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Dec 28, 2010 01:38

Okay, I cannot believe how much I lucked out in exchanges this year. First I got amazing MCR fanart, and then I got literally kickass Kick-Ass fic (READ IT!), and now, for bandomstuffsit, I have gotten -- wait for it -- a Brendon/Spencer/Ryan crossover with NCIS. Yeah, that's right. Where Ryan gets kidnapped and NCIS are called in and there are eventual snuggles and hugs and post-split reconciliation. Ten thousand words of it. Wrong Place, Wrong Time; thank you, anon ♥. (And it has Zeeeeeva :D)

I've only read about fifteen Yuletide fics this year so far, and some of them are so amazingly good. The FNL ones (Jess!)! The Good Wife ones! The Disney ones! And soon I will be checking The Wire! I wish I had more time to read, but this work thing gah how do people do it! I get home at 9 and have to wake up before 8, which gives me only between 3 and 4 hours a day for, like, life.

On Sunday I used those 3 hours to see a play -- Georg Büchner's Woyczeck, which was Itai Tiran's directing debut and overall kind of terrifying. The direction itself was great and super creative -- it was the musical version, with songs from Tom Waits' Blood Money album, and all the music was produced onstage by the actors, a combination of real instruments (piano, clarinet) and makeshift ones (various drums, bells, chimes, saw, melodica ) that created a really chilling effect. We sat front row center, literally on the stage (it wasn't raised), which also helped the madhouse look even scarier. The acting was great, especially Ruthi Assrasi, who is only the second Israeli Ethiopian actress I have ever encountered in mainstream theaters. But the play was also very confusing and all over the place and the message was (is) really hard to parse; I keep reminding myself that just because something is famous and difficult to understand doesn't mean it's good.

Wow, I am actually falling asleep sitting up. This brings back memories.


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