Today's educational topic is music.

To summarize: Music is good.

Now, I like music. I played instruments in elementary and high school. I sang with choirs. I enjoyed musicals. I even just got myself one of them iPod doohickies and used it to get music off of some tubes somewhere.

And now, the fine print... )
So the other day my good buddy [livejournal.com profile] angledge gives me a great Christmas gift: a ticket to join her in Lincoln Center for a Handel's Messiah sing-along.

Boring post about classical music follows. Click here to laugh at my mediocre singing skillz, yo. )
So, [livejournal.com profile] jmspencer mentioned in his LJ that they were doing casting calls for Spider-Man: The Musical, here in New York City.

Here's where I start thinking, which as you all know is where it starts going downhill. )
Hey! Hey you! Want to learn something new about me? Click here for the goods!

Really! Click here! )
Ok, I admit, I'm not a huge updater. I write here once in a while, just for shits and giggles. But some folks say they want to know more about what I'm doing, and that I should update and stuff, so here's my review of my life in the year 2006. That's right, all 24 days of it. Fear the summary. FEAR!

On the First Day of January someone gave to me... A craptastic marshmallow peep! )

Later that year, some other crazy stuff happened. )

And then, some martial arts nonsense. )
I might be extra punchy from stress and lack of rest, but standing here in the office doing my work and suddenly hearing an Indian gentleman break out into Lionel Richie's "All Night Long" is unnaturally hilarious. Maybe it's just me.
Take any song title that has the word “love” in it. Replace “love” with “lunch”. Now, rewrite the song lyrics appropriately.

If you post this meme in your own LJ, or if you think of any good ones, please post them in a comment here, where this meme began, and include a link in your LJ post to the original post so all the songs will accumulate in one place.

Here's my offering... )
So I'm dreaming last night.

This Way To Fucked Up Dream Storytime )
Yesterday it snowed. Today is St. Patrick's day. These two events so closely linked can only mean one thing: legions of cold drunken Irish persons.

Winter Ain't Over Yet... Unless You Live In The Southern Hemisphere. )

Erin Go Blargh! And Other Leprechaun Pickup Lines... )

And on a completely unrelated side note, the 'hit shuffle and see what's on your music player' quiz. )
Just when you thought the world had not yet totally milked J.R.R.Tolkien for all his dessicated corpse is worth, someone came up with this fascinating concept. Now don't get me wrong- I love the Lord Of The Rings. I am a complete geek. I've read the books and seen the movies many many times. But giving it a full-on musical overhaul... well, that's questionable. Some musicals are good- I've enjoyed a good show on Broadway, and Gilbert and Sullivan and Rogers and Hammerstein have produced some memorable numbers here and there. I'd just have a hard time picturing LOTR in musical format.

On the other hand, Mama Mia proved that the works of Abba could, in fact, be transformed into a successful musical, and Cats showed the same thing with the poetry of T.S.Eliot. So, maybe LOTR The Musical isn't such a bad thing... unless left to my deranged songwriting imagination. Like this:

If you want to see me maul song lyrics, click here. )
Weekend come, weekend gone. And some stuff happened too.

Friday- Saw Matrix: Revolutions again, this time in IMAX format. Why? Because I'm a sucker for shiny fancy technology, and because I wanted to see Monica Bellucci's boobies on as large a screen as humanly possible. Or something like that. Umm... anyway. I liked the movie better the second time around, surprisingly. All my prior reservations and problems with the movie are still there, but I think taken as a whole it's not a total crapfest. I'll still grant that it's nowhere near as good as the first one. They jumped the shark, no question. But it was acceptable. And worth getting drunk to afterwards. Didn't make it back in time for [profile] jeffster's party, though. My bad.

Quote of the Day: "KNEEL BEFORE ZOD!" - [profile] fizrep/[personal profile] chaosvizier

Saturday- Sleep is good. Not much to add to that. Picked up the Hollands on their flight from Holland, spent the evening hanging out with them and [profile] fizrep and my wonderful housemates and, later, [profile] halcyon7. They made me feel less foolish by also knocking down the Hello Kitty shower curtain. Heh. Saw Zoolander which was much funnier than I would have given it credit for. Adam Sandler is really not one of my favorite actors- he's just not funny, in general. Owen Wilson did help to make this movie much funnier than it could have been. Played lots of Cranium, which was buckets of fun.

[Edit: I mean Ben Stiller. Not Adam Sandler. They both suck, though, so fuck em.]

Quote of the Day: "No, that would be fucking a clone. Like Anna did." - [profile] ghostwriterxx

Quote of the Day:
"I don't want to drink alone. That would make me an alcoholic." - [profile] ghostwriterxx
"What do you think THEY are?" - [profile] deinemuse, pointing at [profile] fizrep and [personal profile] chaosvizier

Today I limp because I did something that messed up my knee. Badly. Ow. I felt it crunch inside and thought, That can't be good for me. And hey, I was right.

[Edit: I also told my parents Sunday that I moved. Several weeks ago. Heh, my bad.]

As a completely irrelevant side note that will satisfy my insatiable curiosity, does anyone reading this actively enjoy classical orchestral/choral music, or am I the only old-fashioned dork here? Brutal honesty is acceptable.
stone
you're heart is made out of stone. wow you're cold,
or maybe just a cynic. but dont shut people
out, a life of lonelyness isnt a road you want
to go down. but one day your walls will crack
down and some one will sweep you off your feet
for your blunt, honest personality


what is your heart made of?
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Now this is interesting, and it reminds me of a story. I know, you all run screaming in terror when you see me type those dreaded words. Too bad. It's storytime now!

Long long ago, when dinosaurs ruled the earth and a wee [personal profile] chaosvizier was still attending something called High School, our French class took a group trip to see "Les Miserables" in New York. Wheeee, fun musical, rah bah bah. I'd say go see it, but it's finished its NYC run, so you'll have to look elsewhere. The point is, at the end [ooh, here comes a spoiler, just in case someone out there actually HASN'T seen it or doesn't know how it ends] when Valjean is old and dying and they're singing him away and the dead return to claim him, everyone in the trip is all teary eyed and weepy and shit except for two people: my friend Tom, who had passed out fifteen minutes beforehand, and me, because it's not like I didn't see this ending coming or anything. So my French teacher informs me, "Hans, you have the heart of a stone," as I'm sitting there smiling at the happy ending unfurling on stage. That became my official French nickname, Coeur de pierre, Heart of Stone.

This whole story was pretty much repeated verbatim when the French class went out to see a production of Le Petit Prince ("The Little Prince", by Antoine de St. Exupery), and again, at the end [more spoilers; go read the book! It's short; it'll take you all of fifteen minutes...] where he dies in the author's arms, and everyone except me is all sad and stuff, my French teacher again takes a moment to glare at me. "I know, I know. Heart of stone, that's me." And the curtains closed on my illustrious French career.

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