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Jun. 3rd, 2007 01:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
goldenmeanI touch the fire, and it freezes me
I look into it, and it's black
Why can't I feel?
My skin should crack and peel
I want the fire back
Why is it that I constantly forget just how great the Buffy musical episode is? I think it might be just about time to do another complete series rewatch. As is, I just saw the recent Buffy prom/May queen/musical trifecta at my friendly neighborhood speakeasy theater, which would be the happiest place on earth if only they'd serve any beverage worthy of the name, instead of forcing me to drink diet pepsi. Blargh. Of course, one of the main problems with watching the series all over again is the painful uphill climb through the first season, a struggle brought into sharp focus by the episode they played from it, an episode that stretches my suspension of disbelief to the breaking point by having the good taste to cast Clea Duvall... as a person so ignorable they become invisible. AS IF. *shakes head in disbelief*
In other exciting news, I almost died today. While walking to BART, there was an exciting explosion noise and I looked up to see a transformer maybe 20-30 feet in front of me belching smoke, then another two happy *bangs* as another couple went up further down the block, and a live power line came down across the street and sidewalk I was about to be walking along, happily spitting off sparks en masse and making that lovely ionizing smell. True to my last posts predictions that exposure to dangerous art has completely ruined my survival instincts, I kept walking, edging sideways around the light show thinking "Oooh, pretty". Good thing I was doing my typical reading while walking schtick, and not moving any faster, or else I could be crispy. So, thank you Salman Rushdie. I'm sorry about that whole fatwa thing. As an added bonus, BART got its ticket buying machines knocked out. Free BART ride!
Off BART, went to go harass California theater employees and coincidentally see Once, which was enjoyable, and restored some of the indie cred I feel like I lost by seeing Knocked Up with Chip and Annie, which was more fun than it really had any right to be. The fact that I somehow always feel like I've lost some battle whenever I enjoy anything playing in a colosseum theater means I'm a gigantic snob, doesn't it?
Theater employees duly pestered, I headed out to Retroactive, wherein much fun was had by all, and about two hours straight of dancing, which combined with the fact that I randomly decided to walk ten miles on Wednesday equals owie feet. Afterwards had Thai with Rez, Raven, and her visiting friend Beth. Courtesy of conversation on the way, my new band name is Superposition OF DEATH (you've got to imagine OF DEATH in a totally awesome metal font, better yet, imagine an acne scarred, unkempt shaggy haired teenager obsessively doodling the name out over and over when he should be paying attention to his Social Studies lecture for the full effect). We will sing nothing but songs about Quantum Physics in full on metal stylings. Oh hells yes. I think that "Eigenvalue of the Beast" is really going to be our breakaway hit.
And now I'm going to go put on a DVD or something.
Life’s not a song.
Life isn’t bliss.
Life is just this.
It’s living.
You’ll get along.
The pain that you feel
Only can heal
By living.
I look into it, and it's black
Why can't I feel?
My skin should crack and peel
I want the fire back
Why is it that I constantly forget just how great the Buffy musical episode is? I think it might be just about time to do another complete series rewatch. As is, I just saw the recent Buffy prom/May queen/musical trifecta at my friendly neighborhood speakeasy theater, which would be the happiest place on earth if only they'd serve any beverage worthy of the name, instead of forcing me to drink diet pepsi. Blargh. Of course, one of the main problems with watching the series all over again is the painful uphill climb through the first season, a struggle brought into sharp focus by the episode they played from it, an episode that stretches my suspension of disbelief to the breaking point by having the good taste to cast Clea Duvall... as a person so ignorable they become invisible. AS IF. *shakes head in disbelief*
In other exciting news, I almost died today. While walking to BART, there was an exciting explosion noise and I looked up to see a transformer maybe 20-30 feet in front of me belching smoke, then another two happy *bangs* as another couple went up further down the block, and a live power line came down across the street and sidewalk I was about to be walking along, happily spitting off sparks en masse and making that lovely ionizing smell. True to my last posts predictions that exposure to dangerous art has completely ruined my survival instincts, I kept walking, edging sideways around the light show thinking "Oooh, pretty". Good thing I was doing my typical reading while walking schtick, and not moving any faster, or else I could be crispy. So, thank you Salman Rushdie. I'm sorry about that whole fatwa thing. As an added bonus, BART got its ticket buying machines knocked out. Free BART ride!
Off BART, went to go harass California theater employees and coincidentally see Once, which was enjoyable, and restored some of the indie cred I feel like I lost by seeing Knocked Up with Chip and Annie, which was more fun than it really had any right to be. The fact that I somehow always feel like I've lost some battle whenever I enjoy anything playing in a colosseum theater means I'm a gigantic snob, doesn't it?
Theater employees duly pestered, I headed out to Retroactive, wherein much fun was had by all, and about two hours straight of dancing, which combined with the fact that I randomly decided to walk ten miles on Wednesday equals owie feet. Afterwards had Thai with Rez, Raven, and her visiting friend Beth. Courtesy of conversation on the way, my new band name is Superposition OF DEATH (you've got to imagine OF DEATH in a totally awesome metal font, better yet, imagine an acne scarred, unkempt shaggy haired teenager obsessively doodling the name out over and over when he should be paying attention to his Social Studies lecture for the full effect). We will sing nothing but songs about Quantum Physics in full on metal stylings. Oh hells yes. I think that "Eigenvalue of the Beast" is really going to be our breakaway hit.
And now I'm going to go put on a DVD or something.
Life’s not a song.
Life isn’t bliss.
Life is just this.
It’s living.
You’ll get along.
The pain that you feel
Only can heal
By living.
