tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62856362011-06-07T23:26:04.304-07:00This blog defys descriptionJ.R.noreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1104624884699751682005-01-01T16:13:00.000-08:002005-01-01T16:14:44.700-08:00

http://DiscoDerbySmackdown.blogspot.com

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1104478574384195022004-12-30T23:34:00.000-08:002004-12-30T23:36:56.396-08:00

Countdown-30 days until the move. Goal Today I decided I would spend the evening packing up books. I would go to Staples and by some boxes. I would keep the books that were really special to me and donate the ones that I have been hauling around for years. Reality Drank half a bottle of merlot at the Sand Point Grill. Staples is closed now.

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1103901877837149542004-12-24T07:09:00.000-08:002004-12-24T07:24:37.836-08:00

My downstairs neighbor has a huge poster on his wall that says "Jesus Rocks!" Does Jesus have to rock? Can't he just...be? or not be? Whatever your beliefs may be. I mean it's a lot of pressure just being lord and savior to billions of people does he really need the added pressure of needing to be hip? I'm sure all he wants is just to have a low-key birthday, hanging out with his peeps, maybe a

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1102651125862913592004-12-09T20:30:00.000-08:002004-12-09T20:33:30.096-08:00

I have recently purchased tickets to see El Vez. Armed with a burning curiosity and a willing accomplice I will be seeing the Mexican Elvis next Thursday night! I didn't know much about him so I decided to do my research. He will be performing at the Showbox as part of his Merry MeX-mas tour. Songs from his album "Sno-Way Jose" include, Mamacita Donde Esta Santa Claus?, Poncho Claus, and

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1102407473982593822004-12-06T23:31:00.000-08:002004-12-07T00:26:19.456-08:00

I have a new favorite place! Think of the dumbest idea for a restaurant (besides Taco del Mar) and you have my new favorite place. No not Butch's Bar-B-Que and Mattresses, or Typhoid Mary's Tea Room. How about a place that sells pretty much just cupcakes? Ballard has it's share of offbeat businesses. I have mostly frequented Archie McPhee's, The Nordic Heritage Museum and that funky Flag Shop. I

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1102408895436794622004-12-06T00:28:00.000-08:002004-12-07T00:43:01.813-08:00

If I took the spell check's suggestion for my name it would be Demon. Demon Rickshaw. Spell check has many suggestions for my middle name, Tarese. I think my favorite is Trashy. Perhaps I should adopt a new stage name. Demon Trashy Rickshaw. It has a nice ring to it. I'd better go change my business cards.

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1099546724170858862004-11-03T20:43:00.000-08:002004-11-03T21:38:44.170-08:00

The votes are in and much to my amazement America has re-elected George W. Bush. He has won the election, though I hesitate to call him "a winner". In the words of George W. Bush "You have misunderestimated me" Indeed. The day after elections I contemplate my options. Slit my wrists? I'm not much for blood. Move to Canada? I'm not much for the Canadians. Relocate to Iraq?...Lot's of cute

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1099166119386160392004-10-30T13:50:00.000-07:002004-10-30T12:55:19.386-07:00

My mother and her life partner are going as Ballerinas for Halloween. Complete with Tutus and Tiaras. If only I could blindfold my imagination. (oops, sorry Mom. I think I just outed you)

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1098227899430626342004-10-19T16:12:00.000-07:002004-10-19T16:18:19.430-07:00

I don't have a home phone. I only have a cell phone. when I used to have a home phone I could call my cell phone in order to locate it. I guess i just have to wait for someone to call me...

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1098074499583776342004-10-17T21:33:00.000-07:002004-10-17T21:41:39.583-07:00

At the risk of over sharing... My bra has a tag on it that says "Do not Iron" hmmm...kay. The washing instructions and the fabric information is in English and in French. The "Do not Iron" is only in English. Am I to conclude that only English speaking people would be stupid enough to attempt to iron an underwire bra?

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1098073868265482992004-10-17T21:00:00.000-07:002004-10-17T21:31:08.266-07:00

I am a dork. In case it wasn't obvious from my previous posts, I will offer more evidence to support the claim that I am indeed...A dork. It is Sunday night and I have just spent the last half hour playing "ring around the water tower." Now just in case that sounded kind of groovy...Let me explain. The water tower is not an actual water tower. (I have spent some time on an actual water tower, but

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1096912163775775892004-10-04T10:46:00.000-07:002004-10-04T10:49:23.776-07:00

To quote my friend Marie "Volcanoes are my favorite natural disaster!" The volcano is erupting right now. It's kind of anti-climactic. It's not that I want to see massive amounts of death and destruction...but a little bit would be nice. I like to see things 'splodin.

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1096911883008529372004-10-04T10:18:00.000-07:002004-10-04T10:44:43.010-07:00

I can never remember my password and username for my blog. I have had to have Blogger.com e-mail it to me an embarassing number of times. The trouble is I have too many usernames and passwords for other things. I tried using the same password for everything, while this isn't very secure I am not too concerned with people hacking into my blogger account. I suppose they could post something

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1095993039168753662004-09-23T19:26:00.000-07:002004-09-23T19:30:39.166-07:00

Well, Cat Stevens has been deported. Martha's headed for jail. I think we can all sleep a little better tonight.

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1095980723466793852004-09-23T15:55:00.000-07:002004-09-23T19:32:40.990-07:00

Bug has been found...Dead. At least I think he's dead. Either he is dead or he is a very convincing actor. I went to plug in my dust buster and found Bug hanging out behind my green chair. There was a wine cork back there too. I can only assume Bug had been drinking. Rest in peace my friend. ..Rest in Peace.

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1095805443116714982004-09-21T14:57:00.000-07:002004-09-21T15:24:03.116-07:00

Somewhere within the far reaches of my apartment there is a giant insect plotting my demise. I came home around midnight to discover what looked to be a large black bug in the early stages of rigor mortis. I decided not to deal with the bug at that moment. Ever the procrastinator I decided to wait until daylight. It seemed much less creepy dealing with a dead bug in the daytime. I didn't

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1089489836710074502004-07-10T12:56:00.000-07:002004-07-10T13:03:56.710-07:00

There is a man at my apartment building named Skeeter...yes Skeeter. I live in Unincorporated Snohomish so it was only a matter of time before I met a man named Skeeter...I think I'll marry a man named Skeeter.

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1089445569804375482004-07-10T00:34:00.000-07:002004-07-10T00:46:09.803-07:00

So I would like to involve you all in a little game. Here it is. There is a man across the street from my theatre in downtown Bellevue that is opening a business. He doesn't have a sign up yet and it is unclear what is going into the space. Based on the man's appearance and car we were trying to decide what kind of business he would be opening Clue #1 The man has a sweet

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1089444836205942522004-07-10T00:02:00.000-07:002004-07-10T00:48:42.546-07:00

I have been doing a very un-Deonn kinda thing. I have been working outdoors. In the midst of starting a business I have to take other jobs to pay the rent and my car payment...and my pimp and my dealer. One of these jobs includes musical theatre in the park with children in South Seattle. Yes one of Dante's rings of hell. "Seward Park Musical Theatre Camp" This particular class was a group of

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1089007109827884672004-07-04T22:32:00.000-07:002004-07-04T22:58:29.826-07:00

I recently directed a show at Stone Soup Theatre in Seattle. Theatre is a strong word as the space is only slightly larger than my living room...seriously. Every children's show comes with it's share of stage moms, freaky dads and otherwise strange folk. Over the years I have become very good at dealing with parents. I am very calm and professional. "I understand your concerns...blah blah" (

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1081482380710473922004-04-08T20:07:00.000-07:002004-11-18T21:18:46.276-08:00

In this day and age of protesting everything from the Darigold lock-out to Stricter laws for animal cruelty, I have a new grassroots cause "Normal names for children" This may sound like an odd protest coming from someone with the name Deonn. But I know of what I speak. I work with a lot of children and I come across many names. Some advice I would like to impart to people trying to name their

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1080583899882677312004-03-29T09:51:00.000-08:002004-03-29T10:15:14.623-08:00

Message boards can be a dangerous place, Especially in the hands of actors. Yes I realize I am among this eclectic mix. I do not post to message boards. Something that seems like a good idea at 2:00 in the morning after a bottle of wine doesn't always carry the same wisdom in the light of day. So...while trying to find the e-mail address of a local choreographer I came across a thread of

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1079673739968119312004-03-18T19:57:00.000-08:002004-03-18T21:25:40.060-08:00

Time off. Ahh the luxury of it. I work every day, however I work about an hour or two every day. Tonight I taught a private acting lesson. This morning I taught pre-School which left me with 9 hours in between to accomplish absolutely nothing. I did walk around Greenlake. This helped alleviate the guilt of sitting on my ass watching Dr. Phil and eating a box raspberry Pim's cups. I talked

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1079201831178803762004-03-13T09:48:00.000-08:002004-03-13T10:26:35.606-08:00

Due to my lack of planning, passion for free-time and and my big mouth, I find myself somewhat unemployed. I have directed 6 fully produced musicals in less than a year. I have taught up to 11 theatre classes a week, performed in bad children's shows and have run assemblies at 32 schools. It all came to a screeching halt, Mainly because I saw the end of these contracted jobs coming and all I

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1078734698040604822004-03-07T23:20:00.000-08:002004-03-08T00:35:35.936-08:00

I was given a gift certificate to Build-A Bear for Christmas. I thought today was as good a day as any to redeem my gift card. I was babysitting Gina and she seemed fond of Build-a-Bear so we set off on our Alderwood Mall adventure. Though it looks enticing from the outside, I'm pretty sure Build-A-Bear was what Dante had in mind when writing The Inferno. It has it's own rings of hell. The

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1075793861736115652004-02-02T20:31:00.000-08:002004-02-02T23:39:59.903-08:00

Men. I seem doomed in the area of love. My track record with the male of the species is sad. I bring this up after another misguided date. I don't want to alienate the poor guy by naming names so for our purposes we will call him "Not Steve." I was introduced to "Not Steve" by a mutual friend. This mutual friend however was unaware of "Not Steve's" new found zest for Jesus. Hey I'm open

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1075356161555347542004-01-28T21:54:00.000-08:002004-03-08T10:52:02.340-08:00

i can write about my grandmother, because bless her heart there is nooo way she would find my blog. depressing thought...My 78 year old, memory challenged grandmother has a boyfriend...and I don't. Not that I would be particulary interested in a partially ambulatory hard of hearing geriatric...but you never know. My grandmother told my mom not to tell anyone else at the home because "What if

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1075232455921234682004-01-27T10:54:00.000-08:002004-01-27T11:43:05.123-08:00

Okay here is the problem as I see it. I have so many things to blog. The problem is most of these subjects involve the stupidity or immoral,illegal, and/or annoying activities of the folks I need to write about. I have always been told not to write anything down that could come back to haunt you. So what if one of these stupid, immoral or annoying folks stumbled across my blog? I am not so

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1075193751065430122004-01-27T01:23:00.000-08:002004-11-08T10:40:20.723-08:00

So many subjects, so many people to alienate, so many bridges to burn, so much grammar to bastardize. Here is my list of possible blog entries *Children's Theatre Crack addict. *Being Hit on at K-B toys...Disturbing or flattering? *For the last time I'm not going camping! *"Your child is not gifted and talented...he's a pain in the ass!" *Drunk auto mechanic brake job and/or whack job * Mill

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1074070116376121312004-01-14T00:44:00.000-08:002004-01-14T00:50:27.043-08:00

Okay this is it. I am finally thirty. It's kind of anti-climactic when you have looked 30 since Jr. High. I am convinced I was born with a cigarette and a Martini. (which is odd since I don’t smoke and I prefer scotch) Nothing makes you reflect on aging like the gym…so it was off to the YMCA. I dragged myself to the Y at the crack of dawn…11:00am. I met with fitness trainer Bob. Nice guy who

Deonnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285636.post-1073275882307413062004-01-04T20:11:00.000-08:002004-01-04T20:11:41.403-08:00

I gave Deonn an early birthday present of a blog. ta da...

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