Gonna board
If you watched 30 Rock this week you saw the cast do a Midnight Train to Georgia musical piece. As funny as all the other bits were (and they were) I enjoyed the musical the most. But, as it is well documented, I love musicals. More on that in a second. The piece made me wonder if Kenneth was always from Georgia, if the show creators planned it so they could eventually do a Midnight Train to Georgia piece, or if they just made him from Georgia for this episode to do the bit. In the long run it doesn't matter but I often wonder how much effort goes into planning a series that may never make it past a few episodes.
So why do I like musicals better than any other genre? They can't exist.
No really. They can't exist but they do. I can imagine a world where magic and elves and dragons exist or a world of spaceships, rayguns and laser swords, worlds where little girls crawl out of TV sets to kill you and even worlds where fallout from nuclear testing can mutate a dinosaur into a gigantic, reptilian creature that breathes fire and looks like a man in a rubber suit. (OK, maybe that last one is pushing things a bit.) But in none of these worlds do I expect people to stop what they're doing and sing and dance in a coordinated fashion.
But they do and that's what makes it brilliant. It's the ultimate fantasy and that's why I love musicals.
Or maybe I'm just a girly-man who likes watching people sing and dance...
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Other stuff:
Thanks to everyone for the support shown over my parents' separation.
From a purely selfish standpoint, I no longer have a place to stay in Chicago. Loner that I am, I really only stay there when no one's there.
Slightly related, I was really surprised Kristen reads my blog. I picture her having a continual life of adventure out in NY.
My camera was fixed and so well and quickly through canon, I regret getting the dumb service plan. Though the new canon is hella fragile compared to the old kodak.
So I'm gonna break my rule and blog about work:
Work is no longer doing the overtime as half pay/half vacation. I'm going to try and renegotiate this but if I can't I'm probably going to end up leaving the company. Not because I don't like it there but because I'll eventually refuse to work beyond the required 8 hours a day because I need my time off to survive and they'll have to fire me. I really am a hermit and I need my time off. I'm fairly certain how this'll end which is why I'm posting stuff here.
If you watched 30 Rock this week you saw the cast do a Midnight Train to Georgia musical piece. As funny as all the other bits were (and they were) I enjoyed the musical the most. But, as it is well documented, I love musicals. More on that in a second. The piece made me wonder if Kenneth was always from Georgia, if the show creators planned it so they could eventually do a Midnight Train to Georgia piece, or if they just made him from Georgia for this episode to do the bit. In the long run it doesn't matter but I often wonder how much effort goes into planning a series that may never make it past a few episodes.
So why do I like musicals better than any other genre? They can't exist.
No really. They can't exist but they do. I can imagine a world where magic and elves and dragons exist or a world of spaceships, rayguns and laser swords, worlds where little girls crawl out of TV sets to kill you and even worlds where fallout from nuclear testing can mutate a dinosaur into a gigantic, reptilian creature that breathes fire and looks like a man in a rubber suit. (OK, maybe that last one is pushing things a bit.) But in none of these worlds do I expect people to stop what they're doing and sing and dance in a coordinated fashion.
But they do and that's what makes it brilliant. It's the ultimate fantasy and that's why I love musicals.
Or maybe I'm just a girly-man who likes watching people sing and dance...
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Other stuff:
Thanks to everyone for the support shown over my parents' separation.
From a purely selfish standpoint, I no longer have a place to stay in Chicago. Loner that I am, I really only stay there when no one's there.
Slightly related, I was really surprised Kristen reads my blog. I picture her having a continual life of adventure out in NY.
My camera was fixed and so well and quickly through canon, I regret getting the dumb service plan. Though the new canon is hella fragile compared to the old kodak.
So I'm gonna break my rule and blog about work:
Work is no longer doing the overtime as half pay/half vacation. I'm going to try and renegotiate this but if I can't I'm probably going to end up leaving the company. Not because I don't like it there but because I'll eventually refuse to work beyond the required 8 hours a day because I need my time off to survive and they'll have to fire me. I really am a hermit and I need my time off. I'm fairly certain how this'll end which is why I'm posting stuff here.