I'm listening to Chumbawumba and thoroughly enjoying the British anarchist music.
Tubthumpin' just might be the bane of my existance.
I'm learning about the devolpment of A Chorus Line. Except I've watched this at least 3-5 times now, so I'm not really "learning."
This makes me want to go out and rent every Sondheim video from the library. Nothing tops Elaine Stritch trying to record "The Ladies Who Lunch."
...in a drunken frenzy.
My favorite part is when she yells at Sondheim about how she usually has good material.
I know. She's got big ones.
That's why I love her so!
This movie reminds me of just how deeply and passionately I LOVE theatre. It's making me so very happy :)
I'm back. A pesky client called, and then I had to go approve something.
I confess that someday I'll go into what I do for a living these days. But right now, it would just give me hives. All I want to do is run away and join the circus... if it only paid better and I didn't actually have to do anything death-defying.
I read an article about Stritch doing that recording... she said (of herself) that she looked like Margaret Rutheford starring in "The Life of Judy Garland." That made me laugh so hard when I heard that. And now all I can see is Rutheford's Miss Marple belting out a whisky-soaked "Over the Rainbow" every time I watch her marathon session.
How truly vivid.
Confess b12 - what is it you really want to do?
"I wanna be a producer... with a big show on Broadway..."
Or a nun. They keep life simple.
I think I'm overqualified, though.
EDIT: How are you, Rathy? Kitzy?
Overqualified to be a producer? Or a nun?
I'm much better than I was 5 minutes ago, since a co-worker just brought me a Starbucks Gingerbread Latte. But I'm at work until 2:00 a.m., so you do the math.
I've always wanted to be in the circus. Be a gypsy, and play with ponies, and fly on the trapeze. Um....yeah.
I confess...I don't know how one BECOMES a producer..?
Sip it VERY SLOWLY... ouch. I'm glad I don't have those hours (very often).
I'm getting ready to fold up my tent and go home, to hearth and honey. And our cat, Luigi.
My sister had a cat named Luigi!!!
I wish I had a cat.
Though I doubt I'd name it Luigi.
Luigi is a great name for a cat.
Actually, that was the only cat I ever met who didn't like me. I have friends who call me The Cat Whisperer. Every cat in the world loves me. Not that one. It was a huge family joke.
All hail the mighty Cat Whisperer!
Yay, for Luigi! I'm sure THIS Luigi would LOVE you, Rath. He's very affectionate, loves to play, loves people... and is totally insane.
He would fit right in with the whole crowd here.
Actually, he's not much more than a big kitten. He's 10 months old now. I'll bet The Cat Whisperer would get along famously with him.
I confess I want to play with Luigi right now.
I confess I spent the first 5 years of my life traveling with a carnival. My parents and grandparents owned all the rides. :/
* living vicariously through JG2 right now *
And you and your sister were attached at the hip?
Rath - are you going to break out into a "Side Show" medley right now?
* pulls up chair to listen *
NO DAMMIT! I am not touchy about that.
We didn't have any kind of freak shows. We just did state fairs and such.
* still living vicariously through JG2 *
I confess that my parents were "crazy actor folk" but raised me in Kansas.
It was basically the demographic equivalent of being the Munsters.
I need a partner to sing a SIDE SHOW medley. JailyardGuy and I have been known to break out into a number or two from that show in public.
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