Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

1. Would you believe me if I told you that the Democrats in Congress are finally starting to grow some balls?

2. Would you believe me if I told you that Fox News called Mr. Rogers an "evil, evil man"?

3. Kath and I (and brother and bro's s/o) went up to my mom's house this weekend - well, actually, for less than 24 hours, all told - to see my stepfather's glorious return to the stage. There's a new-ish playhouse in my hometown, and it's apparently doing boffo business - every seat for the remainder of his show's run is currently sold out. For the 2 or 3 of you who went to my high school, did you know there's a theater in Museum Village? Hell, did you know Museum Village was still around? I felt like I was in 4th grade again.

4. Speaking of feeling young again: when we got back to the city yesterday, we were puttering around the apartment, and I asked Kath if she wanted to listen to any music, and she said, "do a playlist of Yes and ABWH", and I complied, and for the remainder of the afternoon I felt like I was back at summer camp, circa 1988-1992. Goddamn, I miss summer camp. Especially that summer camp. Some of the best summers of my life. That particular camp was a performing arts camp, so it was OK - nay, it was actively encouraged to be a nerd about music/theater/art, and thus I spent my formative years listening to Yes and Rush and Genesis (and, eventually, Phish, even before they'd signed to a major label); I suppose this is also why I felt such a deep distrust and distaste for anything "punk", because punk didn't require "chops". Some of the ex-campers have formed a Yahoo group, although the people from my years are very, very quiet. (And, also, when they were posting, a few months ago or whenever it was, it suddenly became clear that I didn't figure in many of their memories, which was kinda sad.)

5. Totally swamped at work today, and the remainder of the week looks somewhat bleak.

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