Solonor's Inkwell

I know. I know. You come here expecting something witty and insightful, something that casts light upon the dreary darkness of our worldly existence (so you can make your stupid shadow puppets, I suppose). But I just don’t have any of that in me today. Instead, here’s a list of random crap.

Went to see Phantom of the Opera last night. The only thing I could come up with for a review was: “Didn’t suck as much as CATS!”

It’s been crappy and rainy and “cold” around here since Thursday. So, I had one of my “zone out” days, where I retreat into my own little shell and do something completely nonproductive (like sleep or watch all 152,000 episodes of M*A*S*H). Yesterday was City of Heroes day. All fricking day. I know. I suck.

Grump asks: “Do you have any music like this on your CD?” Yeah, I wish!

Can you believe we’re actually looking at pictures from Titan? Whoa.

I’m going to Massachusetts all week, so the blog will lie fallow for a bit. Tomorrow morning, I’m going to post a link for you to sponsor a friend who’s participating in the MS 150 “Wheels, Whales and Tails” 150 mile round trip bike ride from Busch Gardens in Tampa to Sea World in Orlando to benefit Multiple Sclerosis research. That way, it will stay at the top of the blog, even if I think of something brilliant to post later on tonight.

Finally, here’s something for some idiot I know and love:

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You know the display rack that holds those massive Complete Far Side collections? You know the one… the wire rack with a copy of the 400-lb book on top, opened like it was the Bible at the front of a church?

When they throw those things out, they sometimes find their way into the homes of geeky book store employees…

…when you hear Stewie Griffin yell “What the deuce?” and in your mind it’s spelled Dooce.

I know. You waited all day for this?

Well, at least I can give you a link to the meaning of deuce as used in Stewie’s expletive. Although, I suppose when you get fired for blogging, you could yell “What the Dooce!” at your ex-boss. And, thanks to me, you’ll chortle to yourself at the witty double meaning while you’re standing in the unemployment line.

You’re welcome.

Just returned from a wonderful afternoon of dramatic goodness. My daughter is in drama (yeah, I know, she’s 15… they’re all in drama). Today, the high school drama club put on the copiously titled “Crooms Academy Theatrical Society’s Production of Costello High School’s Production of Romeo and Juliet.”

Me, being the typical dad, just heard the “Romeo and Juliet” part and assumed that’s what they were doing. Well, they did try to do it straight, but they’re way too silly for that. So, instead, they wrote their own play about a drama club having way too much drama while trying to do Shakespeare.

It was pretty darned good, actually. I only learned that they wrote it and that it wasn’t an adaptation of an existing play after I watched it. There were love triangles and rivalries, jealousy and betrayal, all mixed in with a dash of Kung Fu and some strange obsession with Natalie Portman. I think it should be in the standard repetoire of all school drama clubs (and I’m only half joking).

After that, we went out and had sandwiches at McAlister’s Deli and stopped into a little candy store called “Sugar, Sugar” where they make hard sugar candy (with words inside) right in front of you. Mmmm… watermelon…

Finally, we hit the movie theater and at last saw Finding Neverland. It wasn’t the greatest movie ever, but yes, I cried. And yes, I’m a big baby. Bite me.

Now, it’s off to watch some of the Mr. Bean – The Whole Bean DVD set that someone got me off my Amazon wish list. Yesssssss! Now, if I can just find more ways to score free stuff off the internet, I’ll be getting somewhere.

(Yes, I realize that bunnies and butterflies and good news hardly make a blog worth reading. Don’t worry. I’ll find something awful and/or heart-wrenchingly dramatic to write about soon.)