Do I wake or sleep?

This week has been literally exhausting. I've had rehearsal every day or night since Saturday, staging the musical numbers, and the weeknight commute in and out of Hoboken is terrible. It's not just the time, it's also carrying the scooter on the train so it doesn't whack people in the shins, and standing on the bus as it jerks around. Also we're rehearsing at the Howe Center which is at the top of a STEEP hill. So, so tired--when I get home all I want to do is collapse. My general routine when I get home is to put on a movie and go over the blocking, cleaning it up in my script. This can take a while as I am a little OCD about notating my blocking neatly. Very glad tonight I get a break--most of the numbers are staged by now, we just have a few left and then the book scenes. Much (though not all) of the heavy lifting is done. Exhausted as I am, I am really enjoying working with this cast--they all seem very positive and friendly. Yay, happy casts! Part of that is Susan, I think--she is one of the friendlist people I've ever known, as she sets a good tone. But also we have Dave and not our horrible incompetent music director we had last time.

We staged Poor Wand'ring One and How Beautifully Blue the Sky last night--one thing I love about Jen as Mabel is how dead-on her comic instincts are. We have so much more rehearsal time this go-around than last time, that I have more leisure in which to add more comic bits. So I ended PWO with Frederic passing out (he's so overcome with joy at Mabel's voice)--she helps him up, and then I had the two of them go upstage and make out really obnoxiously. It is HILARIOUS. They look like the cover of The Postman Always Rings Twice.



I would have loved some tongue action--not actual tongue action but tongues hanging out, a la Jeff Mancuso in Cellular Biology. But they're a little too far upstage for it to read, I think.

Of course this weekend will be just as busy--I have rehearsal tomorrow and Sunday, and then a production meeting Sunday afternoon. And tomorrow morning I am doing an adult soccer clinic to improve my ball-handling skills and then I go from there to rehearsal. SO excited about the soccer clinic! I really want to dribble better.

Tonight going to see The Empress of Sex. Looking forward to not thinking about Pirates for a change!

And to look ahead to spring...

Pat Robertson Voodoo Doll

100% of the proceeds are donated to the Red Cross. Rush Limbaugh doll to follow.

(The best part is the Q&A at the bottom.)

...vomiting (the scene is Super-Size Me when he yaks on the second day right out the van window, all the while cataloguing his symptoms ("I got the McGurgles in my stomach now...") KILLS me). In real life vomiting really grosses me out, I sympathy-gag. But at a distance, there's something hilarious about it.

...stampeding (there's something hilarious about a situation so awful that everyone comes together as one entity, focused on ESCAPE--I'm thinking about the scene in the novel The Great Santini when Karen accidentally lobs the medicine ball onto her dad's foot and instantly all four Meecham kids, who normally fight a lot, are out the door).

...really egregious breaches of behavior.

This has all three. I cannot stop giggling.

[Although I have to object to the title of the original site that Gothamist cites. I'm really tired of douche being used as an insult. It's implicitly misogynistic. It's like when you want to insult a man by calling him a vagina--the insult is in the comparison to the female side, like hysteria (from the Greek root word for womb, hustera). Douches are disgusting because ohhh, they touched someone's girly bits, gross! They're like tampons! Anything that touches girly bits will make your wee wee shrivel up and fall off. Just call these things obnoxious, or assholery. Everyone's got an asshole.]

And this site is also hilarious: Nic Cage as Everyone. I especially like Nic Cage as Pennywise:

This is *killing* me. This is my new go-to to cheer me up.

Christmas Carols for the Disturbed

Schizophrenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear?
Multiple Personality Disorder --- We Three Kings Disoriented Are
Dementia --- I Think I'll be Home for Christmas
Narcissistic --- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me
Manic --- Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and.....
Paranoid --- Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me
Borderline Personality Disorder --- Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire
Personality Disorder --- You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll Tell You Why
Attention Deficit Disorder --- Silent night, Holy oooh look at the Froggy, can I have a chocolate, why is France so far away?
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder --- Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells

I'm on All That Chat right now and perusing a thread about the textual changes to The Fantasticks after people started getting uncomfortable with "It Depends on What You Pay." As you all know, the original song was an extended pun on the word rape--the lyrics officially use it to mean abduction but of course the humor comes from the double meaning.

The rape Venetian
Needs a blue lagoon.
The rape with moonlight
Or without a moon.
Moonlight is expensive but it's in demand.
The military rape:
It's done with drummer and a band.

After, say, 1970, people started grumbling about this (I must say, although I am quick to point out sexism in musicals, I never had a problem with this song--I personally find the song hilarious but I can understand why many wouldn't) and Tom Jones wrote new lyrics for the song that licensors can request if they like.

A poster wrote:

I once heard a - maybe apocryphal? - story that a high school staging *The Fantasticks* about ten years ago was worried about the word "rape," so they changed it to "snatch." Is that possible? Was my friend who told me this making it up? She was a very sweet earnest girl who never lied. . .

Someone responded:

God, that's even worse!!

"So you see the sort of SNATCH depends on what you pay"

I've literally been sitting here giggling for the past 10 minutes at this.

Hee!

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