A really long, rambling, hyper-linked to hell, but hopefully entertaining post

My sister grew up thinking John Lennon was hit in the head with a safe that was thrown out the window of The Dakota building.

Do you ever get into a good mood and a bad mood at the same time, so you're filled with so many conflicting emotions and you're not really sure what to do with them?

I'm in that kind of mood right now. I'm watching Rutgers play in a bowl game right now. On the one hand, I'm really happy that the little team that could, the Cinderella of the NCAA, comes from my state, and that I was at the first game of the season to cheer them on. On the other hand, I should be at the party mentioned in the previous post, high-fiving people I barely know, reminiscing with The Moss, sharing the story about the time I bought a "good luck" foam hand at a Yankee game, after which the Yankees had their biggest comeback victory EVER. (And yes, I'm a Mets fan, but when in Rome. . . )

On the other hand, I didn't go to Rutgers. And at least one person I don't like very much. . . well, it would be nice if that person schlepped all the way to Texas to watch their team lose. Again. But I do ultimately hope they win, and I don't want to be that vindictive bitch of a person, because, as Russell says, I do seem to make things happen.

And OKLAHOMA is on. It's the stage production from London, and one of the songs that was cut from the movie, "The Lonely Room," was just on. It's sad and its lyrics make me feel very self-indulgent. . .

"And I sit by myself, like a cobweb on a shelf, by myself in a lonely room.
But when there's a moon in my winder
And it slants down a beam'crost my head
Then the shadder of a tree
starts a-dancin on the wall
And a dream starts a-dancin in my head"

But then, the song is so freaking beautiful, it makes me happy to hear it, too. And then everything from my life starts pouring in, and I'm confused that someone so freaking unhappy can be made so freaking happy by a lame (but beloved) rerun of 90210 that was on last night. (Steve Sanders, on steroids, slamming Brandon against the wall and declaring, "Once and for all, now and forever-you're on your own!" A friend calls and I talk non-stop for an hour. She calls again, and I can barely get out the words, "Not now."

And I just wish I could be normal: get into regular bad moods, and regular good moods, and not complain to random Canadians on a blog. . . which, by the way, was the original concept for Snakes on a Plane.

There's another line from OKLAHOMA that I really love, that I use to put things into perspective for myself when I need to remember that I'm not actually a space alien:
"I don't say I'm no better than anybody else, but I'll be danged if I ain't just as good."

Musicals rule.

And I downloaded all of OLIVER today, only to leave the cord for my external hard drive (I love talking geek) in the office, along with the amazing book I'm reading (Monkeylov by Robert Sapolsky). Luckily, I'm seeing NOTES ON A SCANDAL tomorrow nearby at my least favorite independent movie house, so I'll be able to pick them up. Because when I have a song in my head, like I do with just about every song from OLIVER right now, I just gotta hear it. (Did you know that having a song stuck in your head is called an EARWORM?)Did you know that the words, "Oliver, Oliver, never before has a boy asked for more" keep running over and over again in my head as my cat sits on my foot? I mean, why is that comfortable, cat?

And since she's sitting in a luxury box in Houston right now, I'm gonna put this out there again: My sister grew up thinking John Lennon was hit in the head with a safe that was thrown out the window of The Dakota building.

Coming soon: End of year movie round up.