1. I know the music from everyone else's high school graduation year much better than the music from my own. I keep getting the most awful songs earwormed from your graduation years, but even the ones I know from mine are no trouble at all. Whereas you all have me mumbling along to the worst hits of my birth year, my sixth grade year, even my freshman year of high school. Sir Mix-A-Lot and Petula Clark will live together in my head for the next week. Thanks, folks. ("I like downtown and I cannot lie....")
2. The random questions meme? Ohhhh, that really, really didn't go well for me. It kept asking questions like, "Will [friend who is feeling really insecure right now] ever make anything of him/herself?" Gosh, that's a trigger-point we all need; thanks, randomizer! (For the record, I think everyone on my friendslist is already something. Some of you are quite something, but never mind that now.)
It was even worse when I did the version where I wrote down the answers and then randomized a new set of questions for those answers, because it would come out something like, "What is the sexiest thing about
3. My icons are all of me. So the pairings of my icons are "me and me." We don't actually get along all that well some days, but we muddle through.
It's too bad, too, because I've been feeling like being randomly entertained by memeage.
Anyway, a couple of people have asked about "The Constant Wife" from Wednesday night.
I will be glad to see the new Guthrie. It looks like they'll do nifty things with it, and it looks like there's some chance we'll be able to take
As for the play itself, it was fairly well-done. The lead actress sparkled as she was supposed to, and the play really stood or fell on her abilities. I can see why Somerset Maugham is not better known for his plays right now: the ending and theme were decidedly unconventional (I approved), but the play was fairly traditionally structured. You aren't going to get avant garde credit for doing Somerset Maugham because his stuff is too old, and you aren't going to get High Art credit because it's sparkly and funny, and you aren't going to get Traditional/Family credit because it's not that old, and also because the average kid will understand the bits that are not in line with the Traditional Family Values our culture has constructed in the last fifty (or even the last twenty) years.
Not everything has to be in line with Traditional Family Values. I'd go to see another Somerset Maugham play. I didn't laugh everywhere the rest of the audience laughed, but I laughed a fair bit. I'm still not sure what to do about the SF story that's now rattling around my head, but as the first option is "let it percolate until I'm more sure," I think we'll go with that.
It's raining and thundering like mad here this morning. Pitchforks and hammerhandles, as they say. I hope it eases off in the next half hour or so, because
I'm about 1/4 through this draft of Sampo, and I'm beginning to suspect it will be okay eventually. Not this week, but eventually. And I've got Dark Sun: the Making of the Hydrogen Bomb down to read for revision inspiration, and until then I'm reading River of Gods (no opinion yet -- just started). Also I keep picking at bits of The Collected Jorkens: Volume One when I'm upstairs. And so we keep going.