKES.

Yeah, sounds like a mess, especially the whole "I'm in love with her but we're seeing other people because she's not over her ex" part. I am not judgey about open relationships, but unless you are both committed to it, someone is going to get hurt.

But can I just say BLAH BLAH BLAH FISHCAKES may be my favorite random exclamation since JIGGERY POKERY

I stole it from TWOP back in the day....

But yeah. I think they are being ridiculous. Like, fine, she's not over her ex (it's true) and you like her anyway. Fine. She may break your heart. And you may not be able to define your current relationship. But that's not a valid reason for keeping it SECRET. jeez.

Seattle people, have you heard about the play that'swhatshesaid? [link] It sounds fascinating, but the meta story around it is seriously messed up. [link]

ion, growing up in the 80s doesn't always save us from teen embarrassment on social media. I know this guy. [link]

I hadn't, but wow.

The weird thing about this cease and desist letter is that there are no women characters in Lopez's play, The Whipping Man, so there are no lines from The Whipping Man in That'swhatshesaid. This absence of women characters is acknowledged instead by the sound of 72 pages being flipped.

Seattle people, have you heard about the play that'swhatshesaid? [link] It sounds fascinating, but the meta story around it is seriously messed up. [link]

Sam French don't mess around. I did a SM'd a production of Grease for charity and Samuel French's granddaughter was on the Board of the charity and they wouldn't even consider letting us put in the final song from the movie.

Snow barely sticking at 7:30, so I'm in the office. Figured less snow to clear off my car that way....

That's fascinating, aurelia.

I hadn't really thought about changing things (a little) in plays until very recently. Of course my first job out of college was at a theatre where the artistic director took three or four scripts of the play, and the book (this was theatre for children), literally cutted and pasted them into a script which we copied, and said that meant she wrote the play, and so we didn't have to pay royalties!

So I felt like changing the Polack joke in Grease was not so big of a deal. Or changing the word "rubbers" to "Galoshes" in an Our Town production that was presented to Middle Schoolers by High Schoolers.