Rants by Ronni, Scourge of the Internet

I used to write, frequently.  Before Facebook, I wrote almost every day, either here or on other blogs, and I spent time reading blogs.  Since, I've been hearing people say that blogs are dead.I am on Twitter, but rarely use it, except to t...

I went to a Catholic parochial school from halfway through 4th grade to almost the end of 7th.  My parents were C of E, but we lived out in the boonies and the Catholic school was within walking distance (barely) (down a logging road) and gettin...

As theaters go, the venue isn't fancy, but the theatre owns it, so there's that.  It seats 50 (52 in a pinch, if it's a small cast and the fire marshall stays away).  It hasn't always been in Memorial Park in Round Rock; when I first a...

Ten years.Ten years in which I have learned to keep busy, and the sense of accomplishment from that, alone, is a sort of partial compensation.I get a twinge when anyone makes any reference to "putting a gun to your head," or any visual reminder of su...

Jack Randall Biggs June 9, 1947-May 18, 2017For years, I referred to him here as "SSS," short for "Son of a Siberian Sasquatch."  His real name was Jack Randall Biggs.  "Jack" for his father and "Randall" for his dad's army buddy.  Eve...

Well, Dearly Beloved, the curtain comes down on For the Love of Mahalia tonight.It has been an honour and a privilege to work on this show.  Cast and crew have been unfailingly helpful and cheerful, and actors have been very patient with co...

I grew up in a garlic-free home.  Neither of my parents liked it, so we never had it.  Not in the house, not in the garden, not in the spaghetti, not in the meatloaf, not in the salad....no garlic to be found in the Dobell household.  ...