Wow. I kept reading about how Alan Cumming had revolutionized the character of the Emcee in Cabaret, but I was never aware of just how much he contributed to the role until today. Out of curiosity, I dowloaded Joel Grey’s (original Broadway and the film) “Wilkommen” and was shocked at the results. Grating, annoying, flat, and utterly dull, dull, dull. I immediately had to play the New Broadway version to restore my faith in the song. I reinterate Alan’s godlike status. And if anyone disagrees with me, I will punch them in the face because they are WRONG. If someone could harness the energy Alan generates in his theatrical exploits, I don’t think North America would ever have to worry about blackouts again. The man is mesmerizing.

Meanwhile, &lt3333 to Luke, who burned the first seasons of “Clone High” and “Invader Zim” for me. ::takes a moment to shake her fist at Eugene, who after 4 months still has the Invader Zim 1st and 2nd seasons that Seej burnt for her::

Philly friends: DaVinci’s Notebook is in Bryn Mawr at The Point on October 24th. Two shows, one at 7 and one at 10. Tickets are $16 in adv. or $20 at the door, purchaseable from Ticketweb. Just so you know! We’ll probably get a group together (we’ll actually have friends by that point! Dude!), so we’ll figure out stuff later.

Glee!

How many posts have I promised, then never posted? The Disney marathon comes to mind. And I haven’t even writted my Supermassive Nimbus Post of Doom yet. I guess it’s time to write the Weird Al post before I’m distracted again!

The day of the concert, chaos reigned. Mackenzie reported that she couldn’t come, as her parents had planned a dinner with an old friend’s family without her knowledge. Then Zimo cancelled because she didn’t feel comfortable paying $42 for a ticket on her New College Student budget. And I still couldn’t get ahold of Christine to ask her to come. Chungy, Burkhead, and Emily were set to go, but I still suddenly needed two more people, and had only an hour to get ahold of them. Fortunately, Matt was online, so I asked him, but I wasn’t able to get another. Finally, in desparation, I called Mackenzie again, who said she could leave dinner early to arrive for he concert in time. Yay, I was breathing again.

We assembled at 5:30 then went for Japanese at Sushi on McKinney, a restaurant I’m definitely going to miss this year. Burkhead and Emily were wearing subversive HP shirts, so I showed them the HP5 Innuendo-Fest, which pretty much dominated the evening’s conversation. We decided that Chungy was *definitely* faking innocent, as NO ONE can not understand so much innuendo at 18. Burkhead and Emily decided that they were going to make underwear that said “I might just do a Weasley” upon returning home. I’m going to make a t-shirt.

After dinner, we were off to the concert! Because Mapquest hates me and wants to eat my babies, we ended up having to rely on my handy-dandy Mapsco. Fortunately, I am Navigation Master and I easily found the Bronco Bowl. By the time we were nice and parked, it was about 7:15. The doors were supposed to open at 6:30, but the massive line outside isn’t moving. And did I mention it’s raining outside? As seats were assigned, we saw no point in making ourselves miserable, so we waited in the car for about 30 minutes until the line diminished to the point where we could stand under the awning.

Mackenzie had told me she would try to arrive at 8 or 8:15, so I went out under the awning again to wait for her. I ended up missing the opening stand-up comedian, but my friends assured me I didn’t miss much. Mackenzie arrived around 8:25, and after a brief comedy of errors, we managed to find each other. All together now! Glee and smooches! The actual concert portion began shortly afterward.

He opened with the “Angry White Boy Polka,” then “Party at the Leper Colony” (Matt was amused, as he’d never really heard the lyrics before), “That’s Your Horoscope for Today,” “A Complicated Song,” and a song I hadn’t heard before called “Melanie.” Then he said “It’s not every day I do a concert in a bowling alley that’s about to be demolished and turned into a home improvement warehouse. So I guess now would be a really good time to do ‘Hardware Store.’ But we haven’t practiced it, so I’m going to sing ‘One More Minute’ instead.” And he did.

The first costume change took the form of an “interview” with Avril Lavigne. I *heart* his interviews. Then he did another song I hadn’t heard, which I’m guessing is titled “Dog Eat Dog.” Then “Bob” up to the harmonica solo (the music video is really amusing).

The second change was clip show of cameos of Al in a bunch of TV shows and movies and the wonderful “60% Chance of Rain” and “Our Friend Dirt.” Then a massive montage of “WANNA B UR LOVR,” “Trash Day,” “Jerry Springer,” “Jurassic Park,” “The Toppings Will Go On,” “E-Bay,” “Rye or the Kaiser,” “Spider Man,” “Lasagna,” “Pretty Fly for a Rabbi,” “My Bologna,” “Gump,” and “Eat It.”

His second “interview” was with Celine Dion. He perfomed “Smells Like Nirvana,” then changed again as they screened his portion of the MTV Video Music Awards, that featured him as part each of the “Sexiest Video” nominees. Funny beyond words. He emerged for “Amish Paradise” (complete with the audience moving their arms back and forth in time with the “Aaah” stuff).

The third “interview” was with Eminem. When Eminem championed freedom of expression, then Al questioned him if someone should be free to make a music video of a parody song, the audience cheered wildly. Al sang “One Shot,” with the audience making sympathetic rap gestures.

Another change, and the “final” song, “I’m Fat.” But the audience was smarter than that and knew what to expect. A chant somewhere between “Weird Al” and “Yoda” gathered strength until it became a roar, which was instantly silenced by one gesture from the keyboardist. Upon returning to the stage, Al launched into “The Saga Begins,” then “Yoda” and the obligatory chant. And then it was over.

Huzzah and w00t to a fabulous evening! On our way out, we were mobbed by some religious enthusiasts who gave up pamphlets about how we were going to hell, which made us giggle massively on the way home. I cut out some of the pages and put them in my Book next to my ticket. Too funny.

Wow. That’s the last time I’m going to see most of my friends, at least until I happen across them on a holiday, and it’s still not sinking in.

Yesterday afternoon, I got quite a shock as I ransacked my bookshelf, dividing it into books I would bring with me, books I would sell to Half-Price Books, and books I would leave behind so that a parent could send them to me if I found my dorm was large enough. It started to sink in that hey, these books will no longer be a part of my life. All these books, whose presence I took for granted, would suddenly be gone. In such a small dorm room, would I really need my French translations of Harry Potter? Much less copies of both US and UK versions. I haven’t reread anything in my Dave Barry collection recently; can I bear to part with it? Wow, here’s a book I’ve been intending to read, but haven’t picked it up yet. And A Clockwork Orange? Fantastic book. Like hell I’m giving it away. But do I need it with me in college?

I started organizing things along the lines of “If my house burned down in a fire tomorrow, what would I be sad about losing? And what would I not even notice had gone?” I instantly set aside my autographed copies of Coraline and Good Omens, then just as quickly returned them to the “staying home” stack. I have another copy of Good Omens, let’s take that so that I don’t run the risk of damaging it during shipping. But what if Terry Pratchett comes to NY to sign for his next book? I’ll want it doublesigned, won’t I? But I suppose my mom could send it to me in time if that happened, seeing as TP’s American tours are a big deal because they NEVER HAPPEN. It stays home.

The fierce internal debate raged on for most of the afternoon. Then I went to Matt’s house, for Final Shenanigans. Are you connecting this, brain? I won’t see Matt or Luke or Brian or Megan or Jen again for quite some time. And Mackenzie and Chungy and so many others that you *didn’t* get to hang out with last night. Think of how upset you got parting with some of your books. These are PEOPLE we’re talking about. Maybe, I rationalized, it hasn’t registered because I still have another week at home, so the idea college hasn’t quite hit me full-force yet. But giving everybody goodbye hugs, my Shoulder Demon observed nastily that hey, it’s sunk in regarding my books.

My mom tells me that it’s good that I’m so independent and able to entertain myself, whereas my sister had to be constantly spending time with friends. That’s not independence, mother. I spend all my time with my friends on the internet. In fact I’m DEPENDENT on my friends online. But wherever I am, the internet stays with me. I’ll always have my friends there. They won’t move away from me. They go off to other colleges, but I’ll still get to be with them every day.

The internet is my security blanket.

And though the dynamic is different, I’ll still be able to communicate with my real life friends through the net. Maybe that’s why I started getting resentful of Matt’s pool and dinner and a movie parties. Let the separation from this group of friends be gradual, I thought. Matt clearly wanted as much time with us as possible before he left, but I wanted the opposite. Get used to the new online dynamic now, because that’s all you’ll get in the future. It’s a horrible, stilted view of the world, but hey, it works for me. I’d miss out on all the fun we have together, conversing over dinner and t00bing about in the pool, but I’d also save myself the pain of separating from such good friends and losing that dynamic with them.

I guess there’s nothing left to do now but figure it out as I go along. This entry is long enough, and I have to go resell my books.

The first installment of 1602 had me in an uncontrollable fit of giggles. I’m now rereading to see what jokes I missed when I didn’t know what to look for. Here’s hoping we have a certain German in our future!

EDIT: ::chokes at the Ballad of the Fantastick:: How do I love you, Neil Gaiman; let me count the ways. Peter Parquagh… ::snorks::

Hurrah! About a week ago, I found out that there’s a comics store just a few blocks from my house. I decided to try it out today when I went to pick up 1602, Neil’s latest comic offering. I wish I had discovered this place earlier! This is the first time I’ve ever been in a comics store and not been gawked at for being a girl. And the sales people were awesome. I had forgotten that “Wolves in the Walls” had just come out, so I got of that, too. So glee! It’s Keith’s Comics for me now. At least, for the next 10 days until I leave for Philadelphia. Yarr.

On the plus side… *loads up all Gaiman-y goodness in the hopes that I may meet him at the Bryn Mawr orientation* Now it’s just a matter of stalking meeting Holly.

Ripping pages from Sam and Brenna’s books: GOALS FOR THE NEW SCHOOL YEAR

  1. Stay Good

  2. Work a great deal on MAA. Study up on the songwriting course.

  3. Start looking for a collaborator for MAA that can read music and do orchestrations and such. And to bring my to my senses if necessary.

  4. Write home, so that parents don’t start calling me every hour (again).

  5. Get along with Roommate; convert her to Evil.

  6. Get involved in some of the older DMD students’ projects

  7. Stop grousing that the Penn Six-5000 is an all-male group and be content with trying out for the also incredibly cool “Off the Beat.”

  8. Find someone of equal or greater HP fanatacism I can talk IRL to.

  9. Do not become depressed that you are no longer a big fish in a small pond theatre-wise. Realize that you are competing for roles with people who intend on making a livelihood on theatre. You are small now, accept and move on.

  10. Avoid the Freshman Fifteen: Exercise and become devastatingly attractive. Become femme fatale.