Saturday night and I'm home. Totally random post. "Saturday Night" by Whigfield is playing in my head. It would've been playing on actual speakers - but I'm not at my home. I'm stuck in middle America. The sister has retreated with husband and kid to their quarters. The father is glad he found something on TV he recognizes - "The Sound of Music". The mother is cold and feigning interest in the movie. She'd rather be under a warm blanket right now. The son is trying to get over the horrors of a white-trash holiday party he was just forced to attend. Drunk women with bad haircuts and worse outfits dancing to rock-n-roll. Two black women that no one talked to. A skanky bitch in a crotch-length leather skirt (did I mention it's -5C outside?) A pastor who invoked Jesus not once but half a dozen times. A bored Indian girl - home for the weekend - her face betraying her desperate urge to go running back to New York.
And now the Von Trapp family is singing a bad medley of "Do Re Mi" under the watchful eyes of Nazi soldiers. That quickly gives way to Christopher Plummer over-pronouncing the 'v's in Edelweiss - ok you're Austrian - we get it! Oh and now he wells up and is joined by his lovely wife ... Charlotte York ... oops... Maria. So long farewell ... auf weidersehen .. adieu. Just fucking leave!!
Somewhere between age 12 and now, I must've become really jaded and bitter. I actually used to enjoy "The Sound of Music". I know all the lyrics. I can sing most of the songs. I guess time has taught me that life is a little more than running around meadows singing songs and swinging from trees - and escaping from abbeys to dress other people's kids in drapes and to sing your way into marrying their father. And time has taught me that I'm neither Austrian nor white.
There's a new series premiering on ABC - "InJustice". I wouldn't care except the promo spot had Sarah Mclachlan's angelic voice singing "Angel".
I just turned down an offer of more greasy delicious Indian food for tomorrow's lunch. We'll have something delicious AND healthy for a change - yes it IS possible with Indian food. I feel so distended from my two day feeding orgy. It'll take a week of dieting to lose this extra weight. Or a weekend at Fly.
Now Rolf is pointing a gun at Captain Von Trap but just melts under his sexy stare. Oh Rolf, it's ok. We know you're gay and Liesl is just a cover. Phew - they finally climb the mountain and make it across to - I never quite figured out that part. Anyway, the nice folks at ABC were nice enough to edit out the inconsequential details. The TV's finally off.
The battle of the thermostat continues and I should tuck myself under a blanket before the living room gets too cold. Adieu.
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Hum, can one get high on indian food? Either you were tripping balls or had OD'ed on the fam. :-)
... or maybe the skanky bitch slipped roofies in my drink while I was gone. She was, after all, sitting at the table behind me.
Whatever happened - the post sure reads trippy.
Experiment: Tell a lesbian friend 'You know, in your heart of hearts, I think you just want to be Julie Andrews'. I'm done it a few times and the results are as whirled out as the camera tossing stuff you linked to!
So love the Von Traps!
A friend of mine and I sing the songs to each other while we play Sequence. Of course, he sings MUCH better than me.
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