Gift Exchange!!

If you want to get in on the gift exchange, please send me a note today with information as contained in this post. (Unless you are the Big Kitty, in which case I know you are in a car still, and can send me something later.)

So far, there are about 10 people in.

Gift Exchange!!

If you want to get in on the gift exchange, please send me a note today with information as contained in this post. (Unless you are the Big Kitty, in which case I know you are in a car still, and can send me something later.)

So far, there are about 10 people in.

Assassins

Friday night, the intrepid Trinity household braved the darkest depths of Olathe to go see malvito in Assassins. I'm not much of a fan of the musical as a genre, but I do tend to like musicals with subject matter that is blatantly unsuitable to musicals, so I figured this would be an enjoyable experience. We met up with chaosdruid, zylch, and zylch's Not A Boy at the theater... they were in the front row, which we figured couldn't be good for malvito's chances of making it through the show without breaking character. Ground rules were set: "Okay. No making the dancing Anubis. No flashing malvito during his monologues." And so on and so forth. Doom was in the air.

The show itself is pretty good, a bouncy, dancy, funny little number about what makes people want to kill presidents. (Conversation in the car on the way home: What makes people *not* want to kill presidents? Vice presidents like Dick Cheney. The vice presidency may be the president's most potent weapon against assassination.) malvito was terribly horribly noble and tragic as Leon Czologosz (or some such thing), the anarchist sympathizer who shot William McKinley. We cried. Seriously. He was that tragic. Also of note, the fellow who plays Sam Byck (tried to kill Nixon) is fantastic. Not just a little crazy, full-on batshit crazy. He totally steals the show. And then, Hinckley (shot Reagan). He's a hottie. You don't get the opportunity to say things like "Hinckley's a hottie" very often, so I'm taking every chance I get.

The audience, largely made up of older ladies who I am willing to bet are OCTA season ticket holders, didn't get a lot of it. Notably, when John Wilkes Booth shoots Lincoln, crying "Sic semper tyranis" over and over, the ladies behind us went "Six what? Six what?". Afterwards, they were heard to say, "Well, that was weird. I didn't see the point of all that." Which just goes to show that, if there's anywhere on earth that Sondheim will be too edgy for, it's Olathe.

Anyway, I think they run one more week. If you're local, you might nip down to Olathe and take a look. We had a great time.

Assassins

Friday night, the intrepid Trinity household braved the darkest depths of Olathe to go see malvito in Assassins. I'm not much of a fan of the musical as a genre, but I do tend to like musicals with subject matter that is blatantly unsuitable to musicals, so I figured this would be an enjoyable experience. We met up with chaosdruid, zylch, and zylch's Not A Boy at the theater... they were in the front row, which we figured couldn't be good for malvito's chances of making it through the show without breaking character. Ground rules were set: "Okay. No making the dancing Anubis. No flashing malvito during his monologues." And so on and so forth. Doom was in the air.

The show itself is pretty good, a bouncy, dancy, funny little number about what makes people want to kill presidents. (Conversation in the car on the way home: What makes people *not* want to kill presidents? Vice presidents like Dick Cheney. The vice presidency may be the president's most potent weapon against assassination.) malvito was terribly horribly noble and tragic as Leon Czologosz (or some such thing), the anarchist sympathizer who shot William McKinley. We cried. Seriously. He was that tragic. Also of note, the fellow who plays Sam Byck (tried to kill Nixon) is fantastic. Not just a little crazy, full-on batshit crazy. He totally steals the show. And then, Hinckley (shot Reagan). He's a hottie. You don't get the opportunity to say things like "Hinckley's a hottie" very often, so I'm taking every chance I get.

The audience, largely made up of older ladies who I am willing to bet are OCTA season ticket holders, didn't get a lot of it. Notably, when John Wilkes Booth shoots Lincoln, crying "Sic semper tyranis" over and over, the ladies behind us went "Six what? Six what?". Afterwards, they were heard to say, "Well, that was weird. I didn't see the point of all that." Which just goes to show that, if there's anywhere on earth that Sondheim will be too edgy for, it's Olathe.

Anyway, I think they run one more week. If you're local, you might nip down to Olathe and take a look. We had a great time.

Mundane updates

I'm halfway through A Feast For Crows at this very moment. I revel in that, even though nobody else cares. And you know what? Jaime Lannister, that's what. I'm starting to like the bastard, even as I know that as soon as I love him, he's going to die in some horrible way, painful to behold. Much like in 1984, where they wait to kill you until you love Big Brother, except backwards. I'm onto you, Mr. Martin. I know your ways.

Also, I'm one vendor away from full at the Winter Bazaar. I snagged a couple of KCRF merchants (score!), and have a lot of new faces. That cuts both ways, I think, but I'm hoping it'll help our bottom line in the end. We will see, oh yes, we will see. Still, last year we had 23 vendors, and this year we're closer to 30, so it's got to do some good somewhere. The $1000 profit this event typically brings in is starting to look a little pale compared to our $850 garage sale (!), but I've cut the expense way down this year, and added vendors, so hopefully we'll do something closer to $1500 profit. One can hope, I suppose.

Mundane updates

I'm halfway through A Feast For Crows at this very moment. I revel in that, even though nobody else cares. And you know what? Jaime Lannister, that's what. I'm starting to like the bastard, even as I know that as soon as I love him, he's going to die in some horrible way, painful to behold. Much like in 1984, where they wait to kill you until you love Big Brother, except backwards. I'm onto you, Mr. Martin. I know your ways.

Also, I'm one vendor away from full at the Winter Bazaar. I snagged a couple of KCRF merchants (score!), and have a lot of new faces. That cuts both ways, I think, but I'm hoping it'll help our bottom line in the end. We will see, oh yes, we will see. Still, last year we had 23 vendors, and this year we're closer to 30, so it's got to do some good somewhere. The $1000 profit this event typically brings in is starting to look a little pale compared to our $850 garage sale (!), but I've cut the expense way down this year, and added vendors, so hopefully we'll do something closer to $1500 profit. One can hope, I suppose.