In Which Kat Whines
So, let me give you some idea of the situation here.
It's 2:38 AM. I have set work from nine to five tomorrow. I'm sitting up at night printing out six copies of my play, which I've been editing all night. It is eighty-five pages long, each copy. It is taking forever and a day. I am miserable. And tired. I want bed. No get bed because play. Bah humbug upon playwrighting. Bah humbug indeed.
So so so. What to talk about, so that I may pass the time whilst my printer squeaks its merry squeaking of squeakishness and produces my play and kills trees especially for the Wabi Partnership? Oooh, I've got it. Good Things are happening, it should be known, in that thing that Kat sees fit to call a life. Certain persons unknown are very charming, and apparently think that Kat is likewise charming. This is quite yay, in Kat's opinion, considering that person unknown is Older Than Us.
Oooh, and also I have a new musical of the moment. It is called Spring Awakening and it wins at life. One of the songs, Bitch of Living, is the free download on iTunes right now, and it is absolutely A+. Allow me to reccomend this show. It's like the bastard child of Rent and The History Boys, both of which I have unending <3 for.
Oh dear, now the printer's running out of ink on the very last copy. I hate life. Or at the very least I hate this printer. La de da de da. Switched cartridge. Things are going smoothly now. Happy me! Okaaay. So did anything interesting happen in my life lately?
The answer to this is yes yes yes yes, however, it is of Private Nature and I will just mock you with it. Mwhahaha. I know something you don't know! LOLLERSKATES.
SO VERY BORED.
A Few People Who Are Dead
George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord, Sixth Baron of Rochestor
Oscar Wilde
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Kurt Cobain
My paternal grandmother
My maternal grandmother's political sensiilities
Abe Lincoln
Shakespeare
Marlon Brando
Herb Gardner
Bob Fosse
Martha Graham
Nureyev
John Wilmot
Christopher Marlowe
George Bernard Shaw
Paul Wellstone
A lot of people with the last name Kennedy
The Dead Kennedys, by definition
God
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
Simone de Beauvoir
posted by Sigerson @ 2:36 AM
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17 Comments:
You're right, The Bitch of Living is an excellent song.
I'm so addicted to this musical. It's not even funny. "The Song of Purple Summer" is also A+, as is "Touch Me" and "Totally Fucked."
I just went to the website and read about it. It sounds phenomenal. I may be going to NY at the end of the month and if so I'm definitely going to see this (seeing as if we're lucky it'll get to L.A. in what, like 3 years?). Till then... I'm getting the cast album.
And I'll have you know I spent the past half-hour rooting around listening to Duncan Sheik instead of whatever it is I was supposed to be doing.
(With a detour to check out some Stephen Duffy / Tin Tin / Lilac Time because Mr. SP was listening to the new Robbie Williams album on which he covers Duffy's "Kiss Me With Your Mouth.")
But I digress. Where did the day go, again?
Mwhaahaha. I am the Great Procrastinator! My work here is done!
*rockets off with jet pack*
Hope Is Emo!
"Gothtard" may be my new favorite word!
Okay, I have a confession to make. I'm cheating on Duncan Sheik with LittleHorse, the world's only two piano rock band. Dude! Bad pop music about Professor Moriarty! HOW MUCH BETTER CAN LIFE BE?
I don't know whether this would be considered "better," but it's at least a fun diversion:
Silent Star Wars.
. . .that just won at life.
o.o...wow...this is a very interesting pairing...not something I would have ever been able to picture >>; I've never even considered this pairing before...Holmes just seems totally A-sexual...and Watson doesn't seem bi or gay to me...but meh...this gives me a new perspective n_n; *giggles* keep on writing my dear! *gives you a cookie* >>
Oh, this review wins. I love e-devirginizing non slash readers.
Happy a week since the most recent comment (besides this one, of course)!
"now he's dead, now he's dead, you whacked him on the head, you homicidal bastard now he's really dead."
-from Spamalot
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Jung gur uryy vf EBG13 naljnl?
Gur nafjre vf vg ohzcf hc rirel yrggre ol 13 yrggref.
Ive made a brilliant realization: bohemian rhapsody is the five stages people go through when they find out they're gonna die. They are, however, out of order in the song.
the five psychological stages people go through when they find out they're gonna die are, in order:
denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance
bohemian rhapsody illustrates the stages like this (it does it out of order):
Stanza 1: denial: "Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-"
Stanza 2: depression: "Mama,life had just begun,
But now Ive gone and thrown it all away-"
Stanza 4: bargaining: "But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
Hes just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-" and, most notably, "Will not let you go let me go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no-"
Stanza 5: Anger: "So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye...
...Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-"
Stanza's 3 and 6: accceptance: (Stanza 3) "Good-bye, everybody, ive got to go, gotta leave you all behind and face the truth." (Stanza 6) "Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me."
The full lyrics to bohemian rhapsody (which is the site i quoted the lyrics from) can be found
Here
Well, when I was dying, I really don't remember bargaining.
My WV is zohhhpvy. That's 3 Hs!
I call that a bargain, the best I ever had.
The best I ever HAAAAAAD
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