What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stranger

I Found a Geocache You Guys! July 28, 2014

Yesterday, I found a geocache! A geocache is a thing where people with gps units hide or “cache” things for other people with gps units to find. I don’t have a gps, but I found one! All right, so maybe I cheated a little. A friend I work with had found it and gave me a little clue as to where to look. I almost pried my fingers off trying to open the damned thing, but the inside was so neat. People had left all sorts of things. (more…)


Revenge is Wet July 26, 2014

Filed under: Starting Off Strange — meganorussell @ 10:00 am
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I’m not usually an angry person.  I’m not the most couth, but it takes a bit to make me seek revenge. And when I do, it’s usually in an entertaining way. I think I may have watched too much of The Parent Trap when I was little. Or maybe I just had an overactive imagination. Either way, sticking my tongue out was never good enough for me.

When I was going to an eight week summer camp in Maine (and no, my parents weren’t that rich. My mother worked for the camp), there was a special trip in the middle of the two four-week sessions. It was supposed to be an added perk for the kids who stayed the whole time. I think it was really a plot to give the counselors some time off and the cleaning crews a chance to make sure no one had lice or bedbugs in their mattresses.

One year, we went on a special camping trip, during which the main event was hiking up a “mountain” and canoeing back down. There are a few stories from that ill-fated weekend, but this story is about crush boy. (more…)


For the Love of Publicity (Or Dancing Naked on a Table) July 23, 2014

Filed under: Tales of Humanity's Imperfections — meganorussell @ 10:00 am
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Many moons ago, I worked with a moderately famous girl. Let’s call her Emmy Rosebutt. Emmy Rosebutt was not the nicest person to us mere mortals working for the illustrious theatre company. She was a royal brat in many ways. But she was also having career issues. She was young, pretty, and kept getting beat out for the really great roles, which I suppose could make anyone into a little bee.

On more than one occasion, she loudly declared that Lindsay Lohan was stealing all of her rolls, because Lindsay was in the tabloids and was doing dirty things to someone’s cousin. (more…)


The Strife of Pie July 21, 2014

Filed under: Tales of Humanity's Imperfections — meganorussell @ 8:30 pm
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I love my job. Sing, dance, wear a sparkly dress. It’s great. And for a theatre job, it’s been relatively drama free. Until last week. (more…)


Swimming with the Fishes July 19, 2014

Filed under: Animal Antics — meganorussell @ 10:00 am
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I’m not a particularly squeamish person. I can handle most things, unless it involves ants. I hate ants. But other than that, I’m pretty hardy. When I was little my parents took my sister and me to visit our Godparents and their two daughters. I don’t remember much about the trip. I know I climbed the same tree in the front yard about fifty times. And I know that my father and Godfather decided that they needed to take their girls fishing. (more…)


The Moose Scootin’ Boogie July 16, 2014

Filed under: Animal Antics — meganorussell @ 10:00 am
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By now, you all probably think I have an unusual penchant for finding myself in bizarre and moderately hazardous situations. Which is mostly true. But in Alaska where bears wander around and there is literally no one to hear you scream, lots of people get into strange types of trouble. (more…)


Songs for Children (Or Creating Little Minions) July 14, 2014

Filed under: Tales of Humanity's Imperfections — meganorussell @ 8:30 pm
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When I was about sixteen, I did a show for BlahBlah Theatre for Children company. The shows were meant to be performed by adults (mostly rich housewives with too much time on their hands or retired school teachers) for children. But since I was homeschooled, I was free during the day, so I became one of the performers. True, I was a good thirty years younger than anyone else, but that isn’t the point of the story. (more…)



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