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I'm Not Dead Yet

January 27, 2005 ... 10:09 p.m.

[discussing Captain Gel]

Mom: “He needs to defend the 3!”
Bootsie: “Why ever would he do that?”
Mom: “They’re killing us from the arc! It’s only logical!”
Bootsie: “Logic has no power where Captain Gel is concerned!”

I have really been neglecting my journal as of late. My only excuse is that I have been feeling very tired lately and, when I get online, I have grand plans to write but then ... meh.

I have an ear infection. Please try to contain your shock. Actually, this has been a good winter for me as far as ear infections go -- I’ve only had four. Go me!

I’m going to be going through my past entries and deleting several. I would add “of the more pointless ones”, but with that caveat I’d have to start all over. And, in the world of online journaling, we all know you’re nothing without tenure. I’ve been here for over 3 years.

Cripes. Three years and I still have no life.

It is a balmy 17° here. It’s cold and icy and cold and snow is everywhere. Have I mentioned it’s cold? Because it is. Cold. I’m bringing the hate.

I don’t hate winter or snow, in and of themselves, but I hate cold. Hatehatehatehate cold.

I hate cold like I hate Captain Gel (I’m not even going to start with our 2-4 record and losing to North-freaking-western. Let it be known, however, that his comments directed towards the Junior hottie have not gone unnoticed. Blood. Boiling. HATE. Captain Gel is as insulting towards Junior as he was Oscar. He was so horrible to Oscar.)

My bed is so loaded with blankets, it looks like it is five feet tall. I briefly debated bringing in a space heater -- I’m cold, I tell you -- but I was afraid I’d flip one of my many blankets into it, start a fire and somehow become entangled within my mounds of covers and be burned to a crisp.

Which would, I suppose, technically, solve my dilemma.

One thing that really bugs me is my sister’s cell phone. It’s tiny, it’s cute, the ringtone is weird -- but it doesn’t bug me. She NEVER turns it on . Try to get a hold of her at any point during the day for any reason and ...nope. She has a vibrating ring-thingy, she has caller i.d., she has text messaging ... never has it on. Buds the crap out of me.

See, I don’t have one (like anybody calls me, anyway), but mine would be on 24/7. Probably out of desperation, but it might pick up stray radio transmissions and then I can pretend I have friends.

[vague] I thought something might work its way into being something other than what it is, but then I had a really crystallized thought that it absolutely would not, but two days later that really crystallized thought reversed itself and became a very clear vote for the affirmative, even though I had already begun to move on from that something and was starting to plan something else and now I’m confused and don’t know what to do and thank you very much, stupid thought process. [/vague]

Okay, everybody knows I'm rather enamored of the Phantom of the Opera musical, yes? And we all know that, having never seen the stage production (someday ...), I eagerly anticipated the opening of the movie on December 22, 2005 only to be crushed when it did not open nationwide, but in "select cities" of which there were none in Iowa, yes? And we remember my indignation at having to wait until it opened here on January 21 when it will have already been in theatres in Australia for a month, yes?

My sister, who had no desire to see this movie, took Jan 21 off so that she could take me to the first showing.

I don't drive. Long story involving my laziness, the unreliability of the U.S. Postal Service and the extreme hostility and thinly-veiled fascism of the local DMV.

Anyway, we were all set to make a day of it -- some light shopping, nice lunch and the movie. Still a bit ticked off about the whole having to wait thing, but as long as I was in that first showing, I was fine.

BUT WAIT!

Kim: "Ah, Cruel Fate, we meet again. Would you like to twist the knife you have already driven into my heart?"
Cruel Fate: "Why, yes! Yes, I would!"

Due to increasingly strong demand, our local theatres procured "Phantom" one week early--the 14th. Of course, the next day off my sister had was January 21 -- when it was supposed to finally open here. I had to wait ANOTHER week!

The humanity!

But then my sister called from work and said she had traded with someone and had the day off, so she could take me.

Aww, I love my sister.

I just got back from seeing the Phantom. For the fifth time.

Let me first say this: Even with his “horrible, distorted” face (which really just looked like he had a bad sunburn and a black eye and, oddly enough, it made that side of his face look like Brendan Fraser. So whatever, Lloyd Webber.) the Phantom? WAY hotter than Raoul.

I was crying in the theatre (surprise) towards the end. I won’t tell you what part, but it involves the Phantom crying.

Also, from listening to the movie soundtrack, I had serious doubts about Raoul’s interest in Christine or women in general. After seeing the movie, I no longer have doubts.

The man’s a fop.

And, seriously, if my obsessive stalker looked anything like Gerard ...

There is a part where Christine takes his mask off and he has a mini-freak and I was trying to see his face, but got distracted by his really nice butt. And his legs. And his chest.

Um. yeah. He’s a hottie.

One thing that has always bothered me, though, about the music -- Phantom sings to Christine “Why, you ask, was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place? Not for any mortal sin, but the wickedness of my abhorrent face” and “Hounded out by everyone, met with hatred everywhere, no kind words from anyone, no compassion anywhere” then “This face which earned a mother’s fear and loathing (like that alone isn’t enough to screw with your head), a mask--my first unfeeling scrap of clothing”

Okay. Did you follow that?

Because, not five minutes later, Christine sings to him “Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known ...”

You stupid little wench! Have you been listening at all? HE JUST FREAKING TOLD YOU!!!

Phantom/Erik, you could do a lot better. She’s clearly damaged. Too many high notes have obviously kept oxygen from her brain. Let the fop have her.

Also, if I had just interrupted the Phantom in his lair and he started walking purposefully and steadily towards me, suddenly charming and faux welcoming ... I don’t think I’d be thinking he was coming to shake my hand.

Maybe that’s just me.

Currently Reading: We’re Just Like You ... Only Prettier by Celia Rivenbark

Listening To: Horse Of A Different Color by Big & Rich
... havin’ ourselves a Big & Rich time ...

Have a happy day!

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