At random on the beginning of my much-anticipated four-day weekend ...

[apocalypsos]

(Granted, they're all four-day weekends thanks to my shift, but that just makes it better, see. :))

-- Every once in a while I look around and realize that somewhere along the line I became ridiculously low-maintenance and really thick-skinned. (Well, compared to some of the people I work with, anyway.) Which is just silly, really, because in college I was a hermit who burst into tears at the drop of a hat. So, um, I have that going for me? Hell, I don't know.

-- Would anybody look at me funny if I highly recommended Ice Road Truckers? And I swear I'm not just doing it because I need someone to hold my hand at the sound of cracking ice. No, seriously, I'm not. (Okay, maybe a little.) Come on! It's Canadian truckers bitching about frostbite while driving slowly across frozen lakes. They may crash through! Well, okay, they didn't in the first season -- not all the way through, anyway -- but they might. Don't look at me, man, I'm the idiot who watches reruns she's already seen and is terrified they'll crash through the ice THIS time.

-- Aw, bandslash and popslash people, I love y'all. I have absolutely zero interest in the music, the people, the bands or the fanfic, but God love ya, I like watching people be dorky and fannish over anything. Not to mention that I fully support any fandom that builds so much of its fanfic foundations on hardcore crackfic. (I feel like this is also the time to toss in the fact that I have seen five minutes of High School Musical and was bored to tears and want to see Hairspray but am being held back by the part of my brain that feels that encouraging film versions of Broadway versions of earlier films, particularly earlier films done by John Waters, means that going to see it might lead to a newer version of Cry-Baby. And I watched that movie twice in one weekend a couple of weeks back and forgot how much I adore it and I just CAN'T, dude.)

-- I keep trying to figure out if I'm disappointed that everybody at work yesterday noticed that the skeevy new chick wasn't wearing a bra and yet didn't notice that I wasn't either.

-- Last night at work I kept trying to come up with topics to produce a little meta about and all I could come up with was, "I like Twizzlers."

Comments

[horsefacehannah.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to figure out by this post if you already know or not that there IS a musical of Cry Baby headed to Broadway that's having an out-of-town tryout in San Diego in the fall, produced by Adam Epstein & the other people behind Hairspray.

[denorios.livejournal.com]

I tried watching High School Musical last night and switched off after 5 minutes. So frickin' awful. Why was everyone raving over it?

[kirana-44.livejournal.com]

Ice Road Truckers has sucked me in too. Although for me it may be just as much about the accents as the oh god the ice is going to break aspect.

[faith21.livejournal.com]

heh, i used to be all quiet and now i don't let anyone push me around. it's funny how people change, isn't it? [i credit my job and the police officers i work with]

a woman came to the window the other day in a tank top and no bra. and she definitely should have been wearing one.

[lily-liedtome.livejournal.com]

Would it help you to know that there is a cheerful John Waters cameo in this version of hairspray? Because it really helped me with my wanting to yell at people for remaking perfectly good john waters films.

[notrafficlights.livejournal.com]

-- Every once in a while I look around and realize that somewhere along the line I became ridiculously low-maintenance and really thick-skinned. (Well, compared to some of the people I work with, anyway.) Which is just silly, really, because in college I was a hermit who burst into tears at the drop of a hat. So, um, I have that going for me? Hell, I don't know.

Y halo thar me.

[scary-being-me.livejournal.com]

Just because they didn't mention that you weren't wearing a bra; doesn't mean they didn't notice.

If she's skeevy and looks bad without a bra; people are going to say something. You don't see a train wreck and then not talk about it.

However; if your girls look good unrestrained; people are less likely to say anything.