All-nightering (and yes. I made up a verb)
I still can't sleep. Despite being too old for this shit, I am pulling an all-nighter.
And did anyone watch How I Met Your Mother? Still hilarious, even as a stand-alone episode. Highlights?
--Barney re-enacting every scene from any renegade cop show/movie ever
--Marshall and Lily's disagreement on how to coach a basketball team (where I think both were pretty much overboard)
--Old Man Ted (who's like regular Ted with reading glasses)
--The increasingly crazy ways to hide te pregnancies of both actresses (but especially Allison Hannigan's, whose is much further along)
--The appearance of a Teen Wolf
--Barney and Robin's corny two-person message (and I am loving that pairing more and more)
Just a fun episode. I like when shows I watch are awesome and don't hit me (Smallville, take notes).
As for other things you do when you're up too late, I cleaned my kitchen. See, I kind of hosted a birthday dinner for my uncle last night (and cooked the whole damned thing), so I'm still cleaning in waves as I have this thing against dishwashers.
In case you want to know (which you may not, but oh well), I made Coquilles Saint Jacques (scallops in a white wine cream sauce), roasted broccoli and roasted aparagus. Around in the middle of broilinfg or roasting things, I felt there wasn't enough food, so I improvised. I took the leftover mushrooms, onions, and cream and threw it together with some bits of ham I had in my fridge, garlic, flour and spaghetti and made a hasty spaghetti carbonara. Big hit all-around, There were no leftovers. Big feat considering half the dinner party consisted of my young cousins (one of whom claimed to hate broccoli). I kind of rock in the kitchen.
And for even more things to do with your all-nighter, I youtube binged. Links for fun:
Best FOTC thing ever. Between the song and the serious conversation about the issues, my favorite.
Here's the thing about "Send In the Clowns." I don't think people get this song. I think people think it's some tune played in music boxes with spinning clown figurines without understanding what the song really means. I think, after watching Judi Dench perform it, no one can ever mistake what this song means:
God! Gorgeous! I won't pretend that Judi can carry the best tune. But I've never seen this song acted out in all its raw beauty by anyone else. It makes me cry. And speaking of making me cry:
Someone put together all the romantic bits of song from Sunday in the Park with George. And I love them for it. Try to keep a dry eye during "We Do Not Belong Together" or "Move on." I dare you. You won't even know why, but you'll find tears in your eyes. Something about the lyrics and music of Stephen Sondheim will pull the tears out of you.
Is it just me or is Bernadette Peters the greatest thing ever? Nothing against Mandy Patinkin, but your eyes and ears can't help but stray to Bernadette. Again, not what you'd call a technically great singer, but a great interpreter of song.
And there's nearly no one else I want to hear sing Sondheim. Well... nearly no one else:
Donna Murphy has a certain gravity and savoring of Sondheim's lyrics that nearly matches Ms. Peters.
But it's not balanced by Bernadette's lovely humor and general cuteness, so though Murphy is a close second, Bernadette wins. And not just because of this:
Okay. Maybe a little because of that. How cute is she? "I'll kiss you later." I want to SWF her.
And just because there can never be enough Sondheim:
For some reason, this song echoes in my mind whenever things get tough. Beautiful. Best composer/lyricist of the century. There are so few that also write their own lyrics. Yet Sondheim manages to do both with complex melodies (that make use of dissonance rather than discarding it as unpretty) and with lyrics that sounds like simple speech, but are still deeply meaningful (and still rhyme on top pf it). Is it any wonder I love the man?
And did anyone watch How I Met Your Mother? Still hilarious, even as a stand-alone episode. Highlights?
--Barney re-enacting every scene from any renegade cop show/movie ever
--Marshall and Lily's disagreement on how to coach a basketball team (where I think both were pretty much overboard)
--Old Man Ted (who's like regular Ted with reading glasses)
--The increasingly crazy ways to hide te pregnancies of both actresses (but especially Allison Hannigan's, whose is much further along)
--The appearance of a Teen Wolf
--Barney and Robin's corny two-person message (and I am loving that pairing more and more)
Just a fun episode. I like when shows I watch are awesome and don't hit me (Smallville, take notes).
As for other things you do when you're up too late, I cleaned my kitchen. See, I kind of hosted a birthday dinner for my uncle last night (and cooked the whole damned thing), so I'm still cleaning in waves as I have this thing against dishwashers.
In case you want to know (which you may not, but oh well), I made Coquilles Saint Jacques (scallops in a white wine cream sauce), roasted broccoli and roasted aparagus. Around in the middle of broilinfg or roasting things, I felt there wasn't enough food, so I improvised. I took the leftover mushrooms, onions, and cream and threw it together with some bits of ham I had in my fridge, garlic, flour and spaghetti and made a hasty spaghetti carbonara. Big hit all-around, There were no leftovers. Big feat considering half the dinner party consisted of my young cousins (one of whom claimed to hate broccoli). I kind of rock in the kitchen.
And for even more things to do with your all-nighter, I youtube binged. Links for fun:
Best FOTC thing ever. Between the song and the serious conversation about the issues, my favorite.
Click to viewHere's the thing about "Send In the Clowns." I don't think people get this song. I think people think it's some tune played in music boxes with spinning clown figurines without understanding what the song really means. I think, after watching Judi Dench perform it, no one can ever mistake what this song means:
God! Gorgeous! I won't pretend that Judi can carry the best tune. But I've never seen this song acted out in all its raw beauty by anyone else. It makes me cry. And speaking of making me cry:
Someone put together all the romantic bits of song from Sunday in the Park with George. And I love them for it. Try to keep a dry eye during "We Do Not Belong Together" or "Move on." I dare you. You won't even know why, but you'll find tears in your eyes. Something about the lyrics and music of Stephen Sondheim will pull the tears out of you.
Is it just me or is Bernadette Peters the greatest thing ever? Nothing against Mandy Patinkin, but your eyes and ears can't help but stray to Bernadette. Again, not what you'd call a technically great singer, but a great interpreter of song.
And there's nearly no one else I want to hear sing Sondheim. Well... nearly no one else:
Donna Murphy has a certain gravity and savoring of Sondheim's lyrics that nearly matches Ms. Peters.
But it's not balanced by Bernadette's lovely humor and general cuteness, so though Murphy is a close second, Bernadette wins. And not just because of this:
Okay. Maybe a little because of that. How cute is she? "I'll kiss you later." I want to SWF her.
And just because there can never be enough Sondheim:
For some reason, this song echoes in my mind whenever things get tough. Beautiful. Best composer/lyricist of the century. There are so few that also write their own lyrics. Yet Sondheim manages to do both with complex melodies (that make use of dissonance rather than discarding it as unpretty) and with lyrics that sounds like simple speech, but are still deeply meaningful (and still rhyme on top pf it). Is it any wonder I love the man?