Penguins and punk rock and cats in casual officewear and I am not sleeping enough.

Quick “I am not dead” check in.

I am not dead. But if I don’t get more sleep, I’m going to be dead, so this is going to be the shortest post known to man, seriously.

The show is going beautifully; we have a pay-what-you-will preview tonight, we open tomorrow. Well, if the SNOWPOCALYPSE doesn’t hit. We’re supposed to get like a foot of snow on Friday or something. Dad’s all freaked out. “I AM WORRIED ABOUT THIS SNOW SITUATION!” he bellowed when I called him.

I'm in the 10-14" area. Gulp gulp.

I’m in the 10-14″ area. Gulp gulp.

We will either cancel or not cancel. I don’t know. We’ll see.

I wanted to embed this but apparently I cannot so you have to go the extra mile and click, but it’s worth it, I promise.

The inimitable Elaine posted this to my Facebook wall the other day and I have played it a billion times because I can’t get enough of it.

It is a penguin falling. It’s like ten seconds long. You have to watch it, because if I tell you what happens, it ruins the cute factor. PENGUINS YOU GUYS PENGUINS BEING ADORABLE.

Also, I saw American Idiot the other night.

I was blown away. That is not a spoiler for my review, because by the time you read this, my review will already have been published. (There it is, but it costs you $2, sorry, all.) It was fantastic. It was grungy and raw and loud and edgy and intelligent and so unlike anything I’ve seen locally that I just sat there and alternately grinned or had my mouth agape for an hour and a half. I am not a very good reviewer. If anyone knows I’m the reviewer, they can probably tell the tone of my review by watching my face in the dark as the show progresses. I have no poker face. If I like something, it’s painfully obvious. (And, conversely, if I dislike something? Look out, I have the MADDEST FACE EVER. Or if I’m sad? ALL THE CRYING.)

This was my favorite song. Mostly because it made me cry tears of real teariness right down my face. Sometimes I like to cry, like when something’s very pretty. Sometimes, when it hits when I’m driving home from the theater and I think of a sad thing that didn’t come to mind before that very moment and is heavy in my heart, I do not. Because you know how they tell you not to text and drive? Crying and driving is ALSO not recommended. Because of the vision issues.

Please ignore the stupid popups in this video. I don’t know what the hell.

My beating heart belongs to you/I walked for miles til I found you/I’m here to honor you

(NO, I didn’t know about this song before the musical. See, I don’t listen to whole albums very often. We’ll be talking about this in a future post when I’m not getting 5 hours of sleep a night and walking around like a zombie and making the same typo three times in a row. So I knew SOME of the songs in the musical, but not many. Just the ones that they’d played on the radio, pretty much. I totally just downloaded the whole musical for my phone and am now seeing that iTunes is going to get me in a lot of trouble because it makes it very easy to spend money.)

Now I have to go to bed. I am so tired sometimes I am seeing double. I asked sj if I could dress Dumbcat like me and send him to work for me today. She said I could, but he wouldn’t even put on my shoes, so that was a bust.

Why yes Momee's boss I wuld love to tyep that fore yew but I do note know how to use the glowy type box thank ewe where are my treeetz?

Why yes Momee’s boss I wuld love to tyep that fore yew but I do note know how to use the glowy type box thank ewe where are my treeetz?

Happy happy whatever the hell day it is today and I hope you are all well and good and that you are filled with ribaldry. We all like ribaldry, right? Right-o, we do.

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15 responses to “Penguins and punk rock and cats in casual officewear and I am not sleeping enough.

  • Words for Worms

    That is the best penguin video I’ve seen since that giggling penguin. Thank you.

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  • sj

    MOAR DUMBCAT POSTS! (Hi, Dumbcat! Tell your mommy to let you check in with us!)

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    • lucysfootball

      Dumbcat says right now he is busy purring and sleeping, but he will try to write a post sometime soon when his designated transcriptionist isn’t gone all the time and not giving him treats on a regular basis. Because not getting treats every night at 8pm as he is ACCUSTOMED to getting them makes him VERY SAD and he makes ALL THE PITIFUL MEOWS when I get home which I think translate to “OMG, I AM STARVING, CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT WOMAN???” but really he isn’t, he is one chunky fella.

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      • sj

        I can’t believe you’re starving that poor kitteh!

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        • lucysfootball

          Oh, I know, he’s just SO MISTREATED.

          So mistreated, in fact, that today when he leapt onto my diaphragm his gigantic heft knocked the breath out of me and all I was able to do was wheeze and he meowed triumphantly. There’s a distinct possiblity he’s trying to kill me. WITH LOVE.

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  • Andreas Heinakroon

    This post isn’t that short; I’ve written shorter ones. It is short for being an Amy-post, however.

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  • Andreas Heinakroon

    We’re due plenty of snow and traffic chaos this weekend, which is annoying since we’re going to Stockholm for a couple of days. Ah well.

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    • lucysfootball

      I think it’s amusing that whenever we have weather, you seem to have similar weather. And we’re a million miles apart. (Fine, maybe not ACTUAL millions.) I think we might be in sister cities or something. Be careful this weekend, you, you’re too important to me for anything to happen to you.

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  • handflapper

    Oh! That poor little penguin! Nothing is more embarrassing than falling on your ass when you’re all dressed up with a bunch of other dressed up people.

    I love that song. It sounds rather Beatle-esque, don’t you think?

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    • lucysfootball

      Isn’t that song amazing? I downloaded the album, and just put the song on repeat for about an hour yesterday. My friend A. that I work with had to come over to my desk repeatedly for some files, and after about the fourth time, he said, “How long, exactly, IS this song? I feel like it’s been playing every time I’ve come over here.” I was forced to explain that when I’m in love with something I get a little obsessive. Songs, people, chocolate, doesn’t matter. If I love it, I want ALL of it.

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  • becomingcliche

    I read this and watched the penguin video at work. I laughed. A lot.

    I’m so glad you found a new play to love!

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