Only thing to do is jump over the moon!

I got to MOO today!

And I paid less than everyone else, too! Apparently the web site had the price as $8, but if you bought at the theater box office, you paid $20. You take THAT, Clark Howard!

For those of you who are completely lost, RENT Filmed Live on Broadway has a short stint in movie theaters across the country. I went and saw it this afternoon and was FLABBERGASTED!

First, I have to agree with other reviews and say this was MUCH better than the movie. In fact, I'm watching the movie now and the first thing out of my mind was "DAMN this sucks compared to the Broadway show!"

This captured the true essence of the show. Ok, DUH, it was recorded live there, so it should. But the camera action. Yes, I got dizzy at times, but it was TOTALLY worth getting the opportunity to see the show as it was meant to be seen in the Nederlander Theatre.

The thing I loved the most is the set was VERY simple. It was abstract enough that you truly believed you were in Mark and Roger's apartment -- or the Life Cafe -- or anywhere else the cast took you. Truly showing that simple is better!

The water works hit a lot more in this production than the movie also. I knew I shoulda brought a box of Kleenex, but I didn't. And they do acting and music in such a way to keep you from detaching yourself from the situation. Chris Columbus's problem with the movie is he kept the second half so sombre due to the death and sadness going on that you started in a downhill emotional swing and lost it. He cut out a couple songs because the audience was detaching (from feeling alive?).

The theater show, on the other hand, has Collins all somber during the start of the reprise of "I'll Cover You", but brings life out of the situation towards the end to liven everyone up. This brings us out of the emotional landslide enough to not detach by the end of the show.

And "Your Eyes" -- THAT'S the way to do that scene. It was beyond believable. It brought tears to your eyes in ways you never thought could happen. And the rest of the cast with tears running down their faces... Absolutely amazing!

I can't say enough for it.

Sis got to see it also. She LOVED it.

I'm SERIOUSLY hoping they do release this on DVD. I've read rumors, but apparently nothing's been put in writing yet. That will DEFINITELY be the reason for a Blu-Ray player!

I hate my sister

She sent me this.



Apparently this is what she thinks was her encounter.

Nonetheless, SHE SHOULDN'T SEND ME THINGS LIKE THIS!

I hate her, I tell ya -- hate her. Although, things may be different tomorrow.

Today, I both WFH'd and WFP'd

Usually, I spend my Work From Home (WFH) day catching up on my DVR stuff.... Then I've found some weird shows (like Trivial Pursuit: America Plays).

But, lately the weather has been WONDERFUL outside. So I decided to Work from Patio (WFP). It was working pretty well for a while... Except Bradley REALLY wanted me to play ball with him. I told him he had to bring me back the ball to throw it for him again. Of course, he didn't listen.

I heart CAPTCHA

So, there's this thing called CAPTCHA that some sites use to help prevent bots from signing up and taking all the good things. Specifically, Ticketmaster uses it. At least that's where I found my three cool CAPTCHA images from.

First, we'll discuss the following CAPTCHA image:
I've performed several imaginary acts in my life. A lot of them have to do with nightly activities. But, needless to say, I found that one a little amusing.

Next, we'll talk about:I've heard "bigger isn't always better", but isn't this phrase taking away from the American Way with "I want it BIG and I want it NOW!"? But, then we come to:
Now, CAPTCHA is trying to contradict itself. First it wants things smaller, now it wants an endowment. I'm sorry, but you can't be small and well endowed :)

Three things I learned I hate

I'd like to share a few tweets from Saturday:

• I HATE roots, and I don't mean the Kunta Kinte kind. 09:47 AM September 20, 2008
• And clay. I HATE clay... Especially Red Georgia type.. And sometimes that homo Aiken ;-) 10:00 AM September 20, 2008
• And bricks... I HATE bricks, too... don't ask me why I'm finding bricks buried in my back yard, but I am. 10:11 AM September 20, 2008
  

First, I'd like to point out how eerily evenly spaced the three posts are. I just noticed it. Not planned at all!

Basically, what went on was I decided to start digging a trench to bury the cable from my satellite dish to my house. First, I hit a number of roots... then I got tired of digging in my Red Georgia Clay (I'd like to think we have more pressing matters than where that link goes to, but I digress)... Then I hit a brick. I thought it was my imagination at first until I dug out a perfectly shaped brick... then another... and a third... I gave up after I dug out no less than EIGHT bricks. That's right, people -- there's a stockpile of bricks buried in my back yard. I'm' about 2/3 of the way from the satellite dish to the house and I gave up. And it's going to piss me off to finish this trench so I can a) get my back yard looking "closer" to normal and not have a partial moat and b) say I accomplished something that's needed to be done for a while.

OH MY GOD! THERE'S NO MORE GAS!

Ok. We all know the unfortunate circumstances that caused Hurricane Ike to hit the Galveston area. In the hours leading up to the turmoil, people in the Atlanta area decided to totally freak out -- similar to the way they freak when the word "snow" comes into the forecast. Except instead of buying all the bread and milk off the shelves, they went and bought up as much gas as they could.

Basic price / demand from my Economics class came into play. That, and some gas stations decided to make a few extra bucks on the gas. One station was charging $5.25/gal at one point. They decided to back down to 4.51, but that price was about $1 more than it was the day prior.

Even with the insane gas prices, people still decided they wanted to hoard up as much as they could in the event the Gulf region of Texas decided to not exist anymore after Ike. As if the US's entire gasoline supply comes from Texas. This resulted in several area gas stations running out of gas. There's a BP down the street from where I live that hasn't had gas since Saturday. With it being Thursday, I REALLY feel for them.

My sister lives in MA. Their gas is at least fifty cents cheaper than here. Since they're further away from the carnage, they didn't decide to freak out and are still reveling in "almost decent sounding" gas prices.

Shortly after I moved here, I remember seeing gas at 72 cents a gallon. It cost me less than ten dollars to fill up my tank. It's now more than five times that price, and is REALLY hurting my wallet. I'm all for alternate forms of energy. My next vehicle will be a hybrid. But something has to be done to help alleviate out wallets.

My Sister Cursed Me!

It's been quiet around here. The Company has kept me busy with their standard BS around processes. So much to the point that it's not even going to be put in the labels today!

Yesterday, Sis and I had HORRIBLE experiences with the most terrifying thing on the earth. In the morning, she sent me a picture message with the following, and BEGGING for someone to kill it.


Now, I'm TERRIFIED of those things as it is. I don't need to see pictures of them. (In other news, this blog entry will NEVER be viewed by me again). She eventually had someone kill it.

I came home and let Bradley out like I normally do. I went and dressed down and decided I'd go outside to play with him also. I happened to look in the middle of the doorway and immediately slammed the door shut. Of course, at this time Bradley decided he wanted in. Since nobody would believe how freaky this incident is, I had to take a picture of it.


I took the ant spray I had and proceeded to spray that deadly animal and it laughed at me. It slid down it's web and finally decided it would try to walk on the patio. That's when I decided to somehow get the balls to KILL IT! Yes! I killed it... by stepping on it... WITH A FLIP FLOP! Of course, NOW I realize that it could have decided to jump up and bite me before the crunch of death came down on it.

But in all, Princess Sparklepants was SO proud of me!