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londovir- by iamsab

Ramblings

I never realized Carolyn and Vir had things in common until earlier today. ;)

But on to non-T_M subjects...

I've had far more exposure to the universe of the celebrity in the past few months than I've ever hand in my entire life due to two separate circumstances:

1. I have a new car with a functioning radio, which is usually tuned to the Jack Diamond Morning Show (Mix 107.3 in Washington DC) on the way to work.
2. Celebrity gab mags constitute the entirety of the reading material in the break room at Kohl's.

And I've decided I'm almost glad I never pursued the whim I had a few years ago to be a professional actress. It just seems so incredibly hard to remain grounded and centered when you're living that kind of lifestyle. Plus which, I'm slightly chubby. Ew, I would hate to have US Magazine taking extreme close up shots of my cellulite as I'm getting out of the pool.

So no, an amateur I remain. I am currently seeking opportunities to appear on the local community theater stage because it has been some years. And I must say, I'm rather fond of the stranger roles... no matter how small they may be. *g* When Worcester Polytech put on Wilder's The Skin of Our Teeth, I rather desperately wanted to be the Dinosaur. *g*

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I went to see The Producers at the Kennedy Center last night for my birthday. Funny, funny show. I immediately snatched up the soundtrack, which shall be played repeatedly in my car for some weeks. *g*

And speaking of funny song and dance, at my birthday dinner beforehand at the Watergate, my RL friend Jason sang me the "Barbarian Birthday Song," which had me rolling in the aisles. Just so you get an idea of exactly how twisted I am, here are the few verses he taught me:

Chorus: Happy Birthday! *thud* Happy Birthday! *thud*

So you've aged another year
Now you know that Death is near

Chorus

Death, destruction, and despair
People dying everywhere

But-

Chorus

Now that you're the age you are
Your demise cannot be far

Chorus

Burn the castle and storm the keep
Kill the women, but save the sheep

Chorus

May the candles on your cake
Burn like cities in your wake.


And there are several more verses floating around in that vein. *g* There are icon possibilities in this song, I'm sure. *g*

ETA: The icon is inspired by a story my father recently told me from his Navy days, i.e., "The Day Your Dad Got Shot At." *g* In truth, it was probably an accidental launch- after they evaded and watched it carefully for about twenty minutes, the torpedo ran out of gas. *g* But Dad was the one who spotted it, and the way he describes his superiors' reaction is very funny.

Edited to further add more evidence of my general twisted-ness:

It's true that every time you hear a bell, an angel gets its wings. But what they don't tell you is that every time you hear a mouse trap snap, an angel gets set on fire.

Whether they find a life there or not, I think Jupiter should be called an enemy planet.


Jack Handy, man. *g* He makes me howl.

Comments

Heh heh heh!

I know some of the people who wrote the Barbarian Birthday Song. You want the lyrics?