In Which Feral Plants and Other Musical Theater Tropes Enter My Life
So, today was Payback Day. Payback for all those weekends when I looked out at the growing jungle fo the backyard and said "Eh, it's not that bad. It can wait another week." So this week, when I finally resolve to finally Do Something About It, what happens? The weed-eater ups and dies on me. Something is flooding the engine and I'm not enough of a mechanic to take it apart and figure it out. Fortunately, the problem didn't manifest itself until I'd managed to do a reasonable job on the main part of the back yard, but the grass and weeds out behind the garage are still big enough to engulf a small child. Next week I'll have to find some time to take the weed-eater in for service so I can finish the job. Fortunately, the vegetable plots are not in any danger. Yet.
In the course of clearing the grass and weeds (and husks of old lemons that had fallen from the tree and rotted and dessicated in the tall grass around the trunk) I found to my surprise a tomato plant. A feral tomato plant, which apparently had sprung from seeds spread by some fallen fruit last summer. I dug it out and transplanted it to a pot, where I hope it will thrive.
Well, you may ask, that's all very nice, but what's it got to do with musical theater?
Let me explain, dear reader. On Friday evening, I joined my GSA advisor friends from school (including dorklepork ) to attend a performance of "Little Shop of Horrors" put on by the Children's Theater Group of Southern California at the Eclectic Company Theater up on North Hollywood, featuring several of the students in my school's GSA chapter, with cheese_taco in a brauvura turn as Mrs. Mushnik. I'd only ever seen the theatrical version starring Rick Moranis and Steve Martin, so I wasn't expecting the comic-horror ending - a far superior end than the tepid Hollywood triumph of love in the cinematic version. The songs were marvelous ("Down on Skid Row" was especially well done, but "You'll be a Dentist" and the doo-wop title song were also particularly noteworthy) and the acting superb. So I'm a little wary of strange plants found sprouting in my back yard, you see.
But the "tomato plant" hasn't asked me to feed it yet. And I'm not going to name it, either.
This has been quite a month for musical theater for me. Last weekend I attended the school's spring musical, a production of the Mystery of Edwin Drood, along with bewcastle and Mr. Blanche, karteblanche 's spouse. Another wonderful production, with great interaction between the cast and audience. I think I may have gotten myself the theater bug... I feel a new mid-year resolution coming on - see more live theater!
So what's the Drood trope entering my life? Hmmm.... I've got lots of unfinished books on my bookshelf? That'll have to do, as I don't see any capital crimes figuring prominently in my near future. But you never do, do you?
In the course of clearing the grass and weeds (and husks of old lemons that had fallen from the tree and rotted and dessicated in the tall grass around the trunk) I found to my surprise a tomato plant. A feral tomato plant, which apparently had sprung from seeds spread by some fallen fruit last summer. I dug it out and transplanted it to a pot, where I hope it will thrive.
Well, you may ask, that's all very nice, but what's it got to do with musical theater?
Let me explain, dear reader. On Friday evening, I joined my GSA advisor friends from school (including dorklepork ) to attend a performance of "Little Shop of Horrors" put on by the Children's Theater Group of Southern California at the Eclectic Company Theater up on North Hollywood, featuring several of the students in my school's GSA chapter, with cheese_taco in a brauvura turn as Mrs. Mushnik. I'd only ever seen the theatrical version starring Rick Moranis and Steve Martin, so I wasn't expecting the comic-horror ending - a far superior end than the tepid Hollywood triumph of love in the cinematic version. The songs were marvelous ("Down on Skid Row" was especially well done, but "You'll be a Dentist" and the doo-wop title song were also particularly noteworthy) and the acting superb. So I'm a little wary of strange plants found sprouting in my back yard, you see.
But the "tomato plant" hasn't asked me to feed it yet. And I'm not going to name it, either.
This has been quite a month for musical theater for me. Last weekend I attended the school's spring musical, a production of the Mystery of Edwin Drood, along with bewcastle and Mr. Blanche, karteblanche 's spouse. Another wonderful production, with great interaction between the cast and audience. I think I may have gotten myself the theater bug... I feel a new mid-year resolution coming on - see more live theater!
So what's the Drood trope entering my life? Hmmm.... I've got lots of unfinished books on my bookshelf? That'll have to do, as I don't see any capital crimes figuring prominently in my near future. But you never do, do you?