::envious of Ann:: When and where can you see auroras? Don’t you have to be pretty far north? Or did I just make that up? Meh.
I added entries for today and tomorrow to the daily sketch. I might add one for yesterday, too. Or I could save it for Friday. It all depends on my mood. Muah.
I just found out that Britney Spears is doing a cover of Eleanor Rigby. I feel sick. This is my proof that there is no God.
Percy help me, I’m listening to Abba again. Voluntarily.
Rehearsal was scary today. We got the costumes in, so we all got to do the Costume Parade for Mrs. Felice. I had a loose blue suit and the most hideous black dress in existence. It’s decorated with a pattern of bamboo shoots, I believe. I also get the world’s most laughable hat. It reminds me of that thing the “Bring out your dead” guy wore in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Anyway, while we were still showing Mrs. Felice our first costumes, she pulled Casey (the other Emily) and me aside. She said she didn’t want to discuss it in front of the boys. (As if they wouldn’t find out!) She told us that because we both have good figures and old ladies don’t, she wanted us to have — there’s no other phrase to describe it — sagging breasts. She suggested putting oranges in our bras. I went back to the changing room laughing so hard I was crying. I would go from a double-A to a double-D in one night. Don’t you wish you were coming to our performance, now?
If anyone taped the Simpsons tonight and feels like sending it to me free of charge, it would be smiled upon.
I would have liked to see the Simpson’s take on Harry Potter or Buffy: The Musical, but I was too busy laughing my head off, rejoicing at the fact that I was in the same room as Dave Barry. ::melts into a small puddle on the ground:: Dave is my god. He’s a great speaker — his voice was completely different from how I expected it to be. Just like his columns, he strayed from his topic to an amazing degree. In fact, he never actually got around to talking about his topic. Highly entertaining. I just wish that I’d been able to go DaveStalking afterwards. I brought my copy of “Big Trouble” just in case, but it turned out that only certain special people got to go to the reception afterwards. Meh. Oh well. I had fun. ::squeals happily::
Okay, so I lied. That song entry earlier today should be promoting the “John Birch Society”, not John Burke. And It’s the Chad Mitchell Trio, not Chaz. Meh, I can’t understand a word Mr. Taylor says.
::yawns:: Entertain me! Now!
It’s weird dream time again! I was at some college, and they had stolen my idea to do a musical for “Men at Arms”. They used a script I had written (and they had butchered) and they were putting on a production. Then, when I was watching it, it turned into a movie instead of a show. The light quality and general location reminded me a bit of “From Hell”, with the sweeping camera motions (and some of the general location, actually) of the beginning of “Moulin Rouge”. The way they had arranged it, it really wasn’t very funny. Meh. I also remember being really irritated that Angua was a brunette. Halfway through the show, though, she became a platinum blonde with no explanation. Puzzling. Someone (I think it was the director) explained to me that she looked better as a brunette because of the stage lighting. ::shrugs:: There was this scene in the beginning where Carrot kept standing up for no reason, like a broken record in deja vu. He looked very Carrotlike, but he was the only Watch member that really looked like the description in the book. Vimes was especially disappointing.
Odd dream. I woke up with really big froofy hair, too. Percy knows how long it took to get it into a ponytail.