♥ Bill Amend. Two more days!
Whoo!!! Saddam has been caught! Let’s just hope it’s really him and not another of his body doubles. :D
I never liked the idea of the Iraq War (Osama? What? Oh, look! Something shiny!), but now that the damage has been done, at least now it’ll be a little easier to start sweeping up the pieces. So Bush, get off your high horse and let’s get the UN and some other countries in on the reconstruction efforts, especially now that we’ve seen what a bunch of crooks Halliburton is made of, overcharging the US $65 million. And because honestly, has the US ever succeeded in rebuilding a country alone?
Hey, look! Snow! Hey, look! Unfinished songwriting paper!
I feel like a crotchety old man. “It was the youth that was responsible! All those pesky teenagers with their ‘Rock and Roll’ music taking over the radio… Crazy hippies! Why, in my day, we respected our elders, and we got quality shows like ‘West Side Story’ and ‘Man of La Mancha’! Today, you get ‘Seussical’! Young hoodlums!”
::hobbles off with a cane::
So yes, I am blaming the downfall of musical theatre on the emergence of youth culture. (But Harold Prince agrees with me, so there!) My classmates are going to love this.
I think I shall call it “Dubarry was a Lady, Angel was a Drag Queen: The Evolution of the Schism between Pop Music and Musical Theatre, From Cole Porter to Jonathan Larson”. I shall call it squishy, at it will be my squishy.
I think that in many, many, many years, on the sad, sad day when Johnny Depp dies, the mean amount of acting talent in the world will go down at least 30%.
Gollum Rap, filched from Ashley.
Mmmmm, my hands smell like garlic. I just helped Tricia and Carmen make pasta and breadsticks, and I’m in tastebud heaven. It’s so refreshing to see garlic used for good and not evil. We decided that we were going to all get together and make dinner once a week, most likely on Sunday. *happy sigh* I love cooking.
Forget Gary Oldman.
Neil Gaiman is Sirius Black.
Hee, today’s strip in the Calvin & Hobbes LJ community has special historic significance for me! It’s where I got the phrase muchas smoochies! Muaha, best phrase ever.
Okay, forget the glitterpaint menorahs. I hereby nominate myself for the “Too Bloody Crafty By Half” award, based on my performance this evening. Apparently, we’re exchanging our Secret Santa gifts today, so I feel very relieved that I went shopping for Kim yesterday. But to my dismay, I hadn’t thought about wrapping paper. Being a traditionalist in these matters, I refused to give her the book alone or in a plastic shopping bag, and even though I barely know her, I wasn’t about to give her a book wrapped exquisitely in paper towels.
But the Sisterhood of the Too Bloody Crafty are never at a loss for what to do! Why not give it to her in the plastic shopping bag it came in? But with a crazy twist? I cut off the handles and the pleated corners of the bag, turning it into a flat sheet. Then I used it like wrapping paper, wrapping it as I would a box, in (a slight variant of) the perfect, lovely method my mom taught me when I was wee. Then I joined the ends of the handles and made a bow. I’m very pleased with the result. :D (Edit: and so was Kim!)
I know myself so well. This morningI was having difficulty forcing myself to write my Songwriting paper (The Evolution of the Rift Between Pop Music and Musical Theatre. Why do I do these things to myself?), so I finally cracked and kidnapped Carmen and went out to lunch. She asked to go to the DVD rental next door, so I tagged along. I knew I wasn’t going to rent anything (because of said paper), but I browsed anyway. Fortunately for my sense of self-control, every movie I saw that looked like something I’d like to watch had been checked out already. But when Carmen showed me her selections, they looked fun, and I told her that if I was far enough on my paper later this evening, I’d join her in a studybreak and watch one. Then, as she was checking out, another girl came in and returned a copy of Edward Scissorhands. An omen! I promised myself that I wouldn’t watch it until I’d written 5 pages (the minimum), at least. So now I have motivation! Johnny calls to me! And once I have written at least 5 pages, I will answer!
Mmm, Johnny. *goes back to work*