Last week I attended a performance of Pirates of Penzance translated into Yiddish. This production grew out of the first staged reading I attended back in September '05, and was fully fleshed out. All dialogue, all songs, including an additional song apparently grabbed from Iolanthe for the dream sequence -- admittedly better than "Sighing Softly ( Read more... )

I just danced a honky-tonk line dance to Bananarama's "Cruel Summer" in a club full of cowboy hats and adorably polite and agile frat boys. And also "Honky Tonk Bedonkadonk" and "Boot Scootin' Boogie," etc ( Read more... )

I have no idea the degree to which this makes me a dork, but I have been absolutely obsessed with Schoolhouse Rock lately. It started when Dayne downloaded and played an mp3 of "Interplanet Janet" one night, which I hadn't heard in years and years. I ended up Netflixing the 30th Anniversary DVD and have been revelling in a nostalgia of which I can ( Read more... )

So a few weeks/months ago the office prankster was promoted to Fire Marshall of our floor, and he picked me as his Deputy (simply because I was apparently standing in a visible part of the hall and everyone else knew to look down and away when he said he'd pick if nobody volunteered. Also probably because he likes to pick on me ( Read more... )

Am in one of those periods of time in which everything and nothing seems to be happening all at once. I guess there's only so much I can blame on summer ending and being a sister-of-the-groom in one month, but the latter actually proved to be more time-consuming than I expected. In a good way, of course. Of course ( Read more... )

Post your bloggins while ye may; for the future may hold a shattered wine glass, deep lacerations, streams of blood, a late-night visit to the emergency room, and a tetanus shot in one arm and stitches in the knuckles of the other arm's hand that prevent the easy profusion of said bloggins.

And showers. Lest we forget those.

Ow.

This morning I was lazy. I woke up, turned on the repeat of the Colbert Report that comes on every morning at 8:30, then promptly lazed until much later than I should have. Got up, made my lunch, threw pieces of bread in the toaster oven. Toaster oven dinged, I took out one slice of bread, spread it with butter, consumed. Walked absentmindedly, in ( Read more... )

A thought occured to me as I read up on the latest on the thwarted terrorist plots in Britain ( Read more... )

So I've been informed that my last post made me a total putz. In an attempt to be less putzy, here's a post that's not about omg liek my bf.

I was leant (incidentally by omg liek my bf) a copy of the first season of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I honestly hadn't watched a lick of it since about age 8, but once that weird "gssshhehshshshhsh" sound ( Read more... )

March 5, 2005 ( Read more... )