“Who has fun during wartime?
Mutaneous Lords.
THEY have fun during wartime.”
– “Have a Nice Day”, Shel Shorts
So, in all honesty, as I was scrambling to memorize two scenes yesterday afternoon, I was kicking myself for signing on to a show right after “Seussical”. I need a break, I need some time, and I need to be away from maddening artists.
But then I went to rehearsal. And I had A BLAST.
After doing a show targeted towards young kids and done completely in rhyme, I needed a show where I get to say “shit-faced mother fucker”. I needed a show where I get to go shirtless and feel up Steph. I needed a show that was completely, unabashedly, and totally inappropriate. It felt GUH-RATE.
Needless to say, although it’s penned by the FABULOUS Shel Silverstein, this ain’t kids’ poetry.
The quote today stuck with me as I watched that scene unfold. It is based around three characters: an artist, a “good-cop” consultant, and an angry, tyrannical “bad-cop” consultant. It felt all too familiar to me. But it was much funnier when I’m not in the middle, so I have to try and find the humor when I’m in the middle. It’s there; I’m just too close to see it.
Tonight, I’m going to work on something. I haven’t quite figured it out yet, but something needs work.
The Boy starts first grade soon. Tonight is his orientation. I’m VERY excited for him. He’s pretty pumped, too. He gets a locker. WHAT IS THAT, ANYWAY? A locker was such an esteemed privilage when I was in school, and they get them from day one now. Well, good for him, I suppose. Kids nowadays.. geesh.
I have to get my hair cut. I can’t take the she-mullet any longer. I just feel like one of the male Bradys.
I’m obsessed with “The Dog Whisperer” on National Geographic. My mother told me about him a LOOOONG time ago, but I blew her off and was then convinced that I couldn’t like him because my mom did. But we happened to catch his show on Sunday night (right after we both ran several blocks to capture an escaped Charlie), and we were entranced for two hours. The man is a miracle worker. I mean, most of the people on that show are mongoloids who clearly shouldn’t reproduce OR own any lower life forms (and sometimes, the dog being a lower life form is arguable), and I knew most of what he already said, but it was nice to have it said by an expert. And Bryan admitted, “I was way more timid around dogs before I met you and Delle.” But since we regularly beat our animals, he’s learned how to be drunk on power like the rest of us. (I tease. Our animals are our children. But they know their place.)
And that’s all I’ve got today. I’ve had to run back and forth between buildings today, and our August heat/humidity combo has sapped me.
