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Last Nutcracker Entry I Promise Really I Swear Poor Ozzy. I gasped when I saw that headline. Good to know he's going to be ok. He really is a sweet guy.Went to CertainBoastfulFriend's Nutcracker. She is very, very good. But her arms and hands were horrendous, and as mean as it is, that fact makes me feel very good. We got compliments from strangers today, both at school and from adults. But--there's always a But... I will never understand how an affluent suburban family can be ok with sneaking into a high school theater to see a small, local production of the Nutcracker without paying, and feel ok about it. Teenagers, maybe. Not-so-well-off folks, perhaps. But we're talking about house wives here. What boggles the mind even more is how 700 of these people can ALL sneak into the Nutcracker without paying and without guilt. We never thought we'd have to have people patrolling every door, but I guess people just suck. If we end up losing money instead of breaking even, that loss directly affects my family. Which we cannot afford. Merry Christmas to you, too, jerks. And now for some fun with ranting! Three essential guidelines for any performance. By Me.
1. You must pay to get in. Yes, that means you, parent-of-snowflurry and grandma-of-angel. Yes, both nights. No, just because you're related to a dancer doesn't mean you get comps. You're not special. No, you're not. 2. If your child is talking, you are being rude. Yes, you. Do not answer their questions, tell them to wait and see. Take them outside and tell them about the magic of manners. They are bothering other people. Children under the age of 10 generally do not understand the concept of discreet whispering. 3. For god's sake, just use some sense. Special guidlines for special cases: 1. Do not tell me that one of my favorite people in the world is "queer as a three dollar bill." What, because he rocked the high jumps on Russian, he has sex with men? Keep your hateful homophobic small-minded judgements to yourself, my beloved friend, and you will remain beloved. You've never met the guy. You have no right to talk about him. Fucking drop the subject, because it. does not. matter. 2. Um...yeah, that was it. 2003-12-08 @ 9:19 p.m. |