Polyamory: The Musical!
Went to see J.C. Superstar with Ezra last night. I'm glad I did, even though our tickets were in the nosebleed section and the cute, scrawny lead singer of one of those 80's hair bands wasn't in the lead role, despite the advertising that he was.
The guy who played Judas in this production was the same one who played him in the movie! Wasn't that movie made in the 70's? Can you imagine, being fit enough (vocally and physically) to reprise a lead role you did thirty years ago? I am awed.
This production definitely had a more modern look to it than the movie. The Roman Guards were in leather trench coats and leather pants (like Neo in The Matrix) and had shiny silver chestplates and cool, shiny black helmets.
At intermission, I explained to Ezra about Aspects of Love, one of my favourite musicals. And about how it would be a light, happy story if that ditz Rose would just get the concept of polyamory into her vapid little brain! She even sings:
I'm in love with them both,
But what can I do?
I only have one life, not two . . .
So then I started talking about the Polyamory musical that I'm destined to create. It'll start with your standard love triangle set-up, but then the womyn hears about Polyamory, and the guys look at each other, shrug, and say, "Why not?"
Ezra replied, "But there'll be no climax!"
"Oh no! There'll be plenty of those in the second act!"
It is fun to be friends with a young, relatively innocent sort again. Ezra's no virgin, but I have the ability to shock her. I love it. I want to prolongue her innocence as long as possible, savour her appalled looks and blushes.
I'm feeling much better today. Food is tasty again, and I'm very relieved it is. Picking at my food . . . for many days in a row . . . is so not me. Now I can't wait to drink alcohol, since I've wanted to get wasted for about two weeks now.
After that, I really ought to find a job. As I suspected, Julius is no more motivated to find over-the-table work now than he was to find under-the-table work for the whole time he's been here. It's OK: I'd love to slob around longer, but I'm (theoretically) capable of earning double what he could, at this point. So I should fax out my graphic designer resume and assemble my office resume and toss it out there today. And I should call that place that wanted horse grooms for the summer. I'd love to work with horses again, I don't mind shoveling their shit, and it would be really good to get this lardball body into a short-term, intensely physical job.
But first- couch potato jobfinding! Let's see what's on Monster. (I've gotten two good jobs from Monster, don't disparage it.)
The guy who played Judas in this production was the same one who played him in the movie! Wasn't that movie made in the 70's? Can you imagine, being fit enough (vocally and physically) to reprise a lead role you did thirty years ago? I am awed.
This production definitely had a more modern look to it than the movie. The Roman Guards were in leather trench coats and leather pants (like Neo in The Matrix) and had shiny silver chestplates and cool, shiny black helmets.
At intermission, I explained to Ezra about Aspects of Love, one of my favourite musicals. And about how it would be a light, happy story if that ditz Rose would just get the concept of polyamory into her vapid little brain! She even sings:
I'm in love with them both,
But what can I do?
I only have one life, not two . . .
So then I started talking about the Polyamory musical that I'm destined to create. It'll start with your standard love triangle set-up, but then the womyn hears about Polyamory, and the guys look at each other, shrug, and say, "Why not?"
Ezra replied, "But there'll be no climax!"
"Oh no! There'll be plenty of those in the second act!"
It is fun to be friends with a young, relatively innocent sort again. Ezra's no virgin, but I have the ability to shock her. I love it. I want to prolongue her innocence as long as possible, savour her appalled looks and blushes.
I'm feeling much better today. Food is tasty again, and I'm very relieved it is. Picking at my food . . . for many days in a row . . . is so not me. Now I can't wait to drink alcohol, since I've wanted to get wasted for about two weeks now.
After that, I really ought to find a job. As I suspected, Julius is no more motivated to find over-the-table work now than he was to find under-the-table work for the whole time he's been here. It's OK: I'd love to slob around longer, but I'm (theoretically) capable of earning double what he could, at this point. So I should fax out my graphic designer resume and assemble my office resume and toss it out there today. And I should call that place that wanted horse grooms for the summer. I'd love to work with horses again, I don't mind shoveling their shit, and it would be really good to get this lardball body into a short-term, intensely physical job.
But first- couch potato jobfinding! Let's see what's on Monster. (I've gotten two good jobs from Monster, don't disparage it.)