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thehefnerLife these days is a series of situations that are all relatively easy to deal with on their own, or even two at a time, all coming at us at once. I'd post about them more, but I can't help but feel like it'd be a whole lotta complaining about stuff that we're already on top of combined with the stuff that's out of our control. So I'm going to cut this post with images of owls with stupid expressions on their faces, just to make it all go down easier.
For my part, I'm tired. More tired than I've ever been, more tired than I was trying to pick up the pieces after Dad's death. And that tiredness has made dealing with my everyday neuroses just that much harder. And I was never that good at handling them in the first place! But after yet disappointing another Fringe Festival (and like all the disappointing Festivals over the past year, there have been entirely logical reasons WHY they were disappointing, but that doesn't help my emotional state), AND the moving situation, I'm wiped out and not really looking forward to doing CapFringe and IndyFringe this year. I've never been one for regrets, but I do so wish that I could go back a year and plan this all out better.
As for that moving situation, we're currently living at the beach while the Cabin John house... my home... is on the market. It's been repainted and rearranged to the point that it's effectively no longer my home anymore. It looks depressingly like... like a NORMAL person's house! Ew! But we can't stay there, since it's on the market, thus we're in Delaware. This means that we'll have to drive a couple hours to the hospital once she goes into labor, which should be within, what, a week? Two weeks? More? Any day now? We're just waiting, and we have to wait here, because our actual home has to be clean and free of people. Hard for prospective buyers to impose their vision onto a property with a fanboy and a pregnant Henchgirl squatting in the living room.
We're staying at the new house Mom bought in Delaware, which will be our main base of operations once renovations are completed by early next year. We're by Broadkill Beach, near Slaughter Beach. I fucking love that. In reality, it's not so much the site of a boobtacular slasher film as much as the nation's site for Horseshoe Crab Orgies. So, almost as good, right? That almost makes up for the fact that we're going to be living in Delaware.
In truth, living at the regular house in Rehoboth Beach is great, as we adore that place. But unless you all come to see my show at CapFringe in a couple weeks, and bring your friends and family and pets in people costumes so that they can be charged as adults, that beach house will be my sole source of income. Did you know that we're still renting it out? Because we totally are still renting out the house in Rehoboth Beach!
I guess what it all comes down to is the fact that we have a lot to do, all of which costs a LOT of money and causes a lot of stress, onlt some of which might possibly make us some money in the process. What I'm saying is, if you want a piece of Hefner, you have options!
Want to own the house where Hefner lived? Well, you can! Want to just rent a house where Hefner lives? You can do that too! Want to rent Hefner himself for an evening (I mean, as a performer? I mean, as a non-sexual performer? I mean, to talk about himself for an hour with jokes and slides?) Here's your big chance! And if you still want a piece of Hefner's creativity but aren't able to travel, well, I'm finally starting to post the Harvey Dent novel, chapter by chapter. For those who've read it already, I've changed a lot and I'll be changing even more after the acid hits. It's gonna be a whole different story by that point, and with Henchgirl as my editor, I'm going to finally finish this for good.
That's about it for now. Back to life. Mine, hers, and the brand-new little one that's about to arrive. Any day/week/minute now.
For my part, I'm tired. More tired than I've ever been, more tired than I was trying to pick up the pieces after Dad's death. And that tiredness has made dealing with my everyday neuroses just that much harder. And I was never that good at handling them in the first place! But after yet disappointing another Fringe Festival (and like all the disappointing Festivals over the past year, there have been entirely logical reasons WHY they were disappointing, but that doesn't help my emotional state), AND the moving situation, I'm wiped out and not really looking forward to doing CapFringe and IndyFringe this year. I've never been one for regrets, but I do so wish that I could go back a year and plan this all out better.
As for that moving situation, we're currently living at the beach while the Cabin John house... my home... is on the market. It's been repainted and rearranged to the point that it's effectively no longer my home anymore. It looks depressingly like... like a NORMAL person's house! Ew! But we can't stay there, since it's on the market, thus we're in Delaware. This means that we'll have to drive a couple hours to the hospital once she goes into labor, which should be within, what, a week? Two weeks? More? Any day now? We're just waiting, and we have to wait here, because our actual home has to be clean and free of people. Hard for prospective buyers to impose their vision onto a property with a fanboy and a pregnant Henchgirl squatting in the living room.
We're staying at the new house Mom bought in Delaware, which will be our main base of operations once renovations are completed by early next year. We're by Broadkill Beach, near Slaughter Beach. I fucking love that. In reality, it's not so much the site of a boobtacular slasher film as much as the nation's site for Horseshoe Crab Orgies. So, almost as good, right? That almost makes up for the fact that we're going to be living in Delaware.
In truth, living at the regular house in Rehoboth Beach is great, as we adore that place. But unless you all come to see my show at CapFringe in a couple weeks, and bring your friends and family and pets in people costumes so that they can be charged as adults, that beach house will be my sole source of income. Did you know that we're still renting it out? Because we totally are still renting out the house in Rehoboth Beach!
I guess what it all comes down to is the fact that we have a lot to do, all of which costs a LOT of money and causes a lot of stress, onlt some of which might possibly make us some money in the process. What I'm saying is, if you want a piece of Hefner, you have options!
Want to own the house where Hefner lived? Well, you can! Want to just rent a house where Hefner lives? You can do that too! Want to rent Hefner himself for an evening (I mean, as a performer? I mean, as a non-sexual performer? I mean, to talk about himself for an hour with jokes and slides?) Here's your big chance! And if you still want a piece of Hefner's creativity but aren't able to travel, well, I'm finally starting to post the Harvey Dent novel, chapter by chapter. For those who've read it already, I've changed a lot and I'll be changing even more after the acid hits. It's gonna be a whole different story by that point, and with Henchgirl as my editor, I'm going to finally finish this for good.
That's about it for now. Back to life. Mine, hers, and the brand-new little one that's about to arrive. Any day/week/minute now.
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Date: 2011-06-23 06:14 pm (UTC)I am headed out of town and may miss an announcement of a MiniHenchHef so preemptive congratulations, s/he's so cute, s/he looks just like both of you and Winston Churchill!
And honestly? Everything else (excluding the pending MiniHefHench)? My condolences and welcome to adulthood. Sucks, doesn't it? And it never really does calm down, but you find a way to roll with it and you find that there are so many things that make you happy, even when the money and logistics are stressful as hell. And you still don't have a curfew, so there's that. And it beat the living hell out of 7th grade.
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Date: 2011-06-23 08:47 pm (UTC)Also, congratulations on being not just an adult, but an entertaining and impressive one. This pleases us, makes us unjustifiably proud, or at the very least, justifiably happy. =)
Looking forward to seeing you soon, hopefully at Fringe.
Ps. House like whoa! Is that Cabin John place your family home? It's freaking gorgeous.
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Date: 2011-06-23 11:17 pm (UTC)Thanks! Frankly, I don't feel like I've quite made it yet. We're just waiting for
the chirp chirp chirpget through the next couple of months before I can feel like we're able to get on with the process of life as we will soon come to know it. Right now, it's a juggling and high-wire act with hoops of flame and elephants of discontent.And yes, that's our home! Actually, it's Mom's dream house. She spent many years planning and designing it, and eventually had it built from the ground up after tearing down the shack we used to live in there. The cost of living there has always been super high between maintenance, heating, AC, taxes, etc, and we've always known that we couldn't live there forever. It actually looked like we'd have to move just a year or two into our time there, so really, we're lucky and grateful to have gotten seven years there.
Still sad to move, though. The whole moving process from this place, and what it's meant to us... well, I've felt a little bit like I'm in a Chekhov play for the past couple months.
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Date: 2011-06-23 11:11 pm (UTC)When I read "adulthood," I heard Ben Franklin from 1776 (cue to 2:22)
"Oh that word."
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Date: 2011-06-23 11:54 pm (UTC)Do you think a Joker/Luthor ongoing has any hope of keeping itself alive for more than a year?
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Date: 2011-06-24 01:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-24 02:25 am (UTC)It doesn't have to be one big teamup, though. It can chronicle a series of chance meetings, with the occasional flashback (maybe a flashback to their first post-Crisis teamup?)
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Date: 2011-06-24 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-24 01:25 am (UTC)Sending love and hugs to you two. And if there's anything I can do to help, whether it's another pair of editing eyes or whatever, I'm here.
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Date: 2011-06-24 02:30 am (UTC)Thanks! *hugs*
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Date: 2011-06-24 05:19 am (UTC)On a scale of one to duh how redundant would it be of me to say 'It sounds like you have a lot going on right now.' ???
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Date: 2011-06-24 06:10 am (UTC)I'd say "duh plus three" about covers it!
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Date: 2011-06-24 02:43 pm (UTC)I can assure you that adulthood is fraught with worries nomatter how rich you are. So sorry. But you can find some joy despite that. Best of luck, and thank you for propagating the human race so I don't have to!