Continuing the grand tradition

Of frequent randominity.

Have discovered that in one reimagining of Nutcracker, the Sugar Plum Fairy seduces the Nutcracker away from Clara. Am considering adding this to my Nutcracker which, despite having taken a shower and gone to Borders (not in that order) - two normally Muse-conducive acts - is still only a dozen lines long.

Herbal Essence has been much missed. YES I SMELL OF TROPICAL FRUIT! (Not quite as shoutable as ROSES but there one is.)

Batman Begins is *amazing*. Definitely twice seen worthy.

Going to Portsmouth tomorrow. To the beach. Here's to hoping the gulls don't attack me. As for me, I believe I shall attack the rocks while my sister and Kate pretend that they're not cold in 50 degree water. Ha.

Gaelic Storm is coming to Lowell! At the end of August!!! Narf narf!!!!!

Hoffman and Tchaikovsky you fools, you fools! Why are you plotless?

Returning, briefly, to Batman Begins - it seems that art is finally beginning to reflect the urgent need for true fathers, for stable "traditional" families, for strong male role-models. Yay! (And duh.) Which leads one to ponder if the true act of becoming a man is to become a father...?

I have yet to see the new Horatio Hornblowers. I must. Men in uniform cannot go unwatched!

It's a wonder my computer screen has withstood my constant head-beatings against it. Work! Work! You girl of very little brain!

And so good night unto you all....

Mood: Nnnnnnnnnngh...gonnawriteit...gonnawriteit....
Music: Nutcracker 'til I'm blue
Thought: Would it simply be easier to give up and just do a ballet? Drat. See mood above. Apparently somewhat of an obsessive personality is required to bloody-mindedly push through in the arts. Pig-headedness as a desireable personality trait. Oy.