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I'm finally home from Yale, and have been for a week, and while I meant to be all good and attentive and documentarian when I was there I quickly realised that it was me and not some other person that owns this blog so I slammed down my laptop, laughed and went and bought another bagel – because you really can't have too many and that is a scientific fact.

So, I'm really not going to go into everything that happened and how freaking wonderful it all was, and how I'm now making my partner call me THE GREATEST PLAYWRIGHT EVER just because my ego is riding at an all-time high and I want to hang onto that shit for as long as possible, and how Americans get such a bad rap for being all arrogant and stuff when really they are just the nicest, smartest, most generous people in the world (No, the American Tourist Board did not pay me to say that, but you know, totally open to talk about it) and how I got to meet all people that have been my heroes for as long as I could remember and how it was all just 'pinch yourself Shannon, because this may never happen again'. No. Not going to do that.

But Yale people, you fucking rock*.

 

* Feel free to use that on your brochures. No. You're welcome.

Fun

Conversation with my nephew Matthew at 5.35am on Sunday morning:

MATTHEW: Aunty Shannon …

Aunty Shannon sleeps

MATTHEW: AUNTY SHANNON!!!!!!!!

Aunty Shannon wakes up.

AS: Yes?

MATTHEW: Are you awake?

AS: Apparently.

MATTHEW: You want to come and see all my Thomas the Tank Engine toys?

AS: I'd love to come and see your Thomas toys but I seem to be lacking the will or desire to get out of bed.

MATTHEW: Okay. I'll bring them to you.

Thanks Matty. I never knew 5.30 on a Sunday morning could be so fun

Dance of joy

All systems are go ...

http://blogs.courant.com/curtain/2011/08/xxxxx-3.html

If you come near me right now, watch yourself. I am totally on fire

Enough!

Hey! You! Person from NASA who came to my blog by searching for asbestos jokes? Yeah you.

What the hell are you doing?

Shouldn't you be hiding aliens and trying not to get sucked into a black hole? Yeah. I so know about space and science and stuff so don't even start with me. Asbestos jokes? Really? Why could you possibly need asbestos jokes? Is that what passes for fun down there at NASA? Is it?

STOP IT!

You're scaring the hell out of me.

Long

Yeah.

It's all great and well to be going on holidays and jetting off here and there and whatnot and whatever, but you know what's not great and well? Actually getting shit done so you can go do whatever.

I have a list as long as a person with a freakishly long arm. Like Guiness Book long. Like those weird shows you see late at night about people with trees growing out of the hands and stuff. That long.

NOT FUN!

Okay. Rant over.

Bat shit crazy

Someone found my blog by typing into google 'What is a phlegm witch?'.

No. I can't make these things up.

But happy to know that I'm providing a service.

Shannapalooza

In the next two months I am going to become one of those types of people. That have the life. You know. Those people that you look at and say "Well, they have the life."

In the next two months I have trips to Sydney, Brisbane and New York. Try and find a link between those three places and the only thing you can come up with is ME!!!

I'm nicknaming it Shannapalooza. I'm making T-shirts. Feel free to casually mention to loved ones and total strangers "That girl, well she has the life." Because I do.